Gangster Doll Novels & Stories

“No doll, what happens is that in this business you have to be aware of everything that happens and not only in the underworld, you have no idea, even now I am dealing with some prosecutors who want to put me back in jail for other crimes and I do not intend to go back to jail, I am trying to negotiate with them, although they do not want to accept any figure, I will have to change the metal, instead of offering them gold I will offer them lead, maybe that way I will make a dent.” “Don Missal is tenacious, but please tell me if you know who stole my jewelry.” “Oh, baby, we don't say steal, that word is offensive, let's say that I know who took your belongings, I heard it was Dr. D's gang, a

!" The boss roared with red eyes. Alex Brown nodded calmly: "Sure, as long as I see Keira ." "Let you find that girl, do I still have a chance to live?" The gangster suddenly laughed, his expression full of hatred: "You had to bring the police! Hmph, I can't live, that girl must also die!" In extreme fear, the gangster's spirit was close to collapse, and it would not do him any good to go on like this. Alex Brown eased his attitude and reassured: "I don't want to bring the police either, it's all their fault. Right now it's just you and me, so wouldn't it be nice to make a deal while we still can and then go our separate ways?" Can the deal continue? Alex Brown picked up the money box when t

He came back stronger, more powerful, and oofy than he already was and the feather in his cap was his criminal badge. Evelyn had never thought of Dylan becoming a Mafia and the worse part was that he wasn’t a simple gangster but the Mafia Lord of America. She was aware of the Night Stalkers. They were the most deadly and cynical criminal gangs but what was more terrifying was their leader. Each and every soul in America was cognizant of how ruthless and cunning he was.

You know you are one of ma paradise, shawty," he said, kissing my knuckles again. "One of?" "A lot of things make a gangster's paradise, baby. Money, guns, power, and his beautiful queen, which is you, baby." He said, kissing my knuckles again. My heart fluttered again. "I can't get the sex outta my head," he said. Me neither. "That the...." He coughed, making me furrow my brows. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. I think I got a little cold but I'll be fine. Nothing a smoke or two can't solve," he said, winking.

“He’s probably already fucking her so hard, making that slave moan in pleasure she never experienced before.” I laughed at that. It’s so smart of me to do that. A few days ago, I went to a brothel to hang around and enjoy myself. Unexpectedly, I bumped into that woman whose figure looked so similar to Della. I almost made a mistake when I first saw her back. What’s more surprising is that she’s an omega slave who’s in charge of cleaning… She’s Gianna, a woman who was abandoned by her pack for being hideous, the only advantage she had was her figure.

“We do robbery, kidnapping and dacoit for money. Sometimes, a special person from the gangster of Vento City gives us a big task in which we get good money as well. Four days ago, he came to us with a woman. She gave us a photograph of a woman and said that we will have to kidnap and bring her to a barren place to beat her to death. Until she dies, she should not be allowed to eat and drink and... This task was new for us, money was good that we think we won’t have to go to earn for a few months. We don't know who that woman is.” Yohan Dixon left the room with his hazardous aura and Assistant Nolan followed him back. … It was dawn. Yohan Dixon entered the October villa while unbuttoning his

What is he doing? “They said they’re already here?” he replied, unsure. Stan looked at all of us. It only means one thing. We need to be careful. Astra, no matter how good their intentions may be, is still a deadly group of the best female gangsters. Night Train glared at me. “We meet again, Stallion…” he said in a menacing tone. I smirked. “Good to know you can stand on your own feet now…” He gritted his teeth and was about to attack me when a dart with a yellow flag struck right in the middle of the two groups.

It was quite the numbing sight; everyone’s eyes were twitching frantically, terrified that they would somehow end up provoking these men. Riley’s gaze shifted toward the man standing in front. Her expression changed in an instant. “Boss Dart?!” “He’s Boss Dart!” Riley recognized that man. Boss Dart was one of the well-known Four Goliaths from the Hatchet Gang. Not only was he ruthless, but he was also a deranged pervert. It was said that his favorite thing to do was to break every single bone of a beautiful woman’s body. Simply put, dying would be better than ending up with him.

His eyes fixed on me across the room, dark as obsidian, inscrutable yet scorching. He grinned slowly but fatally. It was as if he already knew how this trial would end, viewing me merely as a delightful piece of entertainment to bring him there. I pushed my throat away from stiffening. My voice remained firm as I said, "The prosecution calls Agent Daniel Carter." Daniel stepped to the stand, the witness I had battled so hard to protect. He spent two years undercover in Maximo's empire. The man had seen it all—the weapons, the shipments, the corruption, and the bloodshed. He was my ace and my assurer.

He'd been in the mafia years ago, and the gold chain around his neck was as thick as a finger. Bianca thought she'd finally made it. Her Instagram was nothing but staged shots. One day she was showing off a Gucci bag, the next a BMW steering wheel, always with the caption "blessed". She was desperate to prove she'd made the right choice, hoping to reclaim her pathetic sense of superiority. Unfortunately, she'd just traded one hell for another.