Dora The Gangster Novels & Stories

He most likely is a bastard. We were greeted by a small brunette and a big man with strong shoulders as we knocked on the oak door. As he shook the man's hand, the father grinned. These are probably the parents. Father gave me a nod. "It's my daughter here. Alessandro Ferrari She is the mafia boss in Italy." Although I did, they failed to notice the contempt in his words.

"Do you know the names of the gangs?" "No. I never learned them." He smacked his palm to his forehead and sighed. "Sunny?" "Yes, boss?" She sat up straight. "Wanna tell her the names?" "Sure." She nodded. "Snakes and Lions." "Thank you. Now Laura, can you guess which one we are?" "Wait you're all in a gang?" I blurted. All eyes fell on me. Then everyone started giggling, except Bran whose eyes were dead serious and pleading for me to get this right.

My Gangster Babysitter is the fourth book of the Love For The Wicked Series. This is a spinoff of Mrs. Martinelli, The Perfect Mafia Wife, and contains a few spoilers. Either way, this can be read as a stand-alone. Please don't forget to follow me on my lnstagram account Castiellj. . . ~Benny~ It felt like hours when in reality; it had only been five minutes. The clock was ticking. Shaving off the five minutes I’d been ogling this metal door, I only got twenty-five left before the guards swept the basement for their rounds.

"Papa, I never wanted to lead the gang. I never wanted to live this messy life. Please, Papa, we can all start anew. We can all rebuild our lives peacefully; just let me help you." "Kaira, I—" Before Giovanni could finish what he wanted to say, another voice came through, "Giovanni Lombardi, you are under arrest." "Calix?! What are you doing here?!"

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.

He asked annoyingly I fought the urge to laugh as Dora replied "Well officer, as you can see, he is drunk and we are both high. So permit me to shove my sticky pretty fingers down to your throat if you do not quietly allow us to pass. Because if you are looking for money, we won't give..." she said dragging innocent sleeping Crystal into this and placing her long middle fingers in the man's face I never knew she was this much of a trouble maker, she was too daring. The policeman signaled others to come and then they started talking and asking me silly questions. "Let's just drive past all of them" Dora whispered I chuckled and shook my head, I've never seen anyone do that before. "Who is tha

It is said that it is invitation only that gets you through the door, and if that fails, you better have a whole wad of cash on hand. But all that being, if you can get to be one of their dancers, you will be set for big money. And that is the only driving force that is pushing one leg ahead of the other. I so feel like to sit in my hole and let the day fly by, but we got to put food on the table somehow, and my relentless quest to saddle Lucas Lucero is eating into our budget. Pushing all the angst aside, it takes us goddamn five minutes to convince a very asshole of a doorman that we are here for the job. Well, we soon find out why he is so reluctant to let us in. There is a line of nearly

I recognized one of the faces, Santoro’s crew. Santoro wanted me dead ever since I refused to join his trafficking deal last year. He’d lost money, pride, and three of his men because of me. This was his way of collecting the debt, with bullets. My pulse slowed, the way it always did when I had to fight. I shouted toward the stairs. “Marco! North flank! Kill the lights!” “On it!” he yelled back, and I heard the cocking of his gun. The chandeliers went dark, plunging the room into a blur of smoke and flickering moonlight. I grabbed Celeste’s wrist. “Don’t move until I say.”

The lady cried out to Aliza. "What is your name?" Aliza asked her in kindness. "I'm Shelly...Shelly Spark." Aliza nodded to her. "Shelly, I think you're mistaken. The boss here Mr Charles Rodriguez is the top notch business man, he is a very kind and benevolent person. Charles has no connection with the mafia." Shelly gave out a hysterical laugh between her cries. "Mam please excuse me but you seem more innocent than me."

Alexander I stopped the car when Jay, Charlie, and James surrounded it. They really wanna die. I came out of the car. "Who's she?" Charlie asked me. He is the leader of their so-called gang. "Does that matter to you?" I was not in the mood for any fight. "Oh? She's another slut of you I guess" That was it. I took out my gun and shot him in his chest. They were terrified. They thought I'd not carry a gun to school. They are really stupid.