Gangster Doll Novels & Stories

Alexander I stopped the car when Jay, Charlie, and James surrounded it. They really wanna die. I came out of the car. "Who's she?" Charlie asked me. He is the leader of their so-called gang. "Does that matter to you?" I was not in the mood for any fight. "Oh? She's another slut of you I guess" That was it. I took out my gun and shot him in his chest. They were terrified. They thought I'd not carry a gun to school. They are really stupid.

Rhys stood towering over his trembling frame, eyes cold as the glaciers and jaw set in a hard line. The word constantly rang in his head. Gold-digger. The words rang in his head, and the need to kill intensified. All he could see was red. The gun between his fingers casually played with the trigger. Tick-tick.

15 Momma’s told me once or twice—and sometimes I remember—about the doll I had when I was really little. Samelsa. A name I made up myself. Mom says I wouldn’t stand for it when anyone dared mishear me and try to call her ‘Sam’. “Sam is a girl-name for hookers and strippers. Maybe waitresses,” she says. “I think you knew that, too. Even then. If people dared call your doll ‘Sam’ you’d give them the blackest evil eye. That look on your face! It was like a witchy old woman who’d just caught her neighbor’s dog peeing on her front porch.”

"You know, I'm a kind person, but that's just for people who are kind too. And I think that you're not a good one, right? Because you're a gangster! LIKE THE GANGSTER WHO TOOK THE LIFE OF MY FATHER! AND I WILL NEVER EVER FORGIVE YOU ALL. I HATE GANGSTERS!" She... She hates gangsters…What should I do?

I snickered, “With the smile I saw on him as he was walking with Lily into that building, I have a feeling that he prefers the other Lily.” I prefer the other Lily, I thought. “Whatever,” Lola said as she rolled her eyes. “We need to prepare you for another job. We won't be living off the money Sharpe and I made for the rest of our lives.” I stated. “There are basic things you need to learn when it comes to swindling people; you should be able to be anyone and be convincing about it.” “I can con people.” Lola replied, “I was raised on the streets and joined the mafia as soon as I was twenty-one.”

"But it doesn't hurt to try. If you'd given me a chance, I would've given them away. I would've done whatever you asked of me." His gun isn't on him. It's in the fucking cabinet beneath all that whiskey. "Don't tell me you fell in love with me." "Not in love, no," she says, getting close to him. Her lips are almost brushing his. T He gun is still lodged beneath his chin. He's helpless. There's nothing he can do. "In my book, being Damien Keller's mistress is a lot more lucrative than working for Ash Fucking Rockford." So he's the one who hired her? He isn't surprised. He's acting as the Huntington's wingman. "You're telling me all this freely. Why, are you going to kill me?"

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.

ly sweet tone then finishing up with a glare. He chuckled and said “see, cute”, I ignored him and said “so, when's my first job” I said with excitement “today” he said, and then he turned serious “are you okay with killing people” “of course but only if they were bad people, my blade of bullet won't be stained with the blood of the innocent” “sure, your first assignment is to kill Mr. Santiago” “ I've read about that man, he has been involved in a lot of cases most of which are child trafficking, drug trafficking, smuggling of weapons and a lot of other illegal activities. He's never been arrested because he covers his tracks, he also has a good number of judges, governors and bad cops in hi

I set the glasses on the bar and begin drying them one by one. "What if I wanted the doll to make my drink?" The man asked coldly. "She can't. It's against the law for someone without a liquor license to make alcoholic drinks in any establishment." Cass replied politely and began making the man's drink. "You work for the mafia and you're worried about upholding the law?" The man laughed. Mafia!? What the actual fuck did I just hear? Cass works for the mafia? "I'm afraid I dont know what you're talking about." Cass said nonchalantly. The mysterious man smirked and looked at me. Just as he was about to say something, Rafael and his guest came walking up behind him.

She pushed her finger on the buzzer. "Who is it? How may we help you?" some guard answers back right away. "I am Miss. Carter. I am here to be Evan's new nanny" Sawyer replies back into the speaker. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ No reply back. Suddenly she hears a buzzing noise. The large steel gates pull back, opening letting her on her way inside. She sees a large driveway that twisted and turned around the large home. She walked as quickly as she could move down the drive way. She takes her head phones out of her ears. She had been listing to music on her way to work that day. She turns off her cell phone. Then places it in her coat pocket. She looked over Donovan's large home. Was it four stories? Five?