Ruthless Female Gangsters Novels & Stories

I asked sincerely. She slowly nodded her head. "Yes, I do," she replied then hugged me tightly. "I am willing to be the wife of a ruthless mafia boss." ~END~

Mr Nathan answered. "Hmm...a beauty with a nice name. Ria do you know who the MML are?" The leader asked. Ria nodded slowly. “We are really famous boss..even the blind one know us.” Speedy joked and they all laughed. The money make life gang are notorious robbers and hired assassins. Every young and old souls in Idaho know the MML but no one has ever seen their faces before and all effort to apprehend them have proved abortive. "Perhaps should we take her with us Kelly?" The leader asked the only female among them as he grabbed Ria's jaw.

That was a pretty sharp sound, an explanation to the worst terms amongst the kidnappers themselves. "how dare you say that she is dead?", the bad throat person said which means he had slapped the well built man. "she is Alan Richards, the king of mafia's girlfriend and she is worth billions", he said. His statement faded all my happiness. Maybe I get excited too quick. Alan was pretty much hidden about his identity, yet my one stroke has flipped the circumstances making him quite understandable in the community. This makes me the prawn. If I am here, then there are thousands of other Alan's enemies ready to buy me.

She was gulping hungrily from the beer. His gaze was studying her, pushing his anger away. She leaned in, resting her head on his shoulder. His features twisted in disdain, "I'm waiting for Vincent and one of his new enemies. It's a secret." Her hand gripped his bicep. "Enemies?" He asked, looking down at her. "Yes, you must have heard his name, Liam Rodriguez, Marcos. There were more." Her fingers dug in his hard constructed muscles, "You look so strong. I'll give you everything, myself, money, property. My brother is so rich. Help me."

Their hearts beating with expectation went down the stairs of the uncompleted building. Their getaway was on. But fate had other plans. Voices of gunmen hollered through the air, their words chilling. "We'll kill the man, boss removed his mask first," one gunman sneered. "And for the lady, we'll rape her," he added from another, the malice in his tone flowing. "Finally, we'll kill the cripple man," he concluded. Sera, Robert, and Shedrack's hearts went down. Fear clutched their hearts.

"I thought we agreed that you won't go anywhere alone, Boss." I tilted my head back at him. "Good thing I did, or I wouldn't have run into the woman I've been looking for." Luca corked his brows at me and he looked even more mysterious in his black suit and glasses. I arched my brows slightly at him. I was not entitled to explain exactly what I meant to him. But Luca on the other hand was obliged to do as I said. I wasn't only his Alpha but his Mafia Boss. "Scarlett Vaughn. Find out everything you can about her and report to me immediately. I'll be in my house."

Just as the questions had started and the twitching of the camera lights, the police walked through the door. “Charlie Mustang, you’re under arrest for two counts of attempted murder” the police officer said. “Oh Couz, don’t think I’ve forgotten your first attempt to end my life, I’ll be sure to visit you in jail” she said, flickering her fingers at her. “No! No! You’re supposed to be dead, it’s all mine, you..you bitch!” She yelled as the police officers held onto her, hands behind her back, cuffing her as they took her away.

Now there was nothing but silence — the kind of silence that made her think of endings. On the table lay three burner phones. One already dead, another discarded. She picked up the third and scrolled through encrypted messages. Half her old allies had already cut ties with her. No one wanted to burn with her. The Grey girl had poisoned them all against her. Her lips curled back in a snarl as she slammed the phone down. “You think you’ve won, little girl? You think standing on a stage makes you powerful?” Her breath came faster, harsh and ragged. “I built dynasties before you learned how to spell your name. I ruined men who were stronger than you’ll ever be. I’ll burn this city before I let y

“Men like Julian love control. And when they lose it, they burn everything.” “Maybe you should ask yourself why he’s losing control,” I say softly. Her expression hardens. “You are repeating our mother,” she says. The insult hits deeper than I expect. “She chased intensity,” Olivia continues. “Drama. Chaos and when it collapsed, she cried and called it fate.” “I am not her.” “No,” Olivia agrees. “You’re worse.” My chest tightens. “You pretend you’re innocent.” “I never said I was innocent.” “Then stop acting surprised when consequences arrive.”