"You know she will never forgive you for this" rikeyo steps up to cash " this won't only take out the whole of HoS but her as well" "Why should I care" cash says with no emotions even glancing by his face "You love her don't you" "Love is a weakness. I don't have any" •••• 6 young men crafting up and new fresh gang in the streets of New York called 720, run into a few miss understanding and unpleasant run ins. After taking housing in an old abandoned mansion at the peek of the city and in efforts of making a new name for themselves and getting more recognition for their group they soon learn who's the top dogs in this city. These stubborn and naive boys just see them as another challenge to there own ways to the top. But in that way there are many casualties. To win some you must lose some. •••• Warning-This book may contain strong Languge, sexual themes,Gang violence, and or Weapon use, you've been warned •••• Also this book was totally inspired just from drawing of the 6 main male characters that came from tiktok. I totally fell in love with them and felt they deserved a story. So I give credit to the creator of the boys and there personality and backstory of there names. The rest of this specific story line is my idea and how is see there life living out. You should totally go follow her she's great. @ebonidoesart on tiktok is where you can find her. Also now on @eboniionwatt where she made her own version of the story that's pretty great.

one unexpected night I saw him. My ex. He was here and he was after me again, I can't get away from him. that was until I met Ash. the Italian mafia leader. The most dangerous man in the world, or so I thought. even though he appears to be scary and harsh he isn't. ----------------------------- Preview: He sits on the kitchen counter hunched and holding his lower stomach, I step in front of him. "Can you take your shirt off?" I ask softly, he looks up at me with the same cold glare, but this time it had an emotion i couldn't read "please? I need to clean that." I said pointing at his stomach. He sighed and pulled off his shirt with a low husky groan. I let my eyes rake over his body watching as his arm muscles flex and his skin is toned. he clears his throat, I feel heat rise to my cheeks as I realize I was staring. "clean it then." He demands, but it was oddly soft. I nodded and dabbed at his wound he hissed and pain lowing his head to rest it in the crook of my neck. His breath shoots goose bumps all over my skin.