Ruthless Female Gangsters Novels & Stories

The other burly man wearing a black singlet, swallowed the lump of saliva in his throat, he licked his dried lips in panic, he wasn't expecting a frail old woman to beat up his partner with just two moves. Master Kane stepped backwards several times, with surprise boldly on his face, he wanted to stay away from Mama Sarah as soon as possible. “Fight her” he ordered the other burly man, he regretted hiring street urchins to fight. The gangster reluctantly strike with a punch but was easily eluded by the frail old woman, her moves were extremely fast, contrary to her age.

In the midst of the struggle for territories when the last gangster who commanded that gang Merciless, in which the territory was killed in a massacre, a power struggle began. Countless henchmen, gunmen and hitmen began to accept the mission, to kill the other would-be mafia lords. The calamity was a beautiful French woman of Italian and Welsh descent, red-haired with green eyes. He came from a line of murderous nymphs, and beautiful femme fatales, the Calamities. She herself wished she had had more time as the leader of the Merciless gang. Whoever she gave it to him the night before his ambush, of course she was there to distract him, I must say she distracted him very well.

Will these 2 people ever come across each other, will that wall of ice ever melt with the warmness of kindness, will the man with too much hatred and too little love ever claim his possession, on the women with too little hatred and so much of love? Is this actually what made their lives encounter RUTHLESS LOVE or it is a way to some other destination? To know further make a read and join them in their RUTHLESS or I would say, beautiful journey. Love xxxxxxxx Purva Narang (YOUR WRITER) Follow for more updates: Instagram: @purvi_nrang Twitter: @narang_purva

“The way he looks at me?” “Yes. I know. It’s how my husband looks at me, how Rafe looks at Marge,” she paused. “Max was right about her brother. He barely talks. And when he does, all he talks about is business. Do you know what they call him in the business world? They named him “The Ruthless Magnate”. And he sure to live up to his name. He seized property by property, whenever he gets the opportunity, building his empire of hotels. But everytime he looks at you, I see tenderness, gentleness, love. Something I have never seen before,” Beatrice gave her a smile and a gentle squiz in her hand. “Honey, whatever situation you are in, whatever set up you and my son have, as long as both of you a

Two days later Grasis’s POV I am Grasis, a cruel and ruthless mafia man who just love to torture others. By torture other, I get pleasure so that I can forget my painful memories. I do not hurt any innocent but I love to torture sinful people. In this bloody adventure, I started drinking blood and rape the girls. I hated my mother so I hate every woman of this word until I met her. She was innocent, she was pure. I just want to keep her with me. I do not want to take her free. I torture her, I give her pain but all was because of love, my immense love.

Among her other admirers were Jason Drakatos; godfather of the greek mafia, Enzo Gonzalez; capo dei Capi of the Columbian cartel, and Chrisos Dos Santos, important head of the diamond smuggling syndicate, just to mention a few, each powerful in their own way. She was seducing them without even lifting a finger and it was becoming obvious that she would be difficult to gatekeep while I figured out what to do with her and with my feelings for her. When she bent over and did a sexy little gyrate, sinful and provocative, I could have sworn I saw a number of men drool. "I'm going to fucking marry that girl." Somebody whistled. "Good luck with that. You're only a foot soldier, Ruiz. You'll have to

Anyone among them was a notoriously ruthless character, not to mention twelve of them joining forces at the same time. After realizing that Killian had hired the Twelve Ruffians to deal with the woman in the arena, some people couldn't help but feel angry for the woman and cursed Killian for being too despicable. But there was no way because that was the rule of the black market. Since Catherine dared to challenge, she had to pay the price! The Twelve Ruffians made a brilliant appearance under the invitation of a huge sum of money from Killian. Each of the Twelve Ruffians was tall and strong, and all were big men. Living on the black market all year round had made them experienced in fightin

He mumbled, staring hard at the faces and dead eyes in the photos. "They were known for their ruthlessness, particularly in the underground world. Not just some small-time crew, but an organized crime syndicate with ties all across the country. They were the kind of people you didn’t mess with unless you had a death wish." Rome let out as he reached for an empty glass and poured champagne, the sound of the liquid filling the glass breaking the silence in the room. Rene’s eyes narrowed as he continued to study the pages in front of him. The Marran Group wasn’t familiar to him, but the level of detail in the report made one thing clear: these were not amateurs.

“They are born strategists, he added. “They bear the name not only in their skills and experiences or being in the most ruthless department but for their greater loyalty and wits.” “That sounds rare.” “Indeed it does, Luca.” “This is the first official group of gangsters we'd be knowing and acquainting with who could get killed or kill someone with any vague doubt in mind. They are pretty skilled in that regard,” scratching his beard, he continued, “they are best recognised for their knowledge, experience, and skills. They are also best in their monopoly and for being ruthless mobsters known in the entire capitals and provinces. They are not to be taken lightly. I mean it. Those who go for t

My men were still investigating the crimes, and whoever they were, they were bad for business, and they were risking exposing our kind to the humans. I couldn't have that. I assumed they were looking for my attention, but since the deaths started, there has been nothing, no clues whatsoever. So, I was starting to think there was some rogue out there that had been kept in the streets by some rival gang I wasn't sure about. There was the problem of Azeal too. Rogues were sick wolves that ate humans and thought of them as subordinates to us. While I bought into that ideology, I couldn't afford anyone going around my fucking city making me look bad.