Scorpion Gang Novels & Stories

“What do you mean? Who was he working for?” “The Black Scorpion Gang is not just some random group,” Grandpa explained. “They are backed by someone powerful. Someone who wants the Vane Empire to collapse. And now that they know Violet exists… they will not stop. They will try again. And next time… they will be more ruthless.” “Let them come,” Damien said coldly, holding my hand tighter. “I will kill them all.”

Enrico sat down on the sofa. "Your uncle wants you to go after a traitor," the counselor said. "He took the cash book and a flash drive with important documents". Don Bianchi fell heavily into the armchair. "Do you know where he is?" "I got a text message," the counselor said. "He'll take the book and the flash drive to the Gaspipe leader". Enrico was excited to know that the traitor would meet the leader of the rival gang. This was the perfect opportunity to take revenge on the murderer of his parents.

But Shane’s scent was here, clear as day. Shane spotted the rebels clan out near the edge of the village, looking across the pack. Shane only had two helpers backing him up, and with an attack force of only three, it stood to reason that he would be trying to go straight for the jugular by taking out the alpha. Moments later, Scar located Shane and his goons, creeping along on four legs downwind of the rebels, slowly advancing on to their direction , their tails twitching in impending attack.

“We’re in DC’s territory. I picked this place for a reason.” Gianna frowned. “DC’s?”. “The dragons and cobras,” Giovanni clarified. “They’re an up and coming gang--they fractured away from their alma mater a few months ago, but it was all amicable.” “They’re just starting to carve out a name for themselves, which means they don’t have beef with any of the other gangs for there to be a problem, and the ones like Infinite won’t pay them any mind, either. No one is watching here. No one will report back to Hagrid or any of Maddox’s little thugs.”

I walked downstairs as I made my way towards Sebastian's office but before reaching Sebastian's office I paused on my steps when I saw some of the scars sitting in a group while laughing. I heard some of them left on a mission. I wonder what kind of missions they do? Aren't they just some gangsters who just annoy people? They all were laughing and chatting. They were nothing like the triangles. These people I'm looking at are friends who can die for each other. They have loyal people around them to rely on. The reason for this must be their leader.

The room fell into dead silence as they all stared at Scar ,Mr and Mrs Montana at alert ready to defend if necessary,the others waiting to watch what would unfold, Jenny and Dora unsure of what to expect they focused on their phones. Scar raised an eyebrow a taunting smile on her face, “Wow I'm impressed finally you will be a worthy competitor you finally want to be,now you need to venture into entertainment and build a chain of hotels and clubs, cheers to you more win,I mean now I have to watch my back around you right” She burst into laughter. She raised her glass towards Cindy,who raised her glass in response still laughing. “Wow wow,I love this spirit” Michael said as he clapped slowly,o

With trembling hands, he took off his suit jacket and wrapped it tightly around her disheveled form. He grabbed a water bottle from the trunk, soaked a towel, and clumsily began wiping her burning forehead. Just then, a dozen blinding headlights tore through the night. Cars screeched to a halt, surrounding Gavin's vehicle. Dorian leaped from the lead car, a submachine gun in his hands, flanked by dozens of armed members of the Irish mob. A sea of red laser dots painted Gavin’s chest and head. "Let her go!" Dorian's eyes were red, his voice radiating pure killing intent.

Sharp dizziness struck me, making me close my eyes and rub my forehead. "Fuck." My phone rang again. I reached for it lazily on the nightstand and took the call without looking at the dialer. "Who the fuck is this?" I barely whispered. "OG," Reeko's familiar voice came through. "Reeko," I breathed, still feeling dizzy as I closed my eyes. "It's them Marcel boys." I opened my eyes. "What?" "They entered the hood a few minutes ago. Destroyed another mall and some properties in the hood as well."

And when he spoke again, it wasn’t Harlan’s name that came out of his mouth. "You know," he said, his voice dripping with false sympathy, "I could take you back to Harlan. But I have... other plans." Ben stepped forward, his body tense, his grip tight on his rifle. "What do you want, Marcus?" Marcus chuckled, the sound low and humorless. "It's not about what I want. It’s about what Luther wants." The name hit me like a punch to the gut. Luther. The leader of The Scorchers—a ruthless gang that controlled the wastelands beyond Eagle’s Nest. They were known for raiding camps, burning everything in their path, and leaving nothing but ash behind.

Every night , some of us would be selected and taken to the club , most times we have to strip and then , get fucked by any man that they assigned to us , the last thing that you would ever do is getting pregenant , the moment you get pregnant , you are taken to breeding section and I think that’s the worst thing that would ever happen to you, don’t even think of the fact that someone is going to help because even most of the government officials have a hand in this . Don't even think of running away because the moment you are caught then you are killed immediately with no mercy , I know a lot of girls that have tried to run away. because of this but most times they are caught and killed rig