Shadows of ganglife - An NZ fiction

families once knew each other's names, where children played freely in the parks, and where community bonds were unbrea

ng life with a mix of trepidation and fascination. The allure of brotherhood, of unwavering support, called to him like a siren's song. And in West

utation. Tane, Kahu's older brother, was among their ranks, his allegiance sealed with ink and sweat. He ha

vague excuses. His once-clear arms now bore a web of tattoos that depicted the Mob's snarling dog emblem, a permanent mark of his commitment. Kahu's

er a chair. The embroidered patch of the snarling dog and the bold red letters spelling "Mongrel

lancing at the jacket. "What'

"It's not something to take lightly, little bro. It's about loyalty, a

ays yearned for, a refuge from the chaos of their neighborhood. The streets of West Auckland had taught him that loya

der, you might have a choice to make, too. But for now, focus on s

oyalty and brotherhood loomed over him, and he couldn't help but wonde

f the Mongrel Mob, the blues of the Black Power, and the greens of the King Cobras-all marked their territory with unyieldi

emained uncertain, his future a canvas waiting for the brushstrokes of his choices. The colors