Novel & Cerita Female Gangsters

I rolled my eyes. Alfonso was a gangster; mafia would have suited him best but whatever. He was mostly involved in gambling and drug trafficking. He was known to be cold and ruthless. He had gained himself the name, ‘Iceman’, as he would show no emotion while torturing people who wronged him. I couldn’t believe they wanted me to lie to this man.

I ask Vincent who is currently overseeing his men as they clean up the bodies. “I do. And it’s not a nice place.” Darkness fights for dominance in my bloodstream. “Explain.” “It’s a tiny street just on the outskirts of the city. It’s heavily manned by a gang called The Scorpions. The bulk of New York’s prostitution, trafficking and drug operations go down there.” With every word he speaks, rage bubbles to the surface and my fingers itch to murder someone. “They took my children to a fucking crime alley?”

Although, I did so in stuttered speech that I suspected wouldn’t even be laudable to her hearing, she still managed to grasp what I told of. “Well, they must’ve been some low ranking members of a back-water gang.” “They are actually the most revered in the city. Their gang are into everything from arms, contraband, if you can think of it, they can provide it in bulk.” “What are we going to do? They’re surely going to some for us.” She panicked, but that much was to be expected. I tried to reassure her with the reveal of my gang’s name never appearing anywhere, meaning it was an aimless fight had bosses raising guns based who pointed the fastest finger.

Did she think they would let her go because she was a girl? How many innocent women has that gang preyed on already? Countless. How many times have they even gotten punishment for their crimes? None. Because they were all sons of Billionaire businessmen who contributed millions to the college, or because some of them were sons of high ranking politicians or officials. No one could touch them. Not even me. So the best we could do was avoid them at all costs. “I’m a fucking asshole.” I muttered to myself, taking a swig of the whiskey right from the bottle.

PASSION FOR DORAMAS. Cloe didn't stay in the office they usually met for long. Within the community, there was what they called the "office," where Sopapo, Cannibal, Gringo, Tulio, and her made decisions. Only a few people had access to the place. Many went there to look for them, but most of them would call Gringo when they wanted to arrange something, ask for something, or clarify any doubts about the gang. Before they lived together, Cloe and Tulio's house served as the "office," but now they met there.

Grayson frowned. Trent was a gangster who dealt in some pretty messed up businesses. He had a ton of gangsters under him who were willing to do anything. They had all given up on life. They were willing to do anything because they no longer cared, which meant that they were extremely ruthless. A lot of Maltford's elite weren't afraid of them, but they were too lazy to start anything. After all, getting on the wrong side of a criminal was much worse than getting on the wrong side of a gentleman.

Gavin pointed at the gangsters and said excitedly. Billy nodded and glanced at the gangsters. “Don’t just stand there. Didn’t you hear what I said?” The gangsters were not the type to take orders from just anybody. They would not get down on their knees to be assaulted. Sure, they were hesitant to get physical with Billy since he came from power. However, the insulting situation was more than they could take. “Fuck! Screw him!” The gangsters balled their fists and charged toward Billy. Billy sneered, “Trash.”

"Of course, I haven't met him. He barely ever shows his face outside of the organization, and I'm not part of it. I don't plan on being either." I shuddered. How could she be so relaxed about it? Nothing about the criminal underworld was that simple unless they wanted it to be! Mafia, bratva, and all other gang men were all the same: misogynists, abusive, power-hungry psychos. If Katie made it out of it, alive and unscathed, I would be happy, but at the same time, what point was there in me trying to interfere with it? My gut churned with guilt.

"Why are you here? Were you following me?" I didn't answer him as I turned my attention to the remaining two. Leo was still holding his nose, and the third guy was staring at me with a mix of confusion and mounting fear. "Who the fuck are you?" the third guy barked, trying to puff out his chest. "Mind your business Goldie locks! This twink is ours. You don't want to get involved with the Serpent Gang." I took a slow, deliberate step forward, my eyes scanning the faded snake tattoos crawling up their necks. The Serpent Gang. A pathetic collection of car thieves and low-level muscle who thought they were kings because they owned three blocks of a slum.

She noticed Gonzalo sitting at the one-seater sofa, with his favorite guns in front of him, like everybody else in the entire estate who's alert and carrying high-powered guns. "Those idiots are the Street Thugs. That gang was founded thirty years ago by one of the most notorious criminal New York has ever known. They are violent people involved in a lot of low-profile crime, they were never this bold." Darryl responded. "Someone gave them the balls to do this. Someone who will benefit when the city falls into chaos." Gonzalo stated. Darryl knows that look well. Gonzalo is thinking, figuring out who is responsible for the current state of the city in his mind.