Gangster Doll Novels & Stories

Step outside your tent whenever my Alphas are ready,’ Doll purred to us. Xander and I exchanged a look and bolted for the exit. We were both very eager to see our girl. The guys all chuckled because they knew that only Doll could make us so eager. We were not ashamed of that fact at all. Our jaws literally dropped when we looked at her. She was wearing tight black leather pants that fit her like a glove with golden gladiator sandals. Her tunic was red like ours but fitted to accentuate her delicious curves. The front dropped down into a V-neck which showed a modest hint of cleavage that begged for our attention. The intricate stitching was the same as ours. A braided golden belt accented tho

"Mr. Sterling, you... you swore you wouldn't force your feelings on me. A true gentleman never goes back on his word." "A gentleman?" Damian chuckled darkly right beside my ear, the sound vibrating straight down my spine. "No, Arabella... I'm a gangster. Remember?" My mouth fell open. *Oh, God. Did I really just hand him the weapon to trap me?* "Do you have any idea how gangsters treat the women they claim?" he purred, his fingers lightly brushing the nape of my neck.

Ghost (laughing): “Knew her? Dollface ran poker night in the basement of the Ohio Club every Thursday in ’27. Mae Capone introduced us. Name’s Frankie Yale. Formerly breathing, currently permanent resident.” Another ghost (this one shorter, scar across his cheek) steps forward. Frankie: “We’ve been keeping an eye on the tunnels since Prohibition. Old agreements. Morau blood walks these thermal veins, we don’t let nobody mess with it.” Seras’s flames flicker nervously. Seras: “So… ghost gangsters are real?” Frankie (winking): “Only the classy ones.”

"Maybe if we find a way to give him the body of his daughter, he will stand down?" Deangelo shot daggers at Hugo. "That's bullshit! The old peasant I just finished speaking to isn't an ordinary man. He sounded like the Devil himself, from his threats to the way he spoke." The gangsters were all looking at the woman who was standing next to him earlier. She was speaking to them, translating Deangelo's message. The gangsters screamed in happiness and lifted their guns in the air, as if they were excited about going to war.

That night, using Dante's network, a bounty appeared on several underground forums. FIND HER: $50,000 CASH. BELLA JOHNSON. Last Seen: Brooklyn. Brown hair, green eyes, butterfly tattoo on her left shoulder. PROFILE: High-class grifter. Sleeps with marks for money, leaves a baby in her wake. Leaves broken families. WARNING: Manipulative as hell. Uses a pregnancy sob story. Don't fall for it. KNOWN ASSOCIATES: Lowlifes and dealers. Rico Martinez, Tommy Chen, Jackson Williams.

With a wicked smile I’d seen her use on so many clients, she began undoing the zipper on my black slacks, but I grabbed her wrist to stop her. Shaking my head, I pulled her hand away. “You know the rules, baby,” I said the words softly, but I wanted to scream them. For years, my Dolls have been trying to get a piece of me. It had gotten to the point where I was now the ultimate challenge. Who could fuck Bane Rivera and survive? What can I say? I have a fucking reputation for dirty fucking sex that the women always came back for. “Get back on that dance floor and earn your tips.” Gesturing to the drink, I added, “Thanks for this.”

Does she truly believe she's worthy of my brother? Stella glanced at the trembling stripper and asked, "How much gambling debt do you owe?" The stripper froze. "O-Over three million dollars," he confessed. "And your creditor's contact information?" The male stripper quickly gave her the number. Stella saved the number in her phone, as she said, "Find an opportunity to slip that substance you used on me into Molly's drink and sleep with her. If you succeed..."

A place that smelled of work, work, work and not money. Maria’s building looked simple from the outside, but neat. No guards, no marble floors. Just quiet. I knocked softly. She opened the door after a few seconds, still wearing that same surprised expression she’d had the first time she saw me. “Mr De Rossi?” “Maria.” I nodded. “I tried to politely invite you to an exhibition I’m sure you’d love and you rejected it.” “Mr De Rossi, I..." “Why, little doll?” I cut in before she could finish. “Do you know how many women would’ve jumped at that?”

She's like the female boss in the clan, most people respects and fears her a lot "I missed you J," She said, smiling as she walked toward him, her boot making sounds as she walked She got to him and kissed his face "I saw the b*tch you brought, heard she's Harper's princess," Scarlett said Jaden nodded his head and she smiled "She looks like an innocent doll, how about I do some magic to her body," she asked and sat down on Jaden's lap "I don't care what you do to her Scarlett, I will end up killing her anyway," Jaden said and Scarlett smiled before roughly going for his lips, rubbing his d**k from his trouser at the same time.

Frustration built inside her, mixing with the restlessness she couldn’t shake. With an annoyed huff, she turned and walked out. If they weren’t interested then Fine. She’d find someone who was. *********** — Unknown Location — A figure stood at the edge of a tall building. Dressed in black leather, a jacket hanging over his shoulders with a symbol of two crossed guns at the back. Striker. The serial killer. Son of Luca— the current ruler of the Italian Mafia. His gaze was fixed through a high-tech AI camera, watching his target carefully.