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The Gangster Boyfriend (BL) Chapter-22
The early morning filtered through the blinds, casting stripes of pale gold across the room. Jay was the first to stir, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he snuggled deeper into the warmth beside him. He knew that it was still very early so he snuggled more into his lover. Elijah's arm was draped over him, his hand resting gently on his waist, and he felt the steady rhythm of his breathing against his back. It was a comfort he had come to know intimately, a quiet reassurance that this was real, that they were finally here, together.He shifted slightly, just enough to turn his head and look at him. His face, softened by sleep, was serene. A stray lock of dark hair had fallen across his forehead, and Jay resisted the urge to brush it back. This was their new normal—waking up in each other's arms, the world outside waiting, but for a few stolen moments, just the two of them existing in this shared peace.A tiny smile played on Jay's lips. It had been a long road, filled with unspoken fee
The Gangster Boyfriend (BL) Past - X
Peter. POV.It's been 3 months since I have seen Avery and my father Michael and truthfully these are the most comfortable days I have lived since I have been born. Now I have the whole house to myself. My father is busy appeasing his Avery and finding the dead guy who turned his Avery. Looking at him being frantic and hurt is the best scene for me. I visited the basement where my father beat me and killed my mother. Now it is spotless but the feeling of coldness is still there. I sat down on the cold floor where my mom died and laid down in the position I was when I was being beaten and saw my mother's dead body smiling and looking at me. Her face is covered with blood and eyes full black but this time I managed to hold her hands and his inside her embrace trying to feel the non existent warmth. I don't know when but I feel asleep . I got up and saw my father standing in front of me with hatred on his face. He slapped my face hard and started punching and kicking me. I curled my bo
The Gangster Boyfriend (BL) Past-IX
After one year on intense therapy and training he was finally able to join the school of the murderer and was sent to school by his mother's murderer. He didn't want to come but he wanted to see Jay who has not seen him for months. Jay came to look for him in the hospital few times but all those times he was accompanied by that Elijah. H wanted to push Elijah away and take his side but due to his injuries he was not able to speak to them. Now he is blind in one eye and deaf in one ear. He has got multiple brain surgeries to remove the clots in his head but still it is not able to overcome the pain of not seeing Jay. He don't know but after being beaten by his father he don't miss his mother but is incredibly attracted towards Jay. He earlier liked Jay but not to the point of obsession and he don't know what is happening to him. He was taken by his father to the Principle's office and his father told him to wait inside and then went inside. The office only had Ms Avery. Peter slouc
The Gangster Boyfriend (BL) Past-VIII
The air in the cavernous warehouse was thick with the scent of stale beer, sweat, and something acrid that burned the back of Elijah’s throat. A single, exposed bulb hung precariously over the center of the room, illuminating a makeshift boxing ring constructed from salvaged lumber and heavy-duty ropes. The crowd, a motley collection of gamblers, thrill-seekers, and hardened locals, pressed in around the ring, their faces a blur of anticipation and shadow.Elijah stood in his corner, his trainer’s hands wrapping his knuckles with practiced speed. The tape felt like a second skin, a comforting armor against the brutality he knew was coming. His opponent, a man known only as “The Wrecking Ball,” was a hulking mass of muscle, his scarred face a testament to countless past battles. The Wrecking Ball pounded his gloves together, the sound like a drumbeat of intimidation.“Remember the plan, Eli,” his trainer, a wiry man named Leo, whispered. “Don’t get tangled up with him. He’s all power.
The Gangster Boyfriend (BL) Past-VII
Peter's father Michael rushed Peter to the hospital only after his anger calmed down. He used his influence and asked his guards to burry his wife Miley's body somewhere. He removed all the traces which could lead police back to him and due to his personal of a doting father nobody questioned him. He said Peter was kidnapped and the kidnappers did this. He created evidences and witnesses which showcases as if some people who Peter bullied before has taken revenge . When Peter was rushed to the hospital in a coma, his life now suspended in a fragile, uncertain state.He was covered in blood. The doctor could see the whipping marks and old wounds on his body and it didn't look like he was the bully. Doctors knew it that Peter was a victim but after looking at Michael's broken knuckles and the bodyguards behind him they choose to stay silent just like the police who turned a blind eye to the link of Peter's obvious condition to his father. He also made others believe that his wife is mi
The Gangster Boyfriend (BL) Past- VI
Peter's eyes, narrowed with a familiar bitterness, tracked Jay and Elijah across the busy schoolyard. The sun was bright, almost mocking the dark cloud that seemed to perpetually hang over him. He leaned against the brick wall, feeling the rough texture dig into his back, a faint echo of the discomfort that churned inside him.Jay, the kind boy, was a burst of easy laughter and open gestures. He moved with a natural grace, always surrounded by a small orbit of students drawn to his warmth. He genuinely cared, Peter knew that much. He'd seen Jay help a struggling freshman with a dropped armload of books, offer a forgotten lunch to a classmate, or patiently explain a difficult math problem. Jay's kindness was an unshakeable force, and it irritated Peter precisely because it was so genuine.Elijah, the silent boy, was a different kind of enigma. He rarely spoke, his presence more observed than heard. His eyes, though, held a quiet intensity, a steady gaze that seemed to miss nothing. And
