Ruthless Female Gangsters Novels & Stories

We worked behind the scenes and most good people haven't ever heard of us and that's the way we liked it. If you were at all a part of the underworld though, you knew us. Most of the underground had some sort of interaction with us either good or bad and many were afraid of our names especially Sunny and Thor, our leaders. Just like the name suggested, Sunny was a sweet middle aged blonde woman. If you met her in a store or on the street, you would never guess that she was a ringleader of one of the most feared gangs in the country. She was brutal in a fight though and if you ever crossed her, you better make your peace with whatever God or Goddess you believed in because she would kill you

Her mother asked, forcing a smile. "Kairo Rodriguez," Dominick said. She shuddered and her grip loosened around her brother's hand. Her heart stopped dead in her chest. It began to beat louder with fear. She was frightened everyone could hear her heart beating. 'Liam Rodriguez's youngest brother. Liam is a ruthless capo. He ruled with cruelty. There were rumors that he's the illegitimate child of his father. It's normal in the Mafia world. His younger brother, Danil revealed the truth. Liam cut every throat that said that word again. Kairo, he's cruel like his brothers. He didn't hesitate to try killing his brother's wife. Three brothers! They are devils. I have heard a lot of things about t

“You have only three days.” He turned and walked away. Where am I supposed to see fifty million in three days ? •×•×•×•×•×• “...anyway, it’s a good thing the loan sharks I borrowed from took that bad luck the moment he was released,” my aunt’s voice drifted in from outside, loud and careless. My heart thudded painfully as I listened. “I also sold him to the Bato Brothers' gang to pay off my debts from gambling,” my uncle added, his voice rough with laughter, as if talking about selling an old chair.

Cassie said and sighed. “I will eliminate my threat.” “You would die before making an attempt.” “Oh my God. Blakeley.” Cassie called and turned to the men. “She is speaking for herself.” Cassie laughed nervously. “I never knew it would be so easy to kill you. You travelled around the world to take down mafia bosses and I, a gangster without an official title, will be the one to take you down.” He said and Blakeley chuckled.

Janice looked up and quietly swore. The voice belonged to Camilla Rodriguez. Even in this nest of vipers, her name and face sent a shiver down the spine. Word spread that she was a bigwig in one of the nastier New York girl gangs; one of the ones that were known for their viciousness so even the Crips and Bloods stayed clear. Having seen this woman's viciousness and sadism on display more than once in the yard, Janice was inclined to believe the stories. Three quiet prisoners that were sitting at Janice's table stood up and scooted out of their chairs, scrambling like roaches in the wake of a sudden stream of light. Rodriguez sat down, facing Janice.

Grayson frowned. Trent was a gangster who dealt in some pretty messed up businesses. He had a ton of gangsters under him who were willing to do anything. They had all given up on life. They were willing to do anything because they no longer cared, which meant that they were extremely ruthless. A lot of Maltford's elite weren't afraid of them, but they were too lazy to start anything. After all, getting on the wrong side of a criminal was much worse than getting on the wrong side of a gentleman.

The asistant, who's name was Anita Cord, said "There is a man here to see the Chairman. But he said that he does not want to talk to any woman. Only the Chairman. Shall I send him in?" Debbie frowned at this, then replied "Yes, send him in." The man who walked into her office was a well known gangster in Fing City. His name was Joe Rhame. He had ruled over the business district for years as a standover man and con artist. The police had never been able to catch him, as his victims were too scared to press charges. Debbie had been waiting on him to show up since she first took over the firm. As the man walked in, Debbie stood up and extended her had in greetings. "Hello Mr. Rhame. I'm Debbie

We exchanged salutations and made the mafia sign and he led us in. His men were armed already. We checked our munitions for the last time and we got ready too. "Thanks for coming to our aid. Thanks for coming all out even though we gave a short notice. I am sure you have the details already. We are going against a notorious gang of heists. They called themselves the east gang. They look formidable on the outside but their true brutality lies in their disguise. We have launched attacks on them on different occasions but we lost at each trial," Russo said and continued with the address. When he was done we were all ready for battle.

Alessandro “... Layla Whittman.” As planned, the image of the woman who brought crazy hell into my life was displayed on the screen behind us. While trying to fight back a smile, I faced the screen and put on the most sober look. Then I admired the quality of the picture. The image properly showed Layla’s ugly sternness, and the presence of the burly men who fit the mafia description to the T behind her made it more believable that she was also a gangster.

She knows how to distinguish these letters because of her cousin, who is half Russian. She had nowhere to go, and no one was walking in that alley. She felt so helpless until they heard a voice coming from the end of that dark alley. It made them turn their attention to the silhouette of a woman. The sound was coming from a middle-aged lady. “What are you guys doing to a helpless young lady?” She was now walking towards them bravely. Jane saw the lady, and it made her eyes widen in shock. It was Mrs. Villin, and she felt kind of relieved. “Mrs. Villin,” she said crying. “You know that old woman?” a man with so many piercing in his ears said while chewing bubble gum on his mouth. “I think she