Mobster Woman Novels & Stories

"You thought you could run from me, Vivienne?" Draven growled, his hand pulling my hair back to force my eyes onto his. A hard shiver ran through me as he pinned my hands above my head on the silk sheets, his heavy body trapping me underneath him. "Draven... please..." "Beg me," he demanded, his lips touching my neck as his hand slid up my thigh. "Beg me to forgive you." "Please," I gasped, completely helpless under his touch. "Good girl," he whispered, his dark eyes filled with cold control. "You owe me five million dollars, Vivienne. And you're going to pay back every single cent on your knees." ……………………………………….. Vivienne thought she had successfully escaped Draven five years

Jerry spoke and placed the details in my front. I couldn't believe that a woman was on that motorcycle, but what cannot happen these days? I looked at the information on the table. The woman I saw smiling back at the camera does not look like a killer or someone who could try such a stunt. But those things are not always written on the face. “Did you get information about this woman?” “Information we got is that she lives at Santa Monica in a small apartment near the beach. Stays alone and keeps mostly to herself.”

When she finally heard about it, she understood that it was the most sensible thing she had ever heard from a criminal because no one investigates the disappearance of a bootlegger, prostitute, or addict. “Listen Alicia, I'm not in the mood for your craziness today! I don't want to throw you out of that window, so get out of here. “Is anyone else here?” she asked, totally ignoring the man who still had the door open like a fool. “I don't want to take down six-foot brutes anymore. The woman massaged her shoulder, trying to ease a nagging pain that had kicked in after she took a few blows before she got there.

The inside was much more elegant than the outside, there was a white staircase in the middle of the room, it was really beautiful, I think it had little diamonds on the railing. "Where the hell are we?" I asked Caleb who was next to me. — A friend, she is an Italian mobster. Oh great. More bad. — Wow, wow — a woman comes down the stairs, she had dark and shiny hair, and was dressed in black pants with belts on the legs and on the hip, where she had hooked knives, razors and pistols—, what are you doing here, guys ? I thought I made it clear to them that I didn't want them back in my house.

She sees me trembling on the floor with my dress in tatters and laughs. “Die mafia-Schlampe.” "The Mob Bitch." “That's me.” I answer bravely. The woman snorts. "I hope you have that same smile when he's ripping you apart." everyone behind her scoffs. I get up from the floor, straighten my dress and face her. “And I hope you're still arrogant when Sabrina slits you open alive.” The woman erases her smile. I hear applause from someone, everyone looks at each other and I smile when I see Sabrina leaving the mansion with a group of men at his side.

“You were so busy being delusional that you couldn’t even see what was standing right in front of you! Jesus, you’re acting like I stole him from you when that is far from the truth. How could I have stolen him from you when he was never yours to begin with?” This enrages her. “And you think he’s yours? Do you honestly think that a man like him could even look at someone like you? You have no goals, no dreams, no damn prospects. Hell, you’ve never even picked up a book! You run toward anything that’s vain and pointless, like drinking and partying with your equally stupid friends, and cower away from anything that involves intelligence! Do you think that you’re the kind of woman that any man

I listened in on the whole conversation. The great Miliani Hwang is just a broken girl under that tuff exterior. I've seen my men shudder at her name. I've seen my victims kill themselves trying to escape her wrath. She is ruthless but yet still so innocent, having never taken a life with her own hands.

"Yeah. I promised to show up today, remember?" The mayor nodded, "I understand Luca is unrelenting in finding this woman who I'm still trying to gather information about. She is not existing, there's nothing about her in the global database. I'm curious to know who she is and her connection with the underboss" Daniel replied to him, "I believe she is connected to the mafia, the lady took me down easily the last time and does not even fear a gun to her face. She is not a regular woman and I think she is not with Luca. He had to drug her the other time. I think the two are in conflict. I can keep an eye on him if you want "

Even though the girl had friends, she went to college, went out, but I never saw her with anyone, until one day, I discovered that she was actually lonely, the woman in question, I saw my mother having sex with her biggest client, that old, muscular, Russian mobster, in the small office where she works, the woman organized the assassins and other pleasure agents of the city, at home, at a time when she thought I was sleeping, if it wasn't her father, it would be some men who during sex, after the girl witnessed that her mother, stabbed one of the enemy mobsters on her father's orders, at the end of sex. The office was the favorite place to rip out the hearts, loves and lives of his enemies,

I muttered and dropped the phone, making my way out of the room. On my way to where Dragon was waiting with the car, I came across a lady who was glaring daggers at me. I wanted to ignore her, but my curiosity got the best of me. I stopped to look at her, while she kept glaring at me. “ What? Do you know me?” I asked and she hissed. “ I guess you're one of his bitches, aren't you?” The lady stepped closer, her hands folded under her chest. From the way she look and sound, she wasn't just a lady. She is part of the mobsters in Cassius clan, I'm sure of it.