The Fun Gang Novels & Stories

Jo in return, scowled at her. “Or I'm sure we can find you a masseur or two, depending on your tastes.” The woman added fearfully, not wanting to annoy Jo. Jo was the only female leader of an all male gang in Ganghaven, and for that, she was feared by many. Her gang had the least members, but they were very effective in striking fear into the heart of people. All of Jo's men were burly, bald by choice, and they all had a hawk tattoo on their left biceps. The Street Hawks were known for destroying any business or store that refused to pay them protection money.

Chanelle whimpers, and I roll my eyes. "Who is Heath's father, Chanelle? He deserves to know," I snap, and she shrugs while wiping her face. "Before we moved here, I did something stupid......there was this group of cool kids; well, I thought they were cool. They were a gang or, well, they called themselves that. Looking back, they were just kids thinking they were tough.....anyways. To be in their gang...guys had to get jumped in, and girls...girls get banged in...," Chanelle explains, and my mouth falls open yet again.

I urged more to get information on why we were involved with this gang group. "Your Dad founded it with three of his friends," Mom began as she recalled the past. "They called their group NAME which the abbreviations of their first name: Nathaniel Valentine, Aston Blackburn, Malum Colvin, and Elric Krause. It was not entirely a gang but merely a group of activists aiming for political and social change. Back then, the town was infested of authorities smuggling weapons and drugs in the dark. Gangs appeared everywhere and they were protected by the local government. The neighborhood was getting involved with the war. They made our town a rendezvous point. There were unexplainable deaths and ac

Arian tried again, narrowly missing Jeffrey's perfect score who was scowling at him. "Says the mama's boy." He snorted and earned a glare, plus a wicked chuckle from Ricky. "Enough of this shit. Let's hang elsewhere, I'm bored." Ricky plopped down on a couch and balanced his drink on his forehead. "There's this crazy club 'De funz' which launched about a month ago. Everyone's been talking about it at school. Wanna crash?" Jeffrey brought out his phone and scrolled through it. "Definitely." Ricky, who was in simple clothes groaned and stood up to get dressed. They turned to look at the young master who had a clearly not interested look on.

Two weeks later, at a private gathering of the Five Families, Noa approached me. The party was held at a private club on the Upper East Side, attended by core members of each family and their wives. I chose to ignore her, focusing my attention on my conversation with Mrs. Romano. She had considerable influence in the underworld and was telling me about her connections in the European music scene. "Maeve, it's been a while." Noa appeared before me, gracefully holding a champagne flute. "You look well."

There are a lot more guards stationed everywhere. The shooter came from the back door, so they've sealed them all. I heard something about there being a 'blood feud' with another gang, the Browns. Well, the Kellers don't consider themselves a gang, they're an 'association'. I don't see what the difference is. The point is, something happened years ago, and there's trouble. They want the Kellers dead.

"Excuse me, who failed on the last minute drug dealing again? Got scaredy-cat, code F." Code B and code F are the two leaders behind their teams. Red and black with a dragon tattoed on ther masks are the co-leaders assigned by these two leaders on their team. While the rest who wear masks with a small tattoed dragon are the underlings of the teams. The rest who were listening stiffened on ther seats as they hears the fired negotiating of the two leaders. This may called war.

He reached twenty-seven and still did not get the diploma. He is the lead guitarist and lead singer of the band ‘THE FALLEN ANGELS’. Ms. Capa was the one who named this band. The three boys are not only famous at school, but also in other places. He was mistaken for a Gangster look because of the tattoos surrounding both his arms.

Although, I did so in stuttered speech that I suspected wouldn’t even be laudable to her hearing, she still managed to grasp what I told of. “Well, they must’ve been some low ranking members of a back-water gang.” “They are actually the most revered in the city. Their gang are into everything from arms, contraband, if you can think of it, they can provide it in bulk.” “What are we going to do? They’re surely going to some for us.” She panicked, but that much was to be expected. I tried to reassure her with the reveal of my gang’s name never appearing anywhere, meaning it was an aimless fight had bosses raising guns based who pointed the fastest finger.

“This is is not what we agreed on!” Cohen stated angrily as he slammed the small brown envelope on the table. It was a gambling booth, were the guys in the street usually gathered and gambled, smoked, fought, or made out with girls. Most times, whenever teenagers take to the streets, the next place they go to is the gambling booth where they hung out with older guys who would take them under their wings. From there they become part of a gang.