Mobster Woman Novels & Stories

" answered Freya timidly, as she adjusted the winter jacket, then she nervously shifted a little bit leftward from the woman. She looked at her a second time, she has a star tattooed on the left side of her neck. But she couldnt help saying any word to her as she rarely focus her gaze at her. "Relax...this is just the little way I do keep my old body warm from the winter atmosphere." she told Freya. Who was staring at her motionless trying not to talk about the cigar. The old lady was wearing a beige skirt and a dark brown sweater inner. Her face was freshly scrubbed, her lipstick unmarred, her hairdo neatly combed. And there was a little moment, then, when nothing made sense; the whole thin

is not for that Nicolas, of course she doesn't hate you, she must just be hurt ____" She told me this looking into my eyes.. ___" but what did you do to make her tell you these things? ____ "DON'T you remember she overheard me saying she was the mob boss? ___" but she didn't know? ___ "no, the only thing I told her was that he was a dangerous guy and not that I was a bloodthirsty, sadistic mobster. ___ "And she doesn't accept her lifestyle.. ___" Exactly, for Amy I'm a disgusting monster...

Madden is inside. His hands are soiled with clay as he brought an image to life. This time, the image he's moulding is right in front of him. It's one of the female mobsters, and she's naked. She sat on a couch, spreading her legs wide in front of him and smiling proudly as he moulded her nakedness. "I'm glad i got to be your model for tonight," she sheepishly said. She might be freezing with the excess AC blowing, but being here is her greatest achievement.

"I've had enough of them for a good while." I could see how fed up she was. Curious and realizing I could get the scoop from her, I set my tablet down and faced her fully. "Are they really 'mobsters'?" I asked. She smiled widely, her bright white teeth a contrast against her dark skin. "Oh, Estina..." She patted my hand, almost maternal about it. "You're so sheltered and naïve." I furrowed my brow, hating that claim. "Perhaps I am a bit unfamiliar with the crime scene endemic to this city but⁠—"

Initially, the items on auction were all old and mundane, but soon the focus shifted to three women. They appeared on stage naked, their faces covered by sacks. They couldn't stand up, giving the impression that they were under the influence of drugs. To the right stood a woman with curly brown hair, a healthy chest, and light brown skin. In the center is a woman with straight black hair, fair skin, a smaller chest, and a slender body. The final woman has short hair, a generous chest, and exudes undeniable allure, possessing an allure that seemed to have it all.

Her face was marred by an ugly scar, and her plain clothing suggested she wasn't from a wealthy family. Mason ordered, "Take the gag out of her mouth." Kyle stepped forward to obey. "Who are you?" Mason asked. The woman glared at Mason with an expression full of hatred. "I'm someone who wants you dead! That's right. That explosion back then was my doing! But the person I wanted to kill was you! Who knew you were such a coward and would hide away?" Kyle shot a sideways glance at the woman. "Mr. Hunt, this woman was a mistress of a liquor company owner. That company went bankrupt just before the explosion."

I latch onto her wrist, gripping the knife tightly as I stare into the only visible part of her—piercing green eyes. "I've been waiting for this moment for a long while, Shantel," the woman says, grinning madly through her eyes. "Get off me, you bitch," I grit out, bracing myself and using all my strength to flip us over, straddling her now. "Who the hell are you?" I pant out, my fingers reaching to yank off her mask. "The Crowlers," she squeaks mockingly, and my heart begins to thunder in my chest.

I passed the journal to him. By this time, the woman was already trembling, and he was quick-witted enough to have noticed it. Immediately, he grabbed her neck, having no concern for the eyes that were on him. “How dare you?" He gritted his teeth, sounding devilish. Tears started streaming down the woman’s eyes as she mumbled some unclear words to Cane, who had suddenly turned into a beast. “No one jokes with me; go scout free.” He pushed her to the ground. She wanted to escape, but he grabbed her hand strongly and left the mall.

I feel like at my given moment, someone’s gonna jump and attack me. “Here, have some milk, miss,” a middle-aged woman said as she handed me a cup of warm milk. I accepted it with reluctance. She gave me a soft, kind smile. “My name is Arcel, and I’ve been working here for quite some time now. Master has never brought a woman home before, so we were all so thrilled to finally be meeting you, miss Annizah,” she said.

I raise my voice slightly while he trembles. "It's a Mafia case! Your specialty." He snaps back earning a scrowl from me. "Even though..." I trail off running my fingers through my hair in annoyance. I can't even get some rest?! I needed a fucking vacation! "I'm sure you'd like this case. It involves the famous Mafia Queen." He pressed on and my ears perk up at the sentence. "You mean Arianna?" "Yes." Arianna Romano. The deadliest and the most terrifying woman in the whole of America. She's so mysterious no one has ever seen her face. Be it covering up with a veil or wearing a mask, she makes sure her identity is hidden whenever she's out killing people.