Mobster Woman Novels & Stories

It happens every day, right? Mariella took off her sundress, and I could see why Enzo would cheat on his wife with this woman. She was impeccable. Tall and thin, with long, perfect limbs and dark skin. Her hair was dark brown, which fell down her shoulders to show off her beautiful features. I felt like a slob next to her. She reminded me of Katarzyna. What was it with these mobsters and their skinny mistresses? She looked at me. — Aren't you wearing a bikini?

"It's too dangerous for a woman like you to be wandering around in mob territory. I won't hold tonight against you. Just come back, and I'll give you whatever you want." I still didn't respond. As the night deepened, Harrison descended into a full-blown, indescribable panic. He frantically refreshed his banking system. The black card, its limit restored, showed no activity. He immediately cut into the estate's security network; the camera feeds showed I hadn't been back since the afternoon. A beautiful woman, publicly branded as a Moretti, stripped of her security, exposed and alone in dark alleys filled with junkies and rival gangs...

The two Mafia strategists were silent, Jonathan was busy with his mobile phone at the moment, while his wife was missing him. And Jonathan missed their hot night even more. Elsewhere, the tattoed man is enjoying his activities being spurred on by his 3 hired women. They are not ordinary women, they are high-class mercenary women. They are wealthy women. PLUCK! "Faster... Faster Bicht." He said irritably hitting the buttocks of the woman who was moving wildly on top of him. "Aaahhh! Babe... Ouhhh! Shhh!" The blonde woman sighed loudly as her breasts were squeezed hard by the man she was riding.

"It's not okay at all. I'm going to find the bastard who did it, and I'll kill him with my bare hands." "Please, Boris. You won't do anything foolish." The mobster doesn't listen to me, he turns around and goes to the phone. After a few minutes a man enters the room. "You sent for me?" "I want you to find out who ran over my wife. I will not allow them to hurt her." "It was no big deal." "That's for me to decide. You will do as I say." The security guard leaves the room and leaves us alone again. "You didn't have to."

That seemed impossible, to say the least, given the circumstances. A blonde, voluptuous woman stood at the door with a disdainful smile on her all too beautiful face. "Alexandra, how nice to see you. I didn't know you were accepting criminals living in your apartment." And of course that woman was Thabata.

explained Salina. "It's just that Kanaya likes to tease men. Just look at her now, she can look like this because she's the mistress of a rich man," Linda said with a smirk. "Watch your mouth, Linda! I am my husband's wife, and I am not a mistress like you said!" Kanaya's jaw tightened as she tried to hold back her anger. "Is it true that you are a mistress, Kanaya?" Freya asked with a curious expression. "Of course, she used to be poor, never had any pocket money, graduated from school and became an unemployed nobody. Until finally she chose to work in a brothel, and if she looks like this now, you all know where she came from."

People smiled, unaware that the woman they came to celebrate had just been left for dead by the man she trusted most. I pushed past waiters, guests, polite greetings. I couldn’t hear them. Couldn’t feel anything but the fury burning through my ribs. Then I saw her. Viviana. Standing alone on the second-floor balcony, wine glass in hand, red lips curled in amusement as she looked out at the city like she owned it. I didn’t hesitate. I stormed toward her, heels striking the marble like gunshots. She turned slowly, unfazed, as though she’d been expecting me.

Seeing Zac, standing like a Satan, appearing in the room, the woman shouted, "oh my god!" And was about to move away from Harvey, but Zac, dry, distant voice said, "Don't be afraid of me, finish whatever work is there." "No, I am finish!" Said the woman in a urgent tone. She felt like crying because the thing she was doing, she could not do it just because someone told her to do it. Besides, knowing it was another mafia she had seen in a party and heard a lot about him, she feared what they were going to do to her.

Christine was certain fierce tenacious grips of Scott's hands upon meeting. A step behind, the body of Ariana presses the knob of a door, initiating the unlocking of the door. The door swings open. A sliding touch from behind frightens her to near death. Her chest throbbed so hard on her chest. Behind her, a mono-eyed woman made a stance like a statue. Her face was full of hope and resuscitation of life. Sometimes in life, the next step is the solution to a problem when on a loose end.

"Call your boss. Inform him that Arsen Michelson is out here, waiting to see him. I'm sure he'd be thrilled to have me here." She sighed, looking irritated all of a sudden. "Well, if you're so close to him, see him at home. This is a business organization." She informed him, rolling her eyes. Arsen was half sure that this woman knew him or perhaps, his father and that if it was the period where his family was still loaded with cash, she would not hesitate to show him to Eron's office; herself. It made him even more pissed to see how they treated middle class and low class people, and she proved his point further by smiling so widely when an internet sensation walked in. She took out her iPho