Gangster Princess Drawings Novels & Stories

But thick and quiet like oil spreading through water. She reached into the drawer of her vanity. Beneath the perfumes and silk scarves, she’d hidden one thing that still felt hers. A sketchpad. She opened to a blank page. Picked up the pencil. And began. She drew a woman with her mouth sewn shut. A mask tied to her face with gold ribbons. A shadow of a man watching from behind a gilded cage. The pencil moved faster. Darker. Chains. A crown. A bed of roses with thorns pressed into flesh.

’ [Alpha Six, ready to take this fucking sadist Prince and his sick followers down Boss. When her men had learned of how sick and twisted Khalid was their hatred of him had grown exponentially, they were determined to bring him down and finish him for good regardless of the cost to themselves. Such evil could not be allowed to live in their world and if he dared to harm so much as a single hair on their little Mafia Princesses head his death would be slow and extremely painful.

Leo turned his drawing board to reveal a drawing of a calm lake. Daniela and the remaining three applauded him. Rocco showed his drawing next, which was a messy combination of red and black. They still applauded him. Alessio turned his drawing board. His drew a picture of four small boys running in a field. He was applauded. Killian turned to Matteo, the ring leader. “Your turn.” Matteo smiled and turned his drawing board. Killian rolled his eyes. As expected. Matteo drew a picture of a woman in a wedding dress, holding hands with four small boys in suits, and beside them was a stick figure of a man who looked like no effort was put into drawing him.

I scrambled to cover the drawing with my arms, my heart thundering. “Relax, Picasso,” Luca grinned. “You’re not in trouble.” Kael stepped in last, silently scanning the room. His eyes dropped to the paper under my hand. “Dude,” River said, brushing past me and yanking the drawing into the light before I could stop him. “This is insane. Who is this?” I went stiff. “It’s… just a character I made up.” Luca tilted his head. “A made up girl?” “She looks real though,” Alexander said, his voice low. “Too real.”

"And Jackie and the kids." He left the two of them, crossing the room to where Emma and Grant were sprawled on the floor in front of the windows, paper and crayons scattered all around. As he approached, they looked up from their drawings. "Scott, I drew a princess in a castle with snow all around." Emma held up her paper proudly. "That looks great, l'il bit," he smiled. "I'm drawing a race car with a stormtrooper driving it," Grant told him.

"Please accept this cash. It's an investment fund. Use it to hire better bodyguards for your wife when she inevitably runs away from us again." Silvio pulled a piece of paper from his own pocket, a childish drawing of a stick figure woman with curly hair and a visible, messy red dot on her shoulder, labeled 'MADS THE HERO' I could feel Adriano trying his best to muffle his laughter. "This is from us," he said, pushing the crayon drawing toward me. "It’s a certificate of bravery. We'll sign it. We're bad at feelings, but we acknowledge you're the most gangster person we know."

Just then, my princess, move but inches forward to the seven men that are watching her as they are trembling, “Now, I suggest that we all drop our guns and have a decent meal.” Then there is a clever ass mouth that feels the need to say something, “You are just a girl with a gun in her hand. Do you even know how to use that thing?” I watch as my princess only laughs and gives me a slight wink, then she turns back to him, “This girl is Cassandra Cummings, and my father, Joseph, I am sure if he could talk, he would tell you that I know exactly how to use this thing.” But if I think that would make the fool back down, he only but raises his gun higher and start to break out in a fit of uncontro

Like he was afraid the color might rub off. Or disappear. I pulled again. “Give it back.” “No.” I stared at him. “The drawing isn’t important.” “It was clearly made for me.” “Gabby makes seventeen drawings a day. Three of them are usually threats against the monarchy.” “This one is for me.” “Congratulations. You received an original artwork. Now return it before the value drops.” He released the edge I was holding. I had exactly half a second to feel victorious before he slid the paper toward himself, lifted it from the table, and opened his leather folder.

When Sky Foster aimed, Charlie was often the target, and she had the kind of accuracy that made people flinch before she even threw anything. Sky Foster. The fiery blonde with eyes so green they could probably stop hearts if she cared to look up long enough. She was not just sassy, she was a full blown hurricane in designer sneakers. Charlie secretly called her his princess. Ridiculous, really. She was not his. She would never be his. Because Sky Foster was the daughter of River Foster, the notorious Mafia boss who ran the Crimson Serpents with a smile sharp enough to cut glass. And Charlie. He was the hired help. The bodyguard assigned to keep her out of trouble, or at least to try.

I chuckle as I scoop her up and place her on my hip. “You excited, princess?” I ask her as she is taking in the main room with all the pink balloons and decorations. She claps her hands giggling as Boomer lays down at my feet. He is her protector. At first some of the men were unsure about him because of how he looks and his size, but he is a big softy with my girls. “Yeah, Rebel excited, party.” I chuckle at her as Ice and Blaze chuckle, too. They all love her. She is an MC and mafia princess. She always lights up the room and it is funny seeing my men being so gentle with her.