Gangster Queen Novels & Stories

I raise my voice slightly while he trembles. "It's a Mafia case! Your specialty." He snaps back earning a scrowl from me. "Even though..." I trail off running my fingers through my hair in annoyance. I can't even get some rest?! I needed a fucking vacation! "I'm sure you'd like this case. It involves the famous Mafia Queen." He pressed on and my ears perk up at the sentence. "You mean Arianna?" "Yes." Arianna Romano. The deadliest and the most terrifying woman in the whole of America. She's so mysterious no one has ever seen her face. Be it covering up with a veil or wearing a mask, she makes sure her identity is hidden whenever she's out killing people.

It's better this way. "Anyway, I have a suggestion of how you should find this Queen" He changes the subject and I relax a bit. I grab my glass of water from the table and drain the damn whole thing in one go. Fuck. I hate thinking about it. "Tell me" I mumble giving him my attention. "You have heard of the underworld queen, yeah?" he smirks, raising his eyebrows and I nod. "Of course, everyone in the business has heard about her,"

The club was only dimly lit, the air thick with the reek of alcohol and despair. It was the kind where handshakes sealed deals and were broken by gunfire. I sat in the quiet booth, whiskey in front of me, back to the wall. I waited. For her. Fiorella D'Angelo. The so-called queen of her father's empire. I'd spent the day wondering whether she'd be even remotely the woman people described. The mafia had a reputation for exaggeration, making men monsters, women mythical legends that people couldn't even touch. Most of the time, that's just what they were, exaggerated tales.

, I begin. "Fuck, he sounds hot." Adele groans and flattens herself on the bed. I stare off to the side before sighing, "He is, very much so," I respond. "So, who exactly is he? Is he a student at our school or someone you met on a job?" Before I say anything, I glance at her. "He's the next leader of the Italian Mafia." She gasps and sits up straight, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh god, he's bound to be a fucking king in the sheets."

Gerald and queen sat at the visit center waiting for news about scarlet and Dennis. "Hey.." gerald broke the longtime awkward silence between them. Queen turn to face him. "You still haven't told me who you are and how the crap you related to Rebecca." He rasp. Queen gazed at him and stared off "I'm queen" she replied with truth since there's really no reason to fake a name. "And scarlet, she's my friend" "So you mean you are in the same gang with her?" "Yeah, obviously." She shrug, rolling her eyes.

“Everybody shut the fuckup. I don't want to hear shit“ she stated as she dragged her cigar. “Black“ she called on one of the strippers “Check on every possible place in this damn club and do not stop till you find her” “Yes ma'am” he replied. “All of you get your sorry ass out of here and bring my cousin to me” she said with a hand gesture to some other male trippers. Indeed Queen was referred to as the boss lady for a reason. Because the way those grown-ass strippers ran out of her sight at her command, it was no joke. I just hissed, shook my head and smiled. The said missing person was just enjoying minutes ago while some innocent people were being abused.

Simone winked at the last part. Shanzy shook her head, but she didn't dare to laugh or smile, because that was against rules. Mrs Peter's or popularly known as the Queen of the Cosmetic Brands was surely a name that was famous across the foreign lands. Now when she had Fame, then surely, she was bound to be triggered by fake investors and the case was no different this time when one of the sharp sheep of Vienna got her new property papers through illegal means, creating chaos for her. And the lady found herself at the mercy of the Mafia Girl who was certainly interested in the deal.

“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.”

...Trinity POV... Everything is happening so fast now. I only have but just met Colton, and we have already been through so much together. Just a few days ago, I was a normal woman, and now, as crazy as it does sound, I am set to become what men in Colton's world call a Mafia Queen. Do I know what I am doing? Not the slightest bit at all, but with Colton by my side, I shall be able to set my mind to do what it is to what I wish it would be doing.

Poor girl looking like she will cry any moment. "This is not fair. You are our queen. It has never happened in the history of Mafia. A queen is cleaning floor? No. I can't let this happen. I am your personal maid. I am responsible for all your needs and if some one tells you to do some work, you can order me to do that. My whole life is dedicated just for you my Queen. Please let me do this" She keeps telling me this that her life is dedicated to me. It feels really wrong.