Shadows of ganglife - An NZ fiction

s a time when the streets seemed to simmer with tension, and Kahu's fascination with the world of gangs grew

e of purpose it had given his brother. Tane was no longer the wayward youth who had been in and

, Kahu found Tane in the backyard, meticulously cleaning his cherished Mob jacket. The fading l

ached his brother, curiosity tugging at his words. "Tan

ematic snarling dog and the words "Mongrel Mob" were etched into his skin. "These tattoos, little bro, they'r

anent reminder of the loyalty that bound gang members together. It was a lo

understand, Kahu, once you get these tattoos, there's no turning back. You're in it f

n the allure of the Mob's brotherhood and the desire to forge his own path. The inked oa

loomed larger than ever. He witnessed the power struggles, the fierce territorial disputes, and the unyielding

intersected. But it was also a place where the colors of loyalty were on display for all to see. Gang members, their jackets ador

patches on their jackets marked them as warriors in the battle for control of the streets. The dairy's owner, a middle-aged man with a

e owner, a brief conversation that hinted at an agreement beyond the surface. As they le

emanded a price-one that would bind him to a world of shadows and uncertainty. The question echoed in his mind: Would he follow in his brother's footsteps and become a lifel

y Kahu's future but also the course of his family and his communi