Trash And The Gang Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Figures. Rich people are all talk. The moment things get real, you can't do a thing." He turned and shouted behind him, "What are you idiots standing around for? Get to work. Our first day on the job starts with sorting trash." In an instant, people snatched the tools from George and Helena's hands. George stood and watched the Northspire Gang work for them. They sorted trash, swept the streets, and moved with speed and purpose. Who would have guessed they were gangsters? They looked more like a group of honest workers willing to get their hands dirty.

“Sorry. Yeah, we got carried away. You sure you don’t want me to drive? Because I’m thinkin’ me and Channing back here together, even with all our clothes on, is a bad idea.” She snickered. Trevor gunned the engine. “Hang on, it’s gonna be a tight turn to get out of here.” Automatically, Colby and Edgard reached up for the handles hanging from the ceiling as Trevor whipped the big rig around. Channing smoothed her hands down the outside of her thighs, then busied herself with compacting the trash. She leaned over the front seat. “You guys have any junk up there that needs to be tossed out? It’s all picked up back here.”

He clutched it, eyes burning. "Was yesterday's trash cleared out?" "It was cleared, sir. It's already been transported to the transfer station outside the estate." Greyson's face went rigid. "Where is it? Take me there. Now!" The car sped through the night, carrying them to the garbage transfer station. The air reeked of fermented rot, thick and sour. The moment the servants stepped down, Greyson plunged into the chaotic heap of waste. After a frantic search, a faint reflection caught his eye, glinting through the grime.

The Trash Bin was a graveyard of broken dreams. Everywhere I looked, there were mountains of crumpled paper and discarded ideas. The sky was a flat, dull gray, like a computer screen that had been turned off. I held Elle close to me, her small hands trembling against my waist.

Gavin pointed at the gangsters and said excitedly. Billy nodded and glanced at the gangsters. “Don’t just stand there. Didn’t you hear what I said?” The gangsters were not the type to take orders from just anybody. They would not get down on their knees to be assaulted. Sure, they were hesitant to get physical with Billy since he came from power. However, the insulting situation was more than they could take. “Fuck! Screw him!” The gangsters balled their fists and charged toward Billy. Billy sneered, “Trash.”