Gangster Queen Novels & Stories

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.

A nasty man swung the stick in his hand and asked arrogantly, "Ms. Ferguson, whom do you want us to take care of this time?" A hint of malice flashed across Penelope's eyes as she said through gritted teeth, "I want you guys to take care of a bitch who doesn't know her place." Without further ado, Penelope took the few gangsters to the apartment where Queenie lived. Standing on Queenie's doorstep, Penelope raised her hand and started knocking hard on the door. She was not ladylike at all and looked like a shrew. "Queenie, open the door! "Hurry up and open the door!"

I glared at him and asked, “Why? I wasn't even in the city when this happened. Where is my wife?” “Mrs. Gambino was a fighter; she made sure that the people who came here today didn't do anything to your son, and she was able to take them down. She was stabbed, and she bleed a lot; it was a miracle she was able to call for help,” Brooks said. “I need to see them.” I demanded. “We have questions for you, Mr. Gambino.” Smith stated again, trying to show that he was the one with the power. But to me, he was just a little man.

“There will be no more chaos outside these gates.” He turned slowly, letting his gaze fall across the men and women gathered. "The act of attacking the Mafia Queen is heinous, especially given her situation. She is not only the wife of Nikolai Moretti, our previous Mafia king, but she is also carrying the heir of this gang. And that is not a matter of debate,” he said, sharply. “But if you seek answers, if your faith in leadership trembles… then come inside. Let us discuss this with dignity, like the rulers we are supposed to be.”

**** PRESENT "So we already had the information prior to this meeting, but we needed to calm everyone's nerves. Mason Xander... You had innocent people and your fellow Rosians murdered for your own greed... After Gray trusted you." "Gray Mctokins is dead! And there's nothing wrong with me being ambitious or wanting to be the leader." Reina glared at Mason and stabbed him in his arm, where the pain hadn't reached yet. "Arrgh! You bitch! Who do you think you are?" Reina chuckled and replied, "Oh, me? I'm Maximus Don's second living daughter, Ashlyn Don. It's nice to meet you in person, Scarface. I've heard tons of stories."

Alex "I don't want you to have a gun" she demanded and I fell silent. How can I not have a gun? I am the leader of my gang. It's my responsibility to keep my people safe. How's that possible without a gun? "I'll not force you, you know?" she said and I looked at her. She was close to me right now. "But if you really choose your gun, don't force me either" I didn't reply. I couldn't. It was such a difficult choice for me.

Other mafias obviously use it for other things that I won't mention right now. "What the fuck is she doing here?," Adrian growled out as he spotted me in between the two boys. "I'm here to get information out of someone. Something that you can't do," I told him. "I'm sorry," Dorian sighed out. "She blackmailed me." Adrian let out a sigh and grabbed my elbow. "You're going home," he mumbled angrily as he pulled me back towards the doors. "No," I told him. "Let me have a chance. I promise I'll get something out of him."

Ava: "Just give me the fucking paper." She bangs her fist on the table . Jake:"We always had our eyes on another girl but somehow we were not able to get her but now we don't have that issue so we want to sign her." Ava: "Who is the bitch ? " Oliver: "Ariadne , have you heard of her before." Ava: "She is always in between." Oliver:"She is a rising star." Ava:"Why do you want to sign her ? What is the problem with me ? Am I not pretty enough ?...... Or am I not talented.Do I wear fake hair ? "

"A fucking pain in the ass. Doesn't stop pushing any of my buttons." His fiancée was Moya Vitiello. The Italian Mafia psycho. Crazier than any of the dons in that regions. She's known as the Dead Queen. The batshit crazy woman who doesn't mind killing anyone. Dimitri told me about how their first meeting was her shooting her brother and wanting to kill her dad. She most definitely was crazy but in the long run I think she was the right match for Dimitri. Both were psychos. "will the big bad Dimitri fall in love for once?" I teased him.

I took another step forward, yanking her arms off so that she was close to me, " NO!! SIESTA IS LOYAL TO ME. They will never dare to turn their back against you. YOU WILL GO WITH ME." She snapped back, rage flashing in her eyes, " WHY SHOULD I LISTEN TO YOU ALWAYS? WHO ARE YOU?" I growled back, bringing our faces closer, " I AM THE DON. I KNOW BETTER THAN YOU." She questioned back, slapping her hand over my chest, " WHO AM I THEN? IF I LISTEN TO YOU ALWAYS, WHAT IS MY POSITION IN THIS GANG?" I replied, tugging her closer until there wasn't any space left between us, " YOU ARE MY QUEEN! They listen to me and I listen to you. I promise that if you don't like the deal, I will never approve it."