Stories About Gangs Novels & Stories

Rudi folded his arms on the table. "They took over our gang and turned it into a faction." Daffa stroked his chin while thinking about something. "Wasn't Star just an old motorcycle community?" Daffa could only recall what was in his mind at the moment. "May I answer?" Yoga interrupted the conversation. "I've heard a story that the Star gang once fought against the Bulldog gang." "The Bulldog gang?" Daffa furrowed his brow. "Do you mean the Bulldog gang that almost controlled the entire city?" Rudi asked. It turned out he knew about it.

He explained, and we started walking. “The V8?” My loud gasp made him chuckle, the only two mafia gangs I'm aware of, Eldorado and V8, “I thought you two were rivals,” my question was too innocent for him to mock me and he gulped his laugh down not to mortify me. “That’s just rumors created by people who envy us, it’s a good thing no one was around, you’d have disgraced me.” I peered down at the floor. “You didn’t have to put it like that.” I pouted.

H e only focuses on what’s in front of him, rather than what’s beyond. “These gang kids are getting more dangerous these days.” I say absentmindedly. Violence and the threat of violence is the gang member’s business, after all. And the fact that they’re younger makes them more impulsive and more unpredictable. The flip side is that they take their honor seriously that it’s so absurd. They feel that it’s what separates them from the organized crime. Grown ups tend to break their promises more easily and would always tend to trade their honor for money.Friends could turn into your enemies in an instant and enemies could turn into allies in a blink of an eye.

This kind of reaction made everything even easier for the 2 teams to do their task, without even worrying that anyone would witness or even possibly testified about these matters. After all, when someone were living in these kinds of conditions and on this kind of places, it was natural for everyone to have their own history and problems, they definitely doesn’t want to get involved in it. Also this building were own by the gangsters, to them this kind of incident is probably the gang wars, or perhaps the drama that were created by the police and the gangsters. It was the usual drama in their every day lives. So who cares about what happened out of their house, as long as they don’t get inv

He wore a reminiscing look on his face and I just had to shake my head at his silliness. How is this goofy man a gangster? He acts like a child. A cute child. "How come you are not laughing?" he asked. I shrugged. "It wasn't funny?" He wore a sneer. "You are so insensitive. But to answer your question..." He became serious again. " My story about being in a gang is quite similar to those weird fictions women read." " Which ones?" " Those ones where a father owes a loan and gives his only daughter to a gang leader, that's the one."

Cannibal questiona. "Everyone! Top priority because we'll have to put out some fires that will explode." And Túlio couldn't be more right. The next morning, everyone's phones were ringing non"stop. The fires were already exploding. Gangs started fights, disputes over territories, fights over drug prices, and even bus fares. Rival gangs set buses on fire and scared residents and citizens in many nearby cities, and Túlio and his more than thirty men tried to contain the chaotic situation that had arisen.

she scolded. “I'm sorry, Bianca,” I paced back and forth in my bedroom, worry gnawing my mind. I defended, “But you know I wouldn't have reached out to you if I didn't have a big problem.” She sighed, “So what's this problem about?” “I want to know about a gang that has a star tattooed on their neck,” I described some no further details to her and asked, “Who are they?” Bianca sucked her teeth thrice, “Bad news. They are from the White Star gang, the fourth largest gang in the country. Their leader, Duncan was just released from prison a few months ago after he raped his wife's mother.”

Remembering the way his eyes scanned my body sends a shiver down my spine and I try to gather my thoughts once more. I turn the TV on as soon as I get home, throwing my shoes to the corner and resting my head back with my eyes closed. “Gang rivalry is becoming a problem in New York,” I hear someone say on the TV and I take a deep breath as I hear the reporter say something about rival gangs ending up killing each other. The crime in New York is increasing every day and the police do nothing to control it.

We waited for some time before she finally sit up on the bed, we know she wanted to hear what we have to say "Sweetheart I was an orphan, all my childhood was spent living in the street, I was beat by the rain most of the season and sun destroyed my skin every season, I sleep wherever I find shelter, you can call me a beggar that's the best thing to qualify me with, and when I turn teenager I joined a gang we deliver drugs to make money back then it was a dangerous business but at least I was feeding well and had a shelter over my head not until one day one something went wrong, our leader was shot dead and the gang scattered, I once again returned to the street. I kept doing illegal busines

They got their money the easy way by stealing it or pushing drugs and she’d been worried about Nicky getting involved with them. This gang had lived on a farm just outside of the city. The whole place was filthy and dangerous with garbage and junk cars everywhere. The young men and women who lived there rarely bathed and the women paraded around in various stages of undress. The one and only time she was present had been at a party where everyone had been stoned out of their minds. It all came crashing down one night when Nicky was with another member of the Collective. They were going to a MMA fight to watch the bout between Sazon and another headliner, Vincent Cruz. The main fight was the