Gangster Queen Novels & Stories

However Justin ignored her. "Are you stupid or something? You disturbed me in the middle of a photoshoot to tell me to buy you a pair of shoes?" Isabella yelled in anger. "I think it's time I send my men from the underworld to take care of you." Justin, who was unaffected by his sister's threat causally sipped his coffee. The same however couldn't be said for Jasmine. Everyone knew that Isabella Gerano Fraser was the wife to the Mafia king which made her the Mafia Queen.

You can see now how that got to me, right? I mean, I know that I am a spoiled brat but I worked for that! I am a fucking rich bitch and I accept that whole-heartedly. But no one is allowed to speak to me that way! I’m not just all talk. I actually know how to shut people up. I’m a fucking queen! Quite literally… I’m Mia Queen after all! “Are you serious, girl?” The girl asked in disbelief. “You just made the craziest and the toughest of the mafia men cry! How can you be bored?!” She frowned.

Just five masked men with guns and a room full of people who had never asked to be part of my war. Xander snorted, like he couldn’t help it. “But you are the mafia queen, guns can’t stop you. That’s one of the reasons I like you,” he breathed. “If you are scared, what do you want me to do? Where is the fearless, brave and stubborn queen I know? With the ‘I don’t give a shit’ aura? Because I don’t recognize this one next to me. We don’t need guns to stop them, just give me the word and we will work it. Like a te...”

Even her heels sounded like judgment on the floor, soft, precise, lethal. Matteo stood beside her, immaculate in black, his presence still commanding but tempered now, a shadow to her flame. He didn’t seem diminished, only deliberate. He raised his glass first, but when the cameras flashed, it was her name they chanted. Donna Bianca Ashford. The Queen of New York. The sole ruler of the Romano Empire.

I just felt angry at both of them. I was looking at them while they looked at each other and then had a evil smirk on their lips. I gulped. "So, this bitch admits that we are no saints, right?" Greta chuckled. "She just did. And she herself admitted that she's no innocent puppy," Spider responded. "She wants to be known as Flamingo, Queen of Demon, right?" Greta responded, looking at me. "So, why don't she gets the treatment, a queen gets when she's on the mercy of her deadliest rival," Spider chuckled.

DARANA “Don't forget Rana, your main focus should be on Caliste Titterington and nothing else. We can't afford to mess this up”. Gemma’s firm voice filtered through the invisible Bluetooth device in my ear. “Got it” I muttered as my eyes scanned the crowd for the woman in particular. She was standing at the center in a green glittering dress that was hard to miss. Caliste Titterington. Queen of the Titterington empire as people liked to call her. Our latest victim.

But Estella had understood her intentions and didn’t drag it any further replying, “WHATEVER YOU WANT.” “Think once before you say that, Queen. I may ask something, which you won’t be able to give me.” She said all the words one by one, trying to scare the soul out of Estella, who didn’t even flinch. But Valor surely was. Up to this moment, he wasn’t aware of Estella being the Queen. He though of getting caught off between two women, both looked badass, one was a Witch, and the other a snake… No, Correction, Snake Queen. Shiver ran down his spine.

The family of Gina refused to believe their daughter was doing drugs and blamed it on her close friend, who happened to be her agent, Elcilia Kent. As such, Elcilia was kicked out of Hollywood, with no one wanting to hire her after that tragic incident. The company label dropped her ass, and she moved from Starbucks to another place until she met a boyfriend named Louis Joey, who had a gambling obsession. He taught her how to play, and she got hooked on it. In a few years, she became known as the poker queen. This attention brought about jealousy from Louis, so he set her up and she became wanted by the biggest mafia in New York, Franco Colombo.

When I’m not. These women probably ran the whole supernatural world. While the men were always roaring and yelling in each other’s face about who is who. I know women are the key players in that game of chess. If the queen is protected. Everything is going well and you can make great moves. And when shit goes south, the queen protects the king. I’m guessing this is where you get your warriors and foot soldiers for protection. “The one and only,” Daciana smirks proudly. “Wait, I have heard that he was with someone. The daughter of that small pack’s alpha.” She stares at me with widened eyes. “It makes sense now. I have never seen someone as pretty as her.”

"I am the girl you will seek at the request of Mr. Alfred Zeroun Mendrick. Laura Valerie Alexander." But still. The woman's sharp gaze didn't change at all. Even though Laura had already said who she really was. Laura smile evilly and then walked around the woman as she continued to speak. "I'm sure you know who I am. I am the Son of Mr. Aric Alexander. The most feared head of the American Mafia and Damian Mendrick's greatest enemy. And you, you know that, don't you?" "Why are you tying me up like this? You want to kill me because I interfered in your dealings with Mr Alfred and his family? Is that what you want to do?" asked the woman named Zena Mikayla while continuing to stare intently.