The Rangers Rap Group Died Novels & Stories

Jax stood at the head of the scarred oak table, arms crossed over his cut, the fresh stitches in his arm pulling tight under the leather. The room was thick with smoke and bad blood. Twelve patched members filled the chairs—every voting brother called in after the clusterfuck at the mill. Church was in session, and it already felt like a funeral. “Roach is dead,” Ranger growled from the far end, his jaw still bruised from the last time he’d pushed too far. “Two more brothers laid up. And for what? Some civilian mechanic Reaper snatched because she talked dirty in her garage?”

DR Raph answered and shook his head in disbelief. “What gang was involved in the shootout?” Tony asked, hoping it wasn’t what he was thinking. “Snakers.” As soon as the word left Dr Raph’s mouth, Tony groaned loudly. It was the name he hated so much. “Why do you sound like that? Everyone in Paris knows that the Snakers are the most gruesome gang ever. You shouldn’t be surprised to hear that they are behind the killing.” Dr Raph said when he saw the sour look on Tony’s face.

As they continued to conspire, their web of intrigue and danger began to ensnare Rylan more tightly, creating an increasingly complex web of alliances and secrets that could spell doom for Nampa if not uncovered and thwarted. Rylan stood before the fresh graves of his two cousins, their lives cruelly snatched away by unknown assailants. The tears streamed down his face, a silent torrent of grief and rage. He had no inkling that these tragic deaths were orchestrated by the sinister group, whose shadowy presence had seeped into his life like a creeping darkness. Luna, Alpha Burst, and the elders had been there to offer their condolences, the entire Nampa pack surrounding Rylan's family in a sh

I feel the same. "I found their death certificates. There's also a police report. About a year ago, while most of the adults of the Rolling Rock group were working at a winery outside of Austin, Texas, a band of robbers attacked the RVs of the rogue group killing a few and kidnapping some kids. The local police didn't get very far as the survivors being werewolves; they didn't want humans involved. Both Malinda and Cooper were killed." Gideon's words feel like a knife stabbing me in the heart. How could someone kill a pup? "How much you want to bet that it was New Moon Alliance members sent there by Tarlo to torment his cousin." I scoffed. I'm so glad I killed that jerk.

I paused, then added, “I was so worried about you.” His eyes softened. “There’s no need to worry.” Something came over me, and I embraced him. He held me tight and close to his body with both his arms, and I felt his heart beat right below my breast. “It’s okay,” he said. “I’m okay.” “What happened?” I asked. “One of our rangers was killed in a brutal manner,” he said, not bothering to hide the grisly details from me. “We’re not sure who did it, but we highly suspect that it has something to do with Cassian.”

Although I was standing in the heart of the chaos, I was nearly overwhelmed with the urge to laugh. Mom claimed that Isaac had a tough life, but it was Isaac's biological mother who swapped our places, allowing her own son to enjoy a lavish lifestyle for over two decades. Meanwhile, I was always huddled in a corner in a small house in the sticks and forced to endure Isaac's parents' constant berating and abuse. I had nothing to my name when Isaac's parents suddenly passed away due to an accident. When the debt collectors showed up at my doorstep, I had no choice but to flee the village and make my way to Granville.

When I opened them again, Rylan was watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. “Crow?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer. I’d seen his body at the clubhouse. But I needed to hear it confirmed. Rylan’s expression went hard. “Dead. Burned with the clubhouse.” “Martinez?” “His wife died in the hospital. He took off after that. Haven’t heard from him since.” Fuck. “Torres? McKenzie?” “Dead. Both of them in the warehouse raid.” Rylan’s jaw clenched. “We’re down to eight members. Eight, Knox. Out of thirty-two.”

The biggest bomb shell to happen in Tang in years was about to go off. It centered around the Green Group, and most importantly, the Green family. Everyone had wondered what had happened to Roy Green. Everyone had now heard that the Green Group was about to go bankrupt. As it turns out, he had not fled the city as most people believed, but had been arrested for extortion and attempted abduction. While awaiting trail in prison, Roy Green had been killed by one or more of his cellmates. This news exploded thoughout the city in just hours.

"That's good to know. No matter what she says, you know yourself better than her. That woman should just work for the media since she's great at gossiping and making fake stories." "Angela's right, sis. That woman is like a public restroom that has all the dirt and gossip in town." "You guys are too much, and I hate that I agree with everything you two said." We were having lunch, and I found out that Rian did tell others about what we were doing, but only a few believed him since they either think it was impossible or they just don't care and are afraid of my clan. "By the way, Shyne, the last thing that I heard about Rian was that he went berserk and got into illegal substances. They also

Cole's voice sounded through the phone in relief. "Cole! Is everything alright." I asked. "Everything is fine now, I think." He said Ina strained voice. "Tell me exactly what the problem is Cole Matthews." I asked in a commanding tone. "We lost five pack members yesterday." He said, she sighing into the phone. "What happened? How? Who and who died?" I bombarded him with questions. "Rogues."