The Fun Gang Novels & Stories

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."

"Damien?" He looks down at me and acts as if nothing happened. "Let's sit down for dinner. We're already late." I don't recognize anyone sitting around this table. Not a single person. Ferdinand isn't here, so he probably left. There are ten people in total. Most of them are old. Scratch that. All of them are old. He really meant what he said about meeting old friends. I look at Damien, uncertain. What are we even doing here? Who are these people? Is this the 'gang' the lady was referring to?

Caused by the incident between the group of red masked men—gangsters, minions of Mafias, Mr. Hunderson, Vince, Clyde, Everleigh, and Raven were brought to hospital. Vince and Clyde both had minor injury on their head. Raven, aside from his gunshot wounds on his leg and shoulder, he got wounds on his arms and back when he protected Everleigh. They are both in not a good place inside the car, not to mention they don't have seatbelts. Raven's body was bumped around inside the car just to protect Everleigh.

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.

Chase slid into the seat across from me, grinning like he’d just walked in on a good joke. "Yup," Mason nodded. "The legend herself." Chase chuckled. "The girl who made history." I laughed softly, shaking my head. This day just kept getting weirder. Then, just when I thought it couldn’t get more bizarre, another guy strolled up to our table. He was older-looking, maybe twenty, with a reddish Caesar cut and a smug grin. "Whose doll is this?" He asked, eyes sweeping over me before landing on Chase and Mason.

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.

He, Drew, and four other guys had been friends since the first project that had made them their money and repu-tations; someone was always available to catch a game or a bite with. Angel made a grab for the ball before it hit the ground, but she missed and ended up sprawled on the lawn. He wouldn’t mind catching a few nibbles of her leg. “What about golf this weekend? Are we still on?” “I’m going to have to get back to you.” Angel climbed to her feet and smoothed her pants over her ass. “It’s a woman.” She certainly was. “I’ll call you, Drew.” “Uh huh. Good luck with that.”

A minute later, he wasn’t fighting anymore and the stranger let go of him. Evan Desmond’s lifeless body slid slowly and soundlessly to the ground. “Did you guys hear?” Vivian said to Isabella and Emily as she rushed to join them at the bar. Isabella rolled her eyes before she turned to face Vivian. The three of them were students at Maddox University, Greenville, and they all worked evening shifts at the bar and grill that had just opened up three days a week. It was almost eight o’clock, and Isabella knew that soon the place would be filled with customers, as evenings and nights were the busiest part of the day. She didn’t have time for Vivian’s chatting, and that was something Vivian was r