Sold To A Gang Leader Novels & Stories

Wood said and Lotus snorted looking at me, yeah I understand fully what you're trying to say. "Still in practice, but sure," she rubbed her wrists and I clenched my jaw seeing how red they were. "Please carry on with the important part of your story," she motioned to him with her hands. "As I was saying, this all started three years ago when someone decided that they were tired of being in the gang, and being its leader-" "I would like to know the part of where this story involves me please," Lotus jumped into the conversation interrupting Wood, I couldn't hold my smirk as Wood exhaled a harsh breath.

All the men echoed. “I have two pieces of news to share with all of you today. The first one is that we have finally found the mole that sold information about our shipment to the klan's Mafia!.” I said and looked at their faces. I am good at studying people so I wanted to be sure that Yaks was working alone. None of them looked scared or guilty so we are good to go for now.

The moment Andrea sold off the gang to those fuckers was the day we traded all our rights and privileges. All the loyalty I had to myself had all gone to the new leader, Ricco. I set out for my first test, parking in front of an abandoned warehouse, the briefcase in my hands as I walk in. I'd be a fool to walk in without hiding weapons inside of my suits. Who cares what Ricco thinks. “He's here,” I heard a voice echo in the dusty building. Then I sight a man who seems to be the leader. “Do you have my package or not?”

Billions of dollars, and trust, he chose the former! One of the henchmen beside Leonard leaned in and whispered, "Mr. Harrell, there are R Gang members outside, let's be polite..." Leonard naturally knew the power of R Gang, so he suppressed his anger for the time being and said in a friendly tone, "Mr. Lucero, if you truly want this Purple Ginseng, the fixed price is three billion. You can take the item, but this little girl must stay! I can tell she doesn't have any money, and today she deliberately came to cause trouble!"

Grace’s Mum said with tears in her eyes. “What weak and pathetic? I am not cut out for this Gang leader stuffs!” Grace said and Scrap whimpered. “You are much stronger than you know, your past is holding you back. There are violent gangs, I am not going to lie, but it can be one big family as well!” Grace’s Mum explained. “What selling drugs and people?” Retorted Grace. “Father phased that out of the American Gangs and Xan is in the process of doing that too. There is enough money to be made in other industries and the stock market. Only new gangs deal in that sort of stuff” Grace’s Mum said.

“I have good news and bad news. Which do I begin with?“ Rizzo asked me and I was beginning to grow impatient. “Ugh! Just go straight to the point Riz,“ I snapped at him and he immediately stood up from the chair he was sitting with a serious face as he brought his laptop to me with Angelo following suit wanting to see what it was that Riz found. “First off, the good news is that we have found the leader of the gang that hijacked our shipment. They call themselves the Red Wolves. they were caught when they tried to sell out drugs not knowing that they were packaged with our gang name,“ Riz said. I was pleased to know that we had our shipment back but that wasn't my major concern. I wanted to

It had always been kinda scary too when I thought about singing in front of so many people that I don't know. But my dream came true. Sooner or later, when you least expect it. Something great will happen. I was getting ready for the day (it was 2:23 PM) in some clothing that was not for non business days. I had just finished whatever I was doing (aka stupid dealings) and I was pissed. I was annoyed. I was angry. A stupid small gang in the east part of la wanted us to sell them one of the worst illegal drugs in the world, which we accepted, and then they literally only gave us 1/4 of what they originally said they would give us.

A cartel member who was saved from a rival gang bowed with emotion, sparing only a few words. The young man was a promising youth in his cartel, and the seniors set him up by saying he stole secrets and sold them to the Diaz cartel. There was no way he could talk his way out of it, but his boss did something no one expected. He approached Rafaela and had a long closed-door meeting with the woman. When they were done, the young man was said to have been sold to the Diaz cartel.

I begged and staggered back, but I knew even if I ran there was no way I will be able to outrun them, and I can't for sure go against one hefty man talk more of six. “The timeline for repayment has passed. And I'm sure you know it, Estaban boy. I hate it when my money is delayed.” The leader of the gang spoke without showing his teeth. His eyes were red with anger, and I knew I was in serious trouble. “Uhmm…” I stammered, unable to come up with anything to say. “Take him!” He commanded, and two men marched towards me. “Wait! I will pay you, I promise. I just need a little more time. I will….” I didn't get to say anything more, a gun was jabbed to my forehead and I lost consciousness.

I ignored it. I checked my wristwatch and realized I’d stayed too long, lingering in thoughts I had no business entertaining. Stepping out of the car, I tossed the cigarette aside and slid my hands into my pockets, walking straight toward the club. Music slammed into me the moment I entered loud, I made my way into the VIP section. Vicente Montoya sat at the center, relaxed, surrounded by indulgence like a man who owned the room . The leader of the Spanish mafia. He approached me with an offer. He was also the reason I’d agreed to the honeymoon charade.