Gangster Queen นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

Lucian retorted from the other end. The two talked for some minutes more before the call ended. When Jessica turned around, she almost got a heartache. It was Alicia's assistant. The one who had walked up to Queenie and spoken rudely to her. "Seems you love snooping around." Jessica said with a frown. The assistant merely looked her over and walked past her. Jessica didn't bother herself with her and walked pack to the filming set. Queenie was already on set. In this movie, she was playing the role of Esther Watson, an orphan who got sold off by her uncle to a ruthless Russian drug lord.

I wasn’t in the mood, especially not after everything they’d done to me. I tried to walk past them. One of the minions shoved me back. The SASSY. Always loud, always desperate for attention. And judging by the way heads turned, they had it. “You don’t dare walk out on the queen,” their leader said smugly. “Queen?” I chuckled. “Oooh….you mean queen of gangsters, or queen of being a sore loser?” I laughed softly. Her eyes went wild. Her hand lifted. My glare stopped her cold.

I asked her if she had seen the mafia queen which was spoken of, but she said that she was yet to see her, but only heard that the mafia queen would be the one to separate us when we got the their destination. Many kids lost their lives these part days, some due to fear and some sickness. There was a certain kid called Carly , he had caught cold in the ship. We all begged for some medications for him , but no one answered. Two days later he gave up and was taken away. We had no clue how his body was disposed ,all we knew was that they came in and dragged his body away. " These men are beasts !" Doreen exclaimed. I asked her what she meant by that , and she explained how they had shot a certa

I died in a gown that cost more than most houses. Red silk. Diamond choker. A single bullet through the heart. The Moretti ballroom was still playing violins when I hit the marble. Crystal shattered around me. My consigliere stood over me, gun smoking. My husband watched from three steps away and didn’t move. Guests screamed and ran. The chandeliers kept swaying. “You’re too soft to run this family, Caterina,” he said. “Queens don’t hesitate.”

“Did you work for our rival or not? You stole information from us. Death is the punishment for that.” “I am sorry!” He whimpers on the floor. “Should we start with your fingers first? Slow hard, painful torture?” The woman laughs, her voice detached and emotionless. Everyone stares on, not even daring to say a word. She has earned this due to the amount of years she has spent here. She’s feared, she’s bold, she’s the mafia queen. She turns her head and we lock eyes. I give her a tiny nod and she sighs. Gesturing towards one huge tattooed man, she says. “Get this fucker out of here; I will deal with him later.”

It had dark wood, gold accents, crystal chandeliers, and the faint scent of cigar smoke and expensive perfume. At the end of the grand hallway, she waited. Isabella Moretti, the undisputed Queen of the Moretti Crime Family. Tall, elegant, and devastatingly beautiful in a tailored black suit that hugged her curves. Long raven hair cascaded down her back. Her sharp green eyes scanned my naked, rain-soaked, cum-stained body with cold hunger and dark amusement. “So this is the famous Lila Bennett,” she purred, her voice like velvet wrapped around steel. “The Club sold you to me as my personal trophy. A shared plaything for the entire family.”

"I will sue you! I will tell to your boss that you harassed me in order to sign those fucking papers!" "Oh, I can't believe this! The news about you is true! You are a casanova! Nastay musician who loves whore! Put it in your mind that I will never be one of your whores! I am not cheap!" Greg held her hand and pushed her inside the unit. She was shocked when Greg kissed her forehead. "You will never be a gangster when you are with me. Just trust me, we can work together with the song you wrote and the contract you signed to will only last for one year. After that, you are free."

I was The Ghost. That was what they called me in the mafia underworld. It was a name that was whispered with fear. A name I had earned through blood and fire. Kairo had trained me to be untouchable, ruthless and precise. And when the time came, I would make sure Richard and Jason Harlow paid for everything they had done. But first, I had to step into their world. A knock sounded at the door. “Miss Ruby, Don Siegel summons you!” A guard's voice came through.

The Russians are the interlopers in Boston. Before the rise of Roman, the old Pakhan, known for his drunken cruelty, couldn’t really be arsed about taking over the city. Roman is a different animal. He’s hungry, he’s ambitious and he has the means to make trouble for us. Gotta nip that in the bud and his sister is exactly the chip I need to do it. All I need is to get my hands on her.