Stories About Gangs Novels & Stories

It was usually why I never talked to him because I would get roped into an hour-long conversation about something pointless. "Well, yeah." He started walking. "The gang had fifty members, which at the time was a lot. They owned three stables in town, and after a good battle, they owned this town. They had a great fortune. It was like a treasure trove." The way he said it made him sound like he was reminiscing about the good old days. "What was your favorite story about them?" "That would be the time we took down a bank. Shot up a dozen lawmen and another twenty that rode in from the city."

I washed four cups while listening to the news on the kitchen television, I wasn't in the habit of watching them anymore, the reporters' voices made me feel less alone. “Until now, one of the three criminal gangs of young students most wanted by the country's authorities has been discovered,” reported the reporter behind the cameras, “And crime networks among students are advancing more frequently, which is worrying. since traffickers are no longer satisfied with meeting the demand of people who suffer from addiction but rather apply a series of strategies to reach new markets and maintain control, especially among young people. And most of the time these gangs are governed by another young

We got in and she leaned against her seat for a moment before getting ready to drive off. "Feels like most of the townspeople are all gang members," she says with annoyance. "Gang members?" I repeated. "A gang is a group of people, but in this sense a group of people who do illegal and bad things," Hayley explained. "Oh," I says deep in thought, she put the keys in the ignition and started the car, driving off. "How do I get one?" I asked. "A gang, I don't know, maybe make one," she says keeping an eye on the road.

The name rang a bell, but it was buried in a stack of things I hadn’t bothered to care about. "That’s familiar." I said, crossing my arms. "You heard about them," Thomas said, tapping a few keys, "a couple years back. Street gang from the other side of the city. Got known for home invasions and torching businesses that didn’t pay up. Real reckless crew. Short-tempered. Real messy." I let the info settle, nodding as I stood up from the desk, glass still in hand. "Right," I muttered. "I remember hearing something. Thought they were more bark than bite."

Chapter 4 I felt the air leave my lungs, my hand went weak and i found my water bottle rolling on the floor, All I heared was a rushing sound in my ear, like a wave crashing. " What do you mean they took him?", The Renegades, the most dangerous gang group most people feared, for their dubious and illegal activities, causing chaos in the city. "why will they take him?"I asked but deep down I could already guess . My mother lowered her eyes, shame and fear mixing on her face . "It's because of his gambling Lia "

But in the back alleys and the rundown districts, it was an entirely different story. The small gangs that had lived in the shadows of the three great families were now beginning to move. Like wolves smelling blood, they were emerging from their dens, trying to seize the territories, warehouses, and smuggling routes that had been left behind. Small-scale skirmishes erupted in various corners of the city—a brutal brawl in front of a bar, a warehouse set ablaze in the port district, the faint sound of gunshots heard from a night market. The chaos was still small-scale, but like a cancer, it was beginning to spread rapidly.

I watched them gut and hack at each other from an opposite room specially rented for my viewing pleasure, and with two prostitutes in the bed. I was still watching when Les Loups men joined in the fight, resulting in one of the bloodiest gang fights in the history of the slums. Les Requins and Les Guerriers men were heavily wiped out, losing both their leaders, and Les Loups men took the victory. Still, I was the highlight of the tale. As I heard someone say about me:

He talked like a hormonal and rebellious teenager who threw a tantrum by getting under the needle. "Why did you leave the gang?" the question I had in mind was quite different, I was curious as to what kind of gang it was. Biker gang? Street gang? Prison gangs? Huh, the mafia?. But I settled for a less disturbing question instead. "I was only there because I needed money to take care of myself and her, she never liked it though, she……." he suddenly stopped short like he was saying too much already. My ear perked up and my instincts kicked in.

First the nihilistic rambling would come, then the dementia, then the violence. Gangs started to grow, some formed up as a militia to protect their homes, a few were genuine small time criminals who had increased in popularity. But there were others who moved differently, who acted differently. These were outsiders. And they were the ones who took Jonas Cruz from his home, along with a few hundred other people and locked them in some tiny airship forced to cook the very substance that led to his community’s ruin.

he smirked. "Well, thanks!" I started to get up, but he grabbed my arm. "Do you know how to fight?" "Yes. I took some classes...after...." I looked down at the ground. "Hey." he lifted my head to look at him. "I get it. You're safe here." Our faces were just inches away, our noses nearly touching. Part of me wanted to kiss him, but part of me wanted to run. I've had boyfriends before, always ended the same. Me getting abused or him cheating. I can never fall for a gang leader, I heard they're the worst. So I just walked out the door and up to my room. I threw myself on my bed and stared up at the glow in the dark stars that I've never really paid much attention to.