Trash And The Gang Novels & Stories

"Can we please start over?" I looked at his fake, desperate face and felt nothing but disgust. Calmly, I asked, "Hey, Liam. Do you know anything about sorting garbage?" He was caught off guard. "What?" I pointed at him. "You… are the hazardous waste I threw out. I have a bit of an obsession with cleanliness. Once I throw something away, I never pick it up again." His expression shifted from pleading to shame and anger. He wanted to say more, but I turned and walked away, leaving my bodyguards to stop him behind me.

The metallic rattle of the ring hitting the depths of a nearby trash can echoed loudly in the quiet corridor. My jaw dropped. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" "Just putting trash where it belongs," Ryder replied, his voice losing all its teasing warmth. He stepped closer, his imposing height casting a shadow over me. "Holding onto that piece of junk is the same as begging a coward to love you. And you used to be better than that, Mary."

As one of them moved to stab Shayan, a firm grip stopped him. All eyes turned to see RV standing in the doorway with a murderous glare, holding the goon's hand tightly. Shayan's lips curled into a smirk at the sight of his friends arriving with equal determination. The combined force of the "Great Black Tigers" quickly subdued the goons, leaving them unconscious on the floor.

"You're wasting your time. That bitch could've looked like any other bitch. She's got that common face, you know, that every brunette has. Maybe you're confusing her with some broad you saw at the strip club." Trevor throws the contents of the box on the floor. He's not sure what he's looking for either, but he's looked everywhere for clues and this is the last place. There's junk from years ago. He closes his eyes and sees her smiling, he doesn't know why, but that's the image he's seeing. He kicks the junk around and rips the tape off the next box. Malcolm shakes his head. "You're making a mess, kid." "Leave me alone."

The clean hallway outside our home had turned into a disgusting garbage dump covered in buzzing flies. There was a designated trash area in the neighborhood, and everyone here had lived together for over a decade. There was no way people didn’t know where garbage was supposed to go. Anthony immediately exploded in anger. “Who did this? Throwing trash in front of someone else’s door like this, do you people have no shame?” Someone nearby muttered under their breath, “It’s still nothing compared to being the other man.” Anthony immediately lost it, grabbing the speaker by the collar. “What did you just say? I’m telling you right now, Anthony is not an adulterer! The real adulterer is that fake

Raucous laughter erupted among the crowd. "Why are you still being so stubborn, Justin?" Hunter sneered. "Even your girlfriend belongs to me now. You're truly nothing more than a piece of trash after you lost the support of your family." Justin's patience snapped upon hearing Hunter's words, though no one could discern which insult was the one that pushed Justin over the edge. He cursed aloud before driving his fist into Hunter's face. "Fuck! How dare you hit me? Teach him a lesson he won't forget!" Many of Hunter's lackeys leaped in and joined the fray upon hearing his orders.

I was planning to ride out those last days in peace, detached and unbothered, but no—Betty just had to bring the drama. She shattered my dad's urn. The ashes spilled everywhere, but it wasn't enough for her. Nope. Her cat strutted in, did its business right on the remains, and Betty? She had the audacity to grin. "Daphne, look! The ashes make great litter for my cat!" And just like that, all the grief, the rage, everything I'd been holding back exploded. I just grabbed the baseball bat behind the door and swung. The crack of impact was satisfying, but Betty's scream? Even better. She stumbled back, pale as a ghost, scrambling to get away.

They stepped inside, holding up their torchlights, only to be met with a room filled with garbage. The stench was unbearable, thick and suffocating. Amidst the filth lay a worn-out, grimy mat—it had been my bed. The only possession I had was a tattered doll I'd brought from home. The doll stood out in the squalor. Its age was apparent; the fabric was faded and patched in several places. Yet, it was clear the doll had once been cherished, lovingly repaired by its owner.

The black Masevati crashed into the garbage dump with a loud slam. The cars that had been chasing after it zipped closely behind in the rain, the men inside watching as the Masevati tumbled a few times into a gigantic pile of rubbish. As soon as the men drove into the entrance of the garbage dump, a few black cars appeared, blocking their way. The man who came out of the car at the front was none other than Todd, one of the most notorious gangsters in Merchant City.

" I look away from Chase and moves up from the chair that I was sitting on and go over to the big window, where I find peace in such a weird place. Chase gives out a grumpy, "what?" And so then I go into the detail he wants so badly, "The Hunters gang and the Scorpos gang had a shooting, 6 years ago, they were fighting and then shots were fired and my parents were unfortunately caught up in it" "but we weren't officially together then" Nathan cuts him off, "Only some of you, remember Alec and Eli joined you first" I nod, "I know, idiot" I shake my head, still looking out of the window, "it wasn't you. However it was The Scorpos, They have shoot outs with themselves, and then hurt people, inn