Stories About Gangs Novels & Stories

He couldn't take care of them because of what he does for a living. Watching all those crime shows and movies made my mind clear of things. Not all gangs are dangerous; just some want to do good for the community and protect the people in your life. Sure, gangs are bad news and would always be, and I would still have to be cautious of my surroundings when I walk alone at night - which I sometimes do after my after-school activities, and my dads are too busy.

Charlie nodded and professed earnestly, "When I was a kid, I heard the story of the Oskian gangs overseas. Back then, they dared to go all out, and because of that, they secured a considerable foundation in Canada, the United States, and even Europe. I've never expected that into the twenty-first century, the Oskian gangs all over the world are declining rapidly. A lot of them have already disappeared. Those that remain hide in the dark and live like a pack of rats. Do you know why?"

Brick gave the order to leave the bikes behind and Goldie along with them, despite her pouting about missing out on all the action. It was better to be safe than sorry and she wasn't going to come to harm on Brick's watch. There was no telling what kind of punch "the Zygotes" packed in terms of weaponry as they were a notorious one percent gang here in Canyon Creek and quite a nasty bunch as it were. Criminals, low lives, and thugs were what made up their ranks. it was also a well-known fact among the other M. C. that cooking and dealing meth was their bread and butter.

I asked, putting my hand on her small shoulder. "He was shot by local Gang here, a couple of streets away..." She said even sadder. "Gang? Real Gang around 8 mile?" I asked confused. When I lived here, only Gang was us, a couple of kids running around our neighborhood with water guns, protecting our street. "Oh, my child." She looked at me sadly. "It has been long since you came here. Almost every street here has their own Gang. Black Mafia Family logo is everywhere, drug addicts and murderers. 8 Mile Sconys are some new kids here."

I asked, my voice sounding hoarser than I planned. "There is a difference between a Cartel and a Mafia boss… but yeah, they are similar enough." "So…" I ran my hand through my hair, trying to organise my thoughts. Gangs. Just like him… "You know Judah had a gang…" I said, feeling my emotions all over the place. Although his was just totally different, and they terrorised people. "A gang is different from an organisation, but do you remember anything about it, or what they called themselves? Any information could help us." He asked sharply.

he said and a bright smile filled my face, exactly what I needed to happen and I let out a hum. "My favorite" I sang out "so what are the details" I asked, pulling out a bag from under the bed and beginning to place weapons in it. "Do you remember that newer up and coming gang the butchers" he asked and I paused, the newer gang was known for well butchering people that got in their way. As in slicing them open and spreading limbs and organs around people's homes "yeah" I stated. "They've been sniffing around, we think there might be a connection between them and Viper" he said and I sighed, so many fucking issues.

If that wasn't bad enough they also took part in human trafficking with girls as young as 14. I know we were bad, I know we murdered and killed but you ain't ever catching me raping and killing a girl. None of us. Gangs tend to keep to themselves and let other gangs do whatever they please , unless those gangs try and get involved in other gangs businesses. That's when it's war.

Marco grumbled in annoyance and I leaned back on my chair. "Again? How many times is that just this month? Those people need to be punished." I frowned while shaking my head. "Sometimes, I couldn't help but wonder if we're just too naive to realize that gangs like the black-masked assassins have always been around us." The world is recovering, but unfortunately, gangs idolizing and wanting to copy Seymour and the black-masked assassins formed around the world. They create chaos, rob establishments, steal, and kidnap rich people. It's mostly the humans doing it, and they are using the war as an excuse to wreak havoc.

Leo added. Rogues are wolves banished from the pack after committing certain crimes. They prefer to be alone and struggle to live ij the woods. Rogues have trust issues after getting thrown out of their packs and never come together. With them coming together and creating a pack of their own, I started to sense that something big would be striking our land. What good could come out of criminals joining to form a gang? That was bad news to the people in my kingdom and the neighbouring kingdoms. The results have however started manifesting themselves with all the kidnapping happening across the land.

Calla asked as she leaned back, smiling like a child asking a naughty question. Neva stared. “What do you mean what types?” “List them. Say them. I want to hear all types.” Neva blinked again, then started, slow and careful. “Alright... there are drug cartels. They move drugs, sell them. There are arms cartels — people who trade guns. There are smuggling groups — they move things hidden, like goods and small things. There are human trafficking rings — very bad, they sell people. There is money laundering — they hide dirty money. There are cyber gangs — they steal online, hack banks. There are extortion groups — they force people to pay. There are mixed groups that do a little of everything.