Dora The Gangster Novels & Stories

The female gang leader’s hostility was as sharp as a knife. One afternoon, Rayna barged into the sitting room where I was quietly reading. Marta was nearby, polishing the glassware. “So, this is where Hunter spends his time?” Rayna said mockingly, arching an eyebrow. “Living in a dollhouse with his charity case.” I looked up, startled and uneasy. Marta’s hands froze mid-polish. “I don’t know what you want, Rayna,” I said carefully, trying not to show fear. Rayna smiled coldly. “I want him to stop wasting time on you. You’re nothing but a liability.”

"But they're still part of the Wolf Gang. Aren't you obsessed with getting news about the Wolf Gang?" Angie laughed. "Yes, but if possible, I want to get information about the boss." Maxime squinted. "You're obviously crazy." "Hey, but seriously, the Wolf Gang is very famous, but no one knows who their ultimate boss really is. Rai once told me that the only members of the Wolf Gang who have ever been caught are the Made Men. The rest are just associates, mostly corrupt politicians or evil businessmen who use the Wolf Gang's influence for protection."

Amara woke up, on her bed, hearing a soothing tone of baladi music in the background. Relaxing. What? She had been angry... And she was sore— Dancing. Lucas. Declan. Serenius. Anger flaring, she jolted upright. "Careful. The dosage my father gave you may have been off. You could be dizzy." Aurora. "Yeah, really?" she snarked. Aurora. Amara did feel dizzy but she swung her legs over anyway, not about to stay down.

That they are only powerful business moguls? To the best of my knowledge, they could be the ones behind the widespread kidnapping of children and the sale of their organs to elderly wealthy people in need of transplants. No, I was unable to fathom the possibility that the man I had fallen with and my grandfather were involved in such heinous deeds. However, the reality is staring me in the face right now, tempting me like a bone would do to a dog. A knock echoed through my door, followed by Linda’s voice. “Signorina Erin, el capo has called you for dinner.”

15 Momma’s told me once or twice—and sometimes I remember—about the doll I had when I was really little. Samelsa. A name I made up myself. Mom says I wouldn’t stand for it when anyone dared mishear me and try to call her ‘Sam’. “Sam is a girl-name for hookers and strippers. Maybe waitresses,” she says. “I think you knew that, too. Even then. If people dared call your doll ‘Sam’ you’d give them the blackest evil eye. That look on your face! It was like a witchy old woman who’d just caught her neighbor’s dog peeing on her front porch.”

What is he doing? “They said they’re already here?” he replied, unsure. Stan looked at all of us. It only means one thing. We need to be careful. Astra, no matter how good their intentions may be, is still a deadly group of the best female gangsters. Night Train glared at me. “We meet again, Stallion…” he said in a menacing tone. I smirked. “Good to know you can stand on your own feet now…” He gritted his teeth and was about to attack me when a dart with a yellow flag struck right in the middle of the two groups.

He approached them fast. Iris stopped. Dante’s eyes followed the cop with irritation. The officer looked at Dante with that familiar mix of fear and excitement. They knew Dante was a Mafia Lord. They had been trying to prove it for years. But Dante always covered his tracks. The only time he slipped, Iris found the loophole and dragged his man to court. After that, Dante knew the cops would get what they had been looking for if she pushed further. So he approached her first and turned the table. “Dante Moretti,” the officer said. He sounded bold, but his eyes showed fear. “I see you’re enjoying your freedom.”

That was the only reason Dora had been willing to hand it over in the first place. And now Stella was saying it was too little? Did she really have no idea what kind of number one billion was, or was she just pretending not to? Dora snapped, “You slept with my son for a few years and now you think you deserve that much money? A girl straight out of an orphanage actually thinks she’s that valuable? If he’d gone out and hired an escort, it would’ve cost him less than this…”

Dora was not innocent after all. The video showed Dora sneaking into Aurelian’s room with a metal trap in her hands. She had planned to scare him. Maybe to hurt him. But fate turned against her. She slipped. The trap fell and snapped shut on her own legs instead. Her screams were what had woken Aurelian. In fear and confusion, he had grabbed his toy gun—the only thing a child would think of to protect himself. Tears streamed down Isla’s face as she watched. Her son was innocent.

Like they could lift her up with a finger. These people were not her match. She was just thinking when she noticed the tattoo drawn on the wrist of one of the men. It was a drawing of a dragon's head chained inside a flaming ring. Her eyes filled with recognition and she almost gasped but she kept it down thankfully, not allowing the fear to completely seize her. These people belonged to one of the most notorious gangs. S-rank first class killers from the dragon's ring. Whoever they've set their eyes on, they take. They make no mistakes.