Gangster Doll Novels & Stories

He fucking brought his friend to spy on us or mostly on me. "I'm kinda busy, but I just want to see first if what I heard is right, congressman..." I said with my trailing tone of voice, smiling as I approached him, then quickly grabbed the back of his head and hit it on the poker table. I pulled out my Glock G19X, my favorite 9mm, tucked behind my back with my right hand. At the same time, my left was still pressing the congressman's head on the table so he couldn't lift it. I aimed the gun at the British man, who I knew was a spy and pulled the trigger before the fool could draw his weapon. I smirked when I saw the man's body drop dead with a hole I had created in his left eye.

“Ladies and gentlemen, for our last item in the cart. This lovely young lady, a twenty years old doll. She was silent but a bit feisty. She can be whatever you want her to be. A trophy for this lovely evening to satisfy the needs of your carnal desires.” Kirstina moved forward with a leather lashing stick on her hand, cigarettes heels clicking the on the floor, and stopped in front of me. She pointed it in my direction with its tip and motioned me to stand. Afraid that she would hit me with it, I slowly stood up, my knees buckling at the process but eventually stood up at my full height. I kept my face up, willed myself not to cower, and straightened my back even though my nerves were wrecki

"You know that you are my favourite client, I will please you first and then I will look after the others" "I told you I like exclusivity. Get back to work, or you'll lose another client". "I thought there was something between us!" The stripper looked at him hopefully, waiting for an answer. The Machiavellian smile made Enrico's face somber, it was obvious he didn't care. The stripper knew that gangster had a heart of stone, but she still liked Enrico. "I can give you that massage you like!" She tried to seduce him with her honeyed voice.

She put on the best dress she could find in her wardrobe, a black draped tube dress with a slit on one side of her leg that showed her mid-thigh. Shay knew that the gangster's security would be deficient today, at least the men who would accompany him, the men who would take him to the ranch. The enterprise took four months to be ready, and he always took her with him to see how the renovation was going. So she knew everything around the ranch and gave Túlio the coordinates of where he had to plant the bomb.

She immediately wrapped her arms around Maxime's and hugged him tightly. "Damn it, let go of your hands." Angie didn't care. She knew that what she was doing was dangerous. The man standing next to her was no ordinary man. He was a mysterious gangster who apparently could kill her whenever he wanted. Angie didn't know where her fear was going. "Why are you so reluctant to touch me? You must want my body, too." Angie's words were so direct. The hostess who served them was surprised how easily Angie could say such a sentence.

Sold To A Gang Leader [He owns her] . . Writer's POV *Mexico* Few minutes into their course meal. A waitress walked into the VIP room of Dilly. "Sir, would you allow me to take your son for a few seconds? For a VIP personnel like yourself sir, we are giving out free gifts, but instead of handing you what we prepared for people like you. We'll hand over the gift to your son, sir. What do you think?" The waitress spoke politely.

“Please. He’s just a child. Let him go. Take me instead—do whatever you want to me, but don’t touch him. Please.” She turns her eyes to me. All that’s left is fury and madness. “You think I’m doing this because I want money?” she says, voice rising. “Because I’m bitter? No. This is about pain. About balance. You took everything. You built your perfect lives without me!” Knoxx’s grip tightens on his gun. “This doesn’t fix anything.” “It fixes me!” she screams. Then footsteps. Shadows move. More men. Gangsters. Guns. At least fifteen of them, emerging from the darkness like ghosts. They circle around us slowly, forming a wall of steel and eyes.

’ She found it amusing and came up with inventive ways to turn them down without hurting their feelings and making enemies of them, she could not afford to make enemies so soon in her career as the Maldini Donna. Dante watched her reputation grow, she had worked fast to shore up her businesses and quickly replaced the traitors with men she could trust and they were all now turning a profit. What worried him was his spies had told him she had meetings with the Leaders of the Bratva and the Leaders of the Columbian Cartel so he decided to attend the meetings. Dmitri and Sergi Tsarvetch were the Bratva Leaders, when they heard a beautiful woman had taken over as the Donna of the Maldini family

So choose which one you want to call me" She said proudly Dilraba flinched. "Ohhh Owlett what a great wing you've got, I wish to banter with this grasshopper to let her know what the GANGSTERS OF LA can do" Evelyn said with displease "I'll like to see what you can do Eve... I love live video you know.... You can go on she seems to be a sharp mouthed" Mara said "Who the hell are you people??? Who the hell are you clowns? Killian shouted....

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."