Gangster's Girlfriend Novels & Stories

"He has a girlfriend." The words escaped my mouth without my permission. My eyes widened in realization when the waitress turned to look at me, embarrassed, and her eyes filled with genuine regret. But Silas was a completely different case. He was enjoying my plight. His lips stretched in a smirk, leaning back, taking a sip of his mineral water. "She is telling the truth. My girlfriend is very territorial, Miss..... Bethany." Silas replied, his eyes boring into mine dangerously, almost unveiling me, exposing me.

I slowly turn toward him. “Eric, I don’t know what the fuck your issue is, but I’m gonna say this one time and one time only because I never wanna see your face again.” His expression changes immediately. “She is my girlfriend. Mine. She is not some prostitute. She’s not some OnlyFans girl. She will never fucking be in your stratosphere.” I step closer. “So get the fuck outta my face before you see the Chicago come outta me and I give you a South Side ass whooping.”

Is he a mafian, don? “No, Carlos Meyer, not Carlos Gotti.” “Oh my God, newbie.” “Is Carlos Meyer?” "Ok, boss,” he answered before looking at me, and I politely said hello. "Boss, your dinner date with your girlfriend has been scheduled.” Oh my God, he has a girlfriend friend. I thought I stood a chance with him, I thought to myself. The air suddenly became so tense, and for a spit of seconds I couldn't breathe. “I will like you to do something for me,” he said, turning his attention to me.

Every head turned. He stared straight at me, his eyes wild, almost unhinged. "Hannah, you're my girlfriend! We were together for five years. How can you just marry someone else, like it means nothing? I know you're just mad at me. I'll change, I swear. I've already cut Ayla off. I don't even talk to those guys anymore. Let's go home, okay?" He was breathing hard, reaching for me. Easton stepped in front of him, blocking him without hesitation.

“Well, first, you’re not one of the wives.” I snort. “Tell them that.” “Trust me, they know.” Gianna turns me to the mirror. “But the boss’ girlfriend ranks above any actual wife. If you were a mistress… Well, that’d be different. We wouldn’t be out in public shopping with Dante’s credit card, that’s for sure.” I roll my eyes to the ceiling and groan. “How did I go from boss to boss’ girlfriend in a week?”

"Come on, gorgeous. Have some fun with us." Gabriella said, "Go away." "Bitch!" The gangster behind her lost his patience. He grabbed her hair angrily and pulled her backward. Gabriella let out a cry and stumbled back. She then lost her balance and fell to the ground. The gangster's lust was evident as he held her hair and continued to drag her backward. Suddenly, someone came around the corner. He kicked the gangster's back, causing him to stumble. The rest of them immediately stepped back. The head looked at the person warily.

he threatened. Natasha looked back and saw our altercation. She held my arm and leaned on my shoulder and with the sweetest voice, she asked, “Is there a problem, babe?” I smiled and decided it was best to settle this without causing a scene. “She is my girlfriend, not some girl I am here to hunt,” I told the hefty guy. “Tell your boss she is mine. There are a lot of single girls around. Surely your boss will find someone else he likes.” “You dimwit!” The hefty guy exclaimed angrily. “You really want to die, don't you?”

Of course, I am not so petty to ask Pierre to disrespect his superior. "Sure, I'll wait here." Pierre nodded and went out. After a few minutes, I peeked through the tent's door and observed Pierre from a distance out of curiosity. He's talking with a beautiful curvy woman who's about 30. Pierre seems pretty normal, but the woman is staring at Pierre's body and face with lust. I should've asked him to change his tank top, tsk. If I am not mistaken, Greta is supposed to be the Mafia boss' girlfriend, right? Then, why is that leech fancying Pierre?

So, she slowly retracted her eyes that were instantly lit up and looking at the girl, pretending to be an expression of scrutiny and approval, and asked another question: "So, you went home with him two days ago. Did you go to receive the guest, or to get prepared?" "Get ready." Seemingly getting a little comfort from her eyes, the girl's voice became more stable. Maya nodded: "Who is the guest?" The girl tried her best to recall: "Torrent Dunn, he told me, the third in command of Consortio, the biggest gangster in the city. He told me ‘no questions, and just play the role’." This is it! It seems that this Torrent Dunn, the third boss of the gangster, is the key to Jason's divorce.

his grey eyes show nothing but anger. We arrive at the docks. We file out of the car. Both Angelica and her accomplice are tied up kneeling on the cold hard cement. I smile walking up to them. “It’s an honor gentleman…” She smiles right back at me. "Burn her fingertips back sure there’s no fingerprint left…" I order looking her right in the eye. She tilts her head looking at her brother. “You know Dre you’ve got yourself a cute little wife. A bit of an airhead. She’s too naïve to be a wife of the head of the mafia’s right-hand man though.” She teases.