Gangster Doll Novels & Stories

Twelve years her senior, he still treats her as if she’s wearing diapers and clutching a teddy bear. "Any man who comes near you will get beaten up by us," Slye adds, flashing a grin that belongs on a villain in a cheap action movie. He cracks his knuckles for emphasis, the sound echoing in the large hall. "No one will court you without going through the three of us first," Stryker chimes in, puffing out his chest. He stands with his legs spread, chin raised, daring any imaginary suitor to step forward and challenge the gauntlet.

Her glasses were crooked. I recognized her. Newbie. Transferred in last week. "Please," she whispered. "I didn't do anything—" "Didn't do anything?" The hottest guy—Dagrel, I'd heard someone call him—stood up slowly. He was tall, built like a fighter, with cold eyes and a cruel smirk. "You walked past us without bowing. That's disrespect." "I—I didn't know—" "Now you know." He raised his hand. And slapped her across the face.

She manages to deceive him for a whole year until her cup finally gets filled. After four months he goes to a nightclub and brings back a lady. They do their thing and the lady leaves the next day. Bella, as usual, goes to kill her. She has no idea the lady is the daughter of one of the deadliest mafia bosses in Italy. Killing her isn't easy because she fights so well, but Bella still manages to get her down. She is about to leave the place only to come face to face with Conrald and his men. Before she can say a word, gunmen pull up and finish off nearly all of Conrald's men whom he brought along.

I tried to console him, “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? It’s alright. We can always go back to the temple and get you another one.” “No! The doll and I are connected! I can feel what happens to it!” “Connected?” I cleared my throat, “Just because you’re handsome doesn’t mean I’ll believe everything that comes out of your mouth, dude.” “No! You don’t get it! I can actually feel everything that’s done to the doll!” I smiled and calmed myself before replying, “I told you the doll was weird, didn’t I? So, what happened to it?” “I gave it away. I gave it to one of the more handsome ones when we were at the park yesterday.”

My fingers tighten around the phone as I stare at her message, trying to make sense of it. She’s scared. Or maybe ashamed. Maybe both. She shouldn't be, not after the nights we've spent together. So that’s it? - Liam I type, my frustration seeping through. You don’t want to be seen with me because of what I do?” - Liam Her response is instant this time. I don’t hang out with boys like you, Liam. I don’t get involved with... gangsters. -Liam The word stings more than I care to admit. Gangster. I know what I am, I’m not naive about it, but hearing it from her? That’s different.

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.

I regret everything I did to him. “Revenge? This is how you take revenge? Capture a woman and use her as a bet? Be a man and fight me, but let my wife go. She hasn’t done anything to you. Let her leave,” Dylan said. “Let her go just like that? She has to pay for your deeds.” The gangster signalled his men, and two stood on either side of Dylan with guns. The gangster sat on the chair, surrounded by several chairs. “Come on, start the show. We can’t wait any longer,” Alex gestured.

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.”