Gangster Doll Novels & Stories

The gangster lit a cigarette, took a puff, and blew a smoke ring towards the air. "B*tch, don't you know what you have done and who you have offended?" He laughed devilishly and stretched out his hands to pinch her chin fiercely. "I'm warning you, be honest and cooperate with me, or I'll r*pe you and kill you, and you'll have a tragic end." The temperature in the air suddenly dropped, and Liya felt cold all over. She trembled and asked, "Are you sent here by the Jones Group?" The gangster gave a cold snort and glanced at her. "You're reaping what you sowed. Be obedient and cooperate with me if you don't want to suffer much."

DJ announced cheerfully. Van Dough then ordered Cooper and the rest of the men to collect the notes of money from the floor. "You see, this is what happens when you are on the hit list." Doll said to Amelia who replied, "aren't you guys?" "Jewel is the first and the oldest stripper of this club. Nobody can replace her." Doll said. "C'mon let's take you to meet my clients." Doll took her to the sofa bar where three men were sitting, strippers on their laps.

"They are done talking. They mean to kill you." Doll bit down on the ear of the Tawny from the gas station, intending to rip it off if need be. He also tried to choke him but his wrist reminded him this act of passion was ill-advised. Vulnerable from the jolt of pain from his injury, Doll was flipped over the Tawny's head. Hitting the ground on his back, Doll saw stars. He heard Hades growling at his attackers, telling them to stay the fuck away from his no-fur. The Soot-walker was signing his own death warrant by claiming Doll as his. Forget not taking the money, he was risking his neck by telling what were essentially mob hit-toms that he was stealing Gran's property.

With an arrogant attitude Dora threw $ 500 for the bitch who had 3 hours served his very well and satisfactorily. Getting that much money, the bitch looks so happy, she even wants to kiss Dollan as a thank you but the man refuses and tells the bitch to get away from her face with a disgusting face. Actually the bitch didn't feel like seeing that face but she couldn't do anything but accept it and then the prostitute left. After making love, Dollan feels that his body is fresher than before, at least this is one way that makes him better. The man slept on the bed, supporting his head with both hands.

"the gangsters?" "Gangsters?" Mike question. Clara realized what she said. "I'm sorry, I guess he still doesn't know. Anyway, I'm tired of protecting you, you know that." "I'm not one of then anymore after my mother died," I answered. "Besides, I didn't kill anyone," "Yet you did crimes, idiot. I can arrest you right now," "I'll surrender myself once I'm finished. I promise," I looked at her eyes. "You know I'm a man of promise,"

GANGSTER #1: "Well, we are not hiring anyone new here in town. And as you can see, you're stepping on our turf. So you're going to have to pay our nominal fee if you want to make it out of here alive. It's simple, just hand over the girl and no one gets hurt. You can understand that right? Dantzler: "Okay...I tried to do this nicely." (He puts the stack of flyers he was carrying into the messanger bag slung over his shoulder and places the bag down on the ground. He gets himself low to the ground; similar to that of a wolf ready to hunt.)

“Hmm. So, It’s a beautiful memory, I guess.” “Not exactly. I was the one who made her orphan.”, Neither Arbaaz asked anything after that, nor I narrated anything. I don’t know whether my doll has suffered any memory loss, which is almost impossible because according to the doctor there is no damage to her head. I think it is confirmed just because she was a child then, that’s why she has forgotten that incident, but someday, someday it will surely trigger her. . . I wonder how I will ask her for a date? ‘Hi, I am Vyom Grover, Eastern India's most feared and ruthless Mob Boss, oh and I also murdered your family, do you fancy a drink?’

He laughed and turned around, "I asked for a Princess, not a fvcking clown" "Maybe you got the wrong person" I announced and he clicked his tongue. "Nay.... You're the right one..." "What do you want with me? Who are you?" I was losing my patience already. One minute I was on my way home and another, I'd been taken by some unknown skull-faced gangsters. The young man took a step closer to me and adjusted his biker's jacket, "Since you asked... I'm Gerald Anderson... Acting Don of the Eastern Gang"

She'd played meek and sickly the whole ride—Aria skipped the fists, sparing her the worst. Door banged open; three guys stormed in. Ringleader sported a nasty scar slashing his face. He grinned sudden, flashing a grill of yellow-black stubs. Girls shrank instant, whimpers kicking up low. "Easy now—I'm here to hook you up with sweet gigs. Room and board, fat paychecks." "Bullshit! You're trafficking—it's a crime." A woman in black sweats, chestnut crop cut, shot bolt upright, voice cracking like a whip.

When asked this. "Is that just the name Ely?" When it refers to the woman with her back turned while carrying a flower. "Yes Ely, I'm sorry huh? He's just really like that, rude." He even approached her and squatted down to whisper. "That's Tondo's gangster." She said and Lucy laughed. "Really? Not obvious." He said this and went back to his motor. The handsome smile on his face because of what he found out did not go away. "Gangster of Tondo? You changed my place." he looked at the girl again and she looked at him badly. Lucifer decided to drive a motorbike to get to Amira's grave.