Mobster Woman Novels & Stories

A woman in the cell room snapped, glaring hatefully at Mia. Mia didn't listen to her snide comment nor did she think about it as she kept screaming for the man that made her take a fall for a crime she knew nothing about. “I can't believe that I got to see the ruthless Mafia queen of the underworld before I'm sentenced. Guess the heavens is a bit gracious to me for that,” another woman said, laughing loudly and showing off the gold teeth she had on. “Hey, Maria, is she truly the underworld Mafia Queen everyone has been searching for?" A woman beside her asked.

Hit something solid, not be smothered in endless blackness. “I don’t know what you people are talking about,” said the woman on the floor. She had her youngest cradled in her arms. “I’ve never seen any of you before.” Yes, I hit a woman, but this was different. She was a monster. A mother of monsters. I was nothing like her. I’d even checked she wasn’t pregnant before punching her in the stomach. Was that what a monster would do? I felt drained, ready to collapse. “Well, I’ve met you, and you killed me.”

As they passed the room quiets down and people began to focus more on the mafia lord and his hands holding the strange woman as they gossiped. This was what melissa wanted to avoid, she didn't want to be known further than she already was. she didn't want any of the attention she was getting from the crowd and from the williams. Having The feeling and plan to run soon, it would be a slap on the face to get caught by someone from her. "Who is that woman?". "She is acting like she is his wife or something" the irritation in the voice literally made Melissa cringe. "She must be another one of his whores". A Karen looking lady said with an ugly scrow on her face. Her make up didn't do justice, i

The next sunrise, Lucia and I went to the cemetery, she was as curious I was to know whether Isabel actually dead or if this was some kind of shitty game. "Good morning, we are here to check on a body". I met the man standing behind the front counter. They were other people who had come to speak with their dead loved once... "Good morning, beautiful ladies, and may I know the name of the body you've come to see this morning?"... He opened his register, waiting for us to speak.. "Her name is, Isabel, she's a mafia leader and an aunt to Corey White". I described the lady to him inculding mentioning my husband's name..

" A Mafia? She questioned silently to herself. No wonder he was always so scary and intimidating. She knew little about Mafia's but with the little she knows,she was still willing to continue. She cared less about his work or who he really is and only wanted to love the remaining of her live doing exactly all what she wants and had always wished to do. She was already imagining the outcome of what she was about getting herself into, and though she had imagined a really dangerous future but this man standing right in front of her was the man she had been looking for after hearing about her illness. A man who doesn't love. She bit her lower lips and sighed before giving him an answer. "I'm wil

And even in the shadier areas of the city, a studio apartment runs for half of what I make per month as a maid. A dark-skinned woman with tight curly hair and heavy mascara stands in the corner of the studio apartment I am touring with her arms crossed tightly over her chest, looking as though she is doing her best not to touch anything. I can't blame her. The yellowing tile floors are sticky with an unknown substance, the carpet has misshapen stains around the corners of the room that look like water damage or blood, and when I open the single cabinet in the bathroom, I find a roach belly-up inside. It shows how desperate I am that the fact that it is dead gives me great solace. Maybe it me

At Ocean Sky Hotel, a woman in a dress stood on stage in the second floor banquet hall. She appeared to be in her thirties and had silky smooth hair and luscious red lips. With her smoking pipe, she projected both intelligence and charm. Below stage were a group of off-state bigwigs, whispering among each other. After all, the woman was Moxxi, the woman BM Group had sent to this town to avenge the death of Mary. An infamous investor in Wall Street, she was alleged to have gang ties, and those in the business knew her for her ruthless ways.

I bought some food on my way to the apartment to make dinner for the two of us, I intend to try to make my mom’s lasagna that she made in every birthday so we don’t miss her as much today. I walk into the apartment to find it messier than before. The place looks disgusting and Eddie is not here. I try to call him on his cellphone, but, as he has done every time I called him today, Eddie sends me to voicemail. I start to get worried. I haven’t spoken to him in days. I go to the apartment next door, where a lovely old lady called Mrs. Williams lives, and knock on the door. “Hi, dear! I haven’t seen you around in days! How are you?” She greets me with a smile.

This act disturbed the ladies in the cell, as they were trying to sleep. One of them named Moab, who was also the leader of the gang sat up with an angry face. “What the hell is this bitch doing?” She growled an ugly shade of red marked her already disfigured face. One side of Moab’s hair was shaved, one could see that she was an abnormal lady. She stood and walked to Madine. Without saying a word, she slammed Madine’s back. “What the hell are you doing, disrupting my sleep!” She growled, shaking the bottle of gin in her hand.

These fuckers were laughing and acting like a fool an hour ago. “You better fucking let me go, Armani, or I will fucking kill you. I’m not a weak or meek woman; my father raised me to be a fighter, mother fucker. And to put your heart at ease I’m not here because I want to. Tvoy -psikhopat byl tem, kto zastavil menya. YA ne ch’ya-to shlyukha. YA grebanaya mafiozi, kak i ty.” “Your psychopath friend was the one who made me. I am no one’s whore. I am a fucking mafia woman just like you.”