Ruthless Female Gangsters Novels & Stories

since that day,he has been making training himself for the day he would avenge his family. He never thought a day would come when he would become this cold towards people. Circumstances of life made him this way and there was no turning back. He believed that no one deserves pity in this world and that's why he hardly associates with people.he was always doing his business or taking care of things in his organization. Despite him being cold and Ruthless,he was a very handsome man with attractive features which would made any woman drool over him. Many women tried to have their way with him but their efforts was futile.

Uno Baron carefully placed the folder, which contained the fruits of their investigation, onto the desk. "My King," Mae Magto interjected, "there exist two pieces of evidence that are presently incarcerated," supplementing Uno's statement. "The leaders of the rebels go by the names of Victor Solace, Evelyn Solace, and Gustave Chaos. Your Majesty," she spoke with a tremble in her voice, "the actions of those people were nothing short of heinous. The nameless organization's deeds were nothing short of inhumane, and any attempt to rationalize them would be futile. Even before the vampires emerged into the world, they were already aware of our existence," Maricel Mamatlalu explained without wait

"Of course, I haven't met him. He barely ever shows his face outside of the organization, and I'm not part of it. I don't plan on being either." I shuddered. How could she be so relaxed about it? Nothing about the criminal underworld was that simple unless they wanted it to be! Mafia, bratva, and all other gang men were all the same: misogynists, abusive, power-hungry psychos. If Katie made it out of it, alive and unscathed, I would be happy, but at the same time, what point was there in me trying to interfere with it? My gut churned with guilt.

Odelia's smile then turned cold. "You really have some guts, huh? Daring to get Newman to throw me off in front of me? Now tell me, how should I treat you properly?" Miles and the others turned pale. Though this woman hadn't been in the gang for long, her methods were notoriously vicious. People in the gang privately called her the Black Widow. Now that they had fallen into her hands, they would probably be skinned alive if not killed. Almost instantly, Miles and the others exchanged glances and forcefully pushed open the door to escape.

“You think you own everyone who walks through your doors? Think again.” His pained breathing filled the room as she straightened. She flicked her hair over her shoulder, adjusting her dress like nothing had happened, then strode toward the door. Anything for Harry. Now, she had three pieces of evidence. Sasha’s. Damien’s. Moretti’s. Ten more to go. The next on her damn kill row list was Valeria De Luca. A woman as ruthless as she was beautiful. A devil draped in silk, running an underground trafficking ring that made even the most hardened criminals shudder.

Her eyes slowly adapted to the light and her eyes widened when she saw she was in an arena with a big cage before her. A groan escaped her lips and she made to move her hands but couldn't because she was chained up. The noise coming from the men sitting with their eyes on her caught her attention and her eyes widened when she saw how much they were. She wasn't chanced to process everything when a whip landed on her back "Argh!!" She cried out and Cheetah chuckled, walking to stand in front of her. Cheetah is the strongest female mobster in the clan and also the closest female to Aurelio, they were both trained at the same period by Godfather and that earned her the name “Boss Lady”

Everyone moved with the confidence of belonging. Everyone except Isabella. She felt the stares as she crossed to the executive elevator bank, heard the whispers that followed in her wake. The new Mrs. Kane, the nobody who had somehow captured Manhattan's most eligible bachelor. The gold-digger. The opportunist. The latest conquest who wouldn't last six months. If only they knew the truth. Isabella kept her chin high, her expression neutral, just as Alexander had coached her. *"Never let them see weakness,"* he'd said during one of their late-night strategy sessions. "In this world, uncertainty is blood in the water."

This was his first real case, and it felt like diving headfirst into the deep end. The file was all about Scarlett, known on the streets as Outlaw Girl. She was a big deal in the mafia world…a ruthless boss who ran protection rackets, moved serious product, and made rivals disappear without a trace. Matt flipped through the pages. Her photo stared back at him: a gorgeous redhead with long, wavy hair, sharp green eyes, and a body that could stop traffic. Full breasts, curvy hips, and a smirk that said she knew exactly what she was doing to men. “Damn,” Matt muttered under his breath.

"Regi and his friend had direct instructions from the northern border to drug the females and haul them straight to the shadow network." A dark, monstrous roar ripped right out of my throat, the sound echoing violently off the stone walls. Images of Nia or my little sister Zuri lying limp and unconscious while those disgusting rogue wolves touched their skin sent my alpha brain over the absolute edge. Malik Devereux was the most vile scumbag in the eastern forests, an elder rogue who had been trading young females across pack lines for decades through the forbidden bloodline agreements. "Why were their eyes set on Nia specifically?" I snarled, stepping up to the iron chains where Regi hung,

For Soralina he was nothing but a man with no dignity, ‘Gustav’, and for Agatha he was nothing but the man she worked for, ‘Boss’. With so much trauma in their past and so much blood staining it, the girls no longer felt like they belonged to anyone or anywhere, or that they even had a family to begin with. To them it merely felt like working for the most ruthless Italian Mafia, who went with the name of Gustav Russo. Forget the part where he is their father, or that they are a part of this whole psychotic group as well. Life just became a means of survival, because everything they do, is only to make sure they don’t die.