Ruthless Female Gangsters Novels & Stories

"Yes, everything is fine. I just needed to meet with Don Xander. Can you arrange it?" Her cousin, Alexander Blackwood, is a notorious Mafia leader. Popularly known as Don Xander. He's the most powerful and feared Mafia in the country-not only here but the whole world. Everyone knows how ruthless and cunning he is, though, he was known for his tendency to sleep around with different girls and, whatever he set his mind to, he get it. I had met him once, and that was when I attended Kayla's parents' birthday party. Though he didn't stay long, during those few minutes before he left, he kept staring at me as if I'm some kind of meal he was about to have.

It was an unnatural omen, a visual manifestation of the emotional turmoil tearing my chest into ragged pieces. I paced the perimeter of the stone ridge, my heavy combat boots crushing the frosted grass beneath my weight. My wolf was frantic, thrashing violently against the inner walls of my skull, claws scratching at the surface of my sanity. For centuries, the Laurent lineage had stood as the apex predators of this territory. We were the icy command, the unyielding executioners, the alphas who forced the world to its knees. But as I turned my head to look at the woman standing near the cliff's edge, that ancient pride felt like nothing more than a childish illusion.

I added, closing the subject then turned back to my tablet, the cool glass smooth under my red nails. "They're the Thorne brothers?" Felix said. His fingers moved fast on his own screen. "Wow!! He has a brother." I smiled softly, intrigued but no warmth touched my face. Just a spark of interest on my next target stirred inside me. "An identical twin brother," he said. He did not smile back, his voice sounding as if it's a problem. I looked at him harder, searching his face. Something in his eyes made my skin prickle. "Damien Thorne and Xander Thorne," he went on. "It says here that they're known for their notorious and ruthless nature. They are very discreet in their business deals and..." H

He threatened. "I studied Martial arts in China for six months, worked for a security organization for seven months, you still want to try me?" I asked with a smile. I looked at the TV, I looked at the headline. "DEAD FEMALE BODY FOUND IN A EATERY'S RESTROOM." I picked the remote control on the sofa and increased the volume. "The deceased has been identified as Miss Lillian Bernardo, the doctors confirmed that she was stabbed to death by an unknown person. Here are her pictures." The newscaster said.

After all, Nightroe wouldn't dare to do anything as long as she was under the supervision of the man's father. Honestly, Svanna was not very proud of being the chosen daughter-in-law of someone who was once a mafia boss but felt a little lucky when Russol Sullivan was willing to defend her before the middle-aged man's eldest son. It wasn't that Nightroe wouldn't do anything. Just at least, they knew the ruthless man would be much more cautious about taking action.

He arched a fraction of his brows and watched her in levity. "Is that what you called us? Gangster?" "So you are then?" His smile faded and he had gazed out the window, ignoring her question. Calling him a gangster felt like an insult to him. He was no gangster. The Italian mafia always detested when people had called them that. They were different, although their goals were somewhat similar. The Italian mafia would not bring harm to women and children. They would avoid killing civilians, non-affiliated people. But once you crossed into their world, usually by some business transactions, you are pretty much fair game. They had more clout, money, resources, and contacts than gangsters. They w

I was frightened for no reason. Dante studied me for a second. He shook his head. "He's the king. He's more powerful than the territories around him." He leaned in slightly, his expression was masked. Dariel never hid his emotions in front of me, Dante was the opposite. "I never want to keep anything from you or lie to you, Buttercup." He paused, exhaled softly. I nodded my head in acknowledgement. "We're the mafia. Only those of highranked people know about us. Touching us, harming us, it's never easy. But..." Dante glanced over my shoulder, his gaze met his twin. I swiveled my neck and found Russo looking at us. He returned to his conversation with his family. "Things get complicated when

a voice roared, vibrating with a feral, distorted rage. I choked, frantically clawing at the massive hands. Through my blurred vision, I saw a face contorted with absolute madness. Ruth. Malachi's mate. She was the only female Beta in the pack, standing over six feet tall and built with the terrifying, massive volume of a grizzly bear. Looking at how weak and fragile I was compared to her, I stood absolutely no match. Ruth didn't give me a single second to explain. She dragged me by the neck like a sack of garbage, my boots scraping helplessly across the stone, and violently hurled me out the door.

Some say that the leader of the gang wasn't even present at their first fight and others thought they just got lucky as women and kept on challenging them. On the day of the fight with one of the strongest gang in Area D, The Anvil, it was recorded as one of the bloodiest fights in gang history that year. While the ladies came empty handed the Anvil gang came with the intent to eliminate the group. This was where Adira made a name for herself as the Mafia Queen. Rumour has it that she took on 20 men at a go, before she let the other girls attack, many of the girls were hurt but not before causing more harm to the Anvil gang, they went home with more casualties than they had expected.

“How a man protects what’s his. How a woman survives what she shouldn’t. How a family—fragile, newborn, precious—becomes untouchable.” Luca stared at her, assessing every nuance, every shift in posture. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re done observing. You leave now. And you never come near us again.” The woman inclined her head slightly, almost gracefully. “As you wish. But remember… even untouchable families have cracks. Even strong men make mistakes. Even love can be tested.” With that, she turned and melted into the shadows, leaving Luca standing on the terrace, staring after her.