Ruthless Female Gangsters Novels & Stories

Rick shot her a sideways glance, "No one touches my daughter and walks away unscathed. She’s going to learn the hard way what it means to cross an Amores." "Ya, Daniel!" Rooney said "Roney, it’s urgent. The boss needs intel on a target. A woman who attacked Miss Brooklyn." Rick leaned back in his chair, "Let’s see how brave this woman is when she’s facing us," he said, almost to himself, before turning to Brooklyn. "This ends tonight." Brooklyn stood up from the couch, her movements lazy and indifferent despite the tension in the room. She stretched her arms above her head and let out a small yawn. "Never mind," she muttered, brushing off the entire conversation with an air of nonchalance. "

His reflection stared back at him faintly in the window glass, unreadable, controlled, the same face he showed to everyone, even now, even with his heart pounding harder than it had in longer than he could remember. He thought of every year he had spent chasing shadows, every false lead that dissolved into nothing the moment he got close enough to touch it, every quiet, sleepless night spent turning the same unanswered questions over and over until they wore smooth from repetition. He had built an empire out of control, out of certainty, out of never once letting the ground shift beneath him without already knowing which way to step. This was the one place his control had never reached. The

Does Rustov like anything? "What? Did he say who?" "She said nothing but I have a sense of who!" The cold spread to my stomach. I sighed and gasped as I read the page of the book because of the sweat from my hand. "Who?" "It's not Kiara! She's the only girl in their group, isn't she? It's impossible it would be someone else because there's no other woman close to Rustov. It must be that Kiara bitch. Luckily, it's annoying."

I asked as we walked to the elevator. "In our line of business, you never let your guard down Arianna. Our enemies can never get tired," Niko explained. "Rather, they lurk in the corners waiting for the day you will leave an opening for them," Mike completed. "Hmm," I mumbled. They were right. But still, it was tedious work to always have to watch your back. "I still think quitting the mafia is the best thing to do," I added under my breath. Jane Lee was a few minutes late today but the deal went well, just like the last ones I have done with her.

"Here is the rod." The maid said, giving the rod to Helen. Helen took the rod from her, she looked at the girl crying on the floor and said. "Hold her." Two maids came forward and held Liz, who was still begging. Eva and Ivy also tried to stop Helen by begging her, but she did not listen. "If anyone tries to stop me, I'll make sure I beat each and every one of you." She screamed at them. Ever since the girls have been working in the kitchen and not taking care of the prince as usual, Helen has made up her mind to treat them badly. As the assistant head maid, she kept giving them different kinds of hard chores.

If any woman could curry favors with him, she could rise into a prominent force in the underworld of Riverbank. However, South just murdered Genesis like crushing a chicken. If the women made a mistake while serving him, they might end up like Genesis. The men behind South were simply gangsters and had been eyeing the women in the lobby since they came in. They were drooling over the women’s seductive figures. If they decided to ravage the women, then there would be nothing they could do. The thought of it left the women in horror. “Don’t you push it! The Otter family isn’t that…”

And the outlaws who walked on the edge of a knife from time to time were mixed in with the ordinary looking people. Hustleburg, these people who can't move without killing, at best, can only be called a gangster. Molly, for example, looks like a weak young girl who seems to be able to knock out with a single punch, yet she is the number one expert on the European hit list. Compared to that, Cynthia was as weak as an ant. If Leona hadn't been suffocated, she probably wouldn't have made this trip with her. At this moment, being hugged by Serena, she suddenly regretted a little, mommy must be worried about her, right?

"If it wasn't for me, your Alpha would have died from blood loss. You didn't feel grateful to me, but want to 'deal with' me? Which pack are you guys from? How dare you all be a bunch of ungrateful villains?" "Blood Pack! How dare you, a rogue, insult our pack? I think you have lived for too long." Gayle's face was flushed with anger. He wanted to break the woman's neck at any moment, but he also knew that he probably couldn't beat her up, which made him feel more humiliated.

“You’re the piece of shit who thought he could put his hands on my woman. The one who thought he could break her. Rape her.” He tries to spit at me. I laugh — low, sharp. “You’ve got balls. Shame I’m about to crush them.” I drag him upright, tie his wrists to his back pushing him on the floor. His breathing’s already ragged. “You think this is your world? That money, threats, numbers will keep you safe?” I circle him like a wolf, running the tip of my knife across his chest, carving a shallow line that makes him flinch. Blood wells up, bright. “Wrong. This is my world. And in my world, touching what’s mine is the last mistake you’ll ever make. It's death sentence.”

Alpha Kai Rage is a living thing. It coils in my chest, hot and suffocating, crawling beneath my skin like fire ants with teeth. Every breath I take tastes like ash and humiliation. Every step echoes with the knowledge that I was played outmaneuvered by my own right hand, betrayed under my own roof, weakened in the eyes of my pack. Jackson and Aliya.