Ruthless Female Gangsters Novels & Stories

My throat burns as I wretch what is left of my dinner, after which I sit there, thinking of how everything had changed in a matter of seconds, just last night, I was glad to have reconciled with Papa after two years of being the rebellious daughter and disgracing him, and even happier to be able to attend my little sister's wedding… who would have thought it would end up being mine Instead? I thought Ember was a happy bride getting married to her prince charming like anyone else… I had even been a little jealous that she was living a normal life unlike me… but it was all just a lie. She was being married off to pay for the debt Papa owes, not to an ordinary man, but to a Mademan, a Mafia do

Jo in return, scowled at her. “Or I'm sure we can find you a masseur or two, depending on your tastes.” The woman added fearfully, not wanting to annoy Jo. Jo was the only female leader of an all male gang in Ganghaven, and for that, she was feared by many. Her gang had the least members, but they were very effective in striking fear into the heart of people. All of Jo's men were burly, bald by choice, and they all had a hawk tattoo on their left biceps. The Street Hawks were known for destroying any business or store that refused to pay them protection money.

But with a common deadly enemy in their midst, it was important they put aside their differences and postpone vendettas for a future date. Kate and the Lambeth Gals would do some persuasion of their own, try to work through the hooligans’ girlfriends to convince their men to put grudges on hold and meet. They’d have a harder time convincing the female members of rival gangs; he’d seen them brawl and, if anything, their fights were far more vicious than their male counterparts, consisting not of face-scratching and hair-pulling but of good straightforward punching and blocking that would make a prizefighter proud. Several were proficient with a straight razor.

I could go back to class but I will not because I don't want her to be uncomfortable. I don't know what's happening to me but this is it. I don't want her to hate me and this is final. And I really don't want Charlie to die because that would make me a 'lawbreaker'. Come on, gangs also have their own rules. ----- Catherine I was sitting in the classroom. I can't take my mind off him. Him shooting another guy. He just shot him in cold blood? I mean... How? Why? I was really scared. I don't know. I never thought that he was some cold-blooded killer. He had the image of a bad boy in my mind but... He also had a good image. Now that good one is replaced by him killing someone.

Being gangsters, these people should have expected to be killed, but at whose hands. And these gangsters are not good birds. Real gangsters aren't as elegant as Marlon Brando's Godfather movies. The real American mob is a bunch of murderous, cannibalistic, bone-spitting bastards. Finally, the old black did not escape Li Jie's chase, Li Jie caught up with him from his position in the heart of the direct blast out of a punch. A blow with internal force to the common man is completely irresistible. Old black

I always end up knowing the results from my troupe. Hannah belongs to one of the most notorious female gangs in the underworld called SeQret. One could say that they could easily be the strongest out there if not for their rivals, Astra. “Josiah, you know I can’t quit on my gang. I am their leader,” she explained. “And besides, we need to beat the shit out of Astra before I quit the underground.” I looked at her and saw anger in her face. They must have lost…again.

She then shut her eyes and pulled herself together before turning around to go back to her business with a blank expression on her face. “So, you’re still going strong with that bitch, huh?” said Rachel on a chair with metal chains tightly tied around her. “Both of you will burn in hell for everything that you’ve done. You ruined my life and I am not going to let you continue living without living in misery—” The loud sound of the gang boss’s fist meeting the psychopath’s face echoed through the whole room. The green-haired woman let out a sarcastic chuckle as she looked at her knuckle that immediately turned red before returning to glare at the woman across her.

“You tried to assault me. Forget about the hospital. Just leave it like that. That way, you won’t be able to harm other women!” “You wench! Do you have a death wish?” One of the gangsters seemed to be furious that she insulted their leader. He reached over to grab her hair. But before he could even touch her, she suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist. Then, with a snap, she wrenched his wrist. “Ahhh! That hurts!” the gangster screamed.

the woman mocked as Ximena rose her head to look at her and the other two as the circled her. The urge to tear up, bleed out and throw up juggled within her as she lay feebly staring at the 3 deranged fellows. As they stared back at her, it became a lot more obvious, this wasn’t the actions of mere lunatics but bribed inmates sent to kill her. “Please…please…please don’t do this,” she babbled as the gang prepared for the worse with their crooked blade in sight. Without wasting any more time standing, the three unveiled their true skins; hitting, punching and stabbing at the helpless woman like mad wolves hungry not for blood but the pleasure at being the first to draw it out.

If he wanted his daughter back and revenge on her mother, he wouldn’t come out of the woodwork until both women were within his grasp. Jake knew the types he’d seen enough men like that in among the captains of industry. The rich were ruthless, the only difference between gangsters, the mafia, and the elite was slim. The lines blurred between the ones who played by the law, the ones who didn’t get caught, and the ones who thumbed their noses at the laws and rules.