Accidentally Inlove With A Gangster Novels & Stories

“Yeah, I figured that.” “No, you don't.” I said, and now my throat tightened. “He’s… the truth is i’m in love with him.” Leo stared at me, his eyes widened. “Huh?” I went on before I lost my nerve. “It wasn’t supposed to happen. It started a long ago, before the engagement. He and I met in a club one night. He didn't know who I was, and neither did I. And we had a nightstand and that's how it happened.”

Sarah's throat tightened. Her fingers froze around her glass. The man beside her looked exactly like Diego Castillo, yet he made no move to run, to threaten her, to do anything a criminal on the run should do when faced with the prosecutor who destroyed his family. "You look like you've seen a ghost," he said, voice low and smooth with just a hint of an accent. He signaled to the bartender. "Macallan, neat." Sarah calculated her options. The casino was crowded. Security cameras everywhere. She wasn't in danger—not physically, at least.

"I know I don't deserve to say this, but I love you." "Please come back. Please forgive me." "I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you." Message after message flew out, confessing the love he had suppressed for years, the debt he owed her. But after each message, a red exclamation mark appeared. Failed to deliver. She had blocked him, erasing him from her life as completely as she had vanished from his. His phone rang. It was one of his men. "Boss, the accident scene has been searched."

Andy muttered as he made his way next to me. Narrowing my eyes. Men dressed in tailored suits and women in elegant dresses. The men talked to one another, and the woman giggled as they sipped their drinks. Then I recognized Don Vittori's silver hair; he was laughing, his arm around another woman who wasn’t his wife. That bastard was always looking and touching another woman without his wife knowing. Honestly, I think she does, but she’s too afraid to confront him. Near the fountain, I spotted the Rivera brothers. I used to play poker with them years ago; both were ruthless, both dangerous. Even the Maranzano family was there, a family I once double-crossed in Havana.

Ethan Carter flung Yvette Jenkins's bra in my face before slamming the door shut behind him. The flimsy door did little to muffle Yvette's moans. The sting on my face lingered. A fellow hiker, with a sneer, gave me a once-over and quipped, "Never pegged Mr. White as the sharing type, giving away his fiancée's first time like that. "Maybe you'll let us have a go, too..."

I laughed softly and his grin widened. Around us, our family and friends watched with soft smiles while we danced slowly together. And it honestly felt like a dream. The kind of moment you know you’ll remember forever. His hand rested on my lower back while mine settled on his shoulder. “You know what’s crazy?” I whispered softly. “What?” “If someone told me the stranger I accidentally married in Miami would become the love of my life…” I laughed softly. “I would’ve called them insane.” Eric smiled against my forehead. “And yet here we are.”

Her heart pounded really fast. Because if Adrian saw her, this plan would die instantly. She glanced back one last time. He was still arguing. Still trying to save her. And suddenly, a painful realization hit. She loved him. Oh no. No no no. Not now. Not during explosions and kidnappings and billion dollar conspiracies. But it was there. Because somewhere between fake engagements and dangerous secrets, she had fallen. Hard. Tears burned her eyes. Then quietly, she whispered: “I’m sorry.”

The room was filled with happiness and laughter, and it seemed as though nothing could bring down the joyous atmosphere. But just as the evening was reaching its peak, a commotion broke out at the entrance of the hall. A group of rough-looking men, clearly out of place among the elegant guests, stormed into the room. They were led by a burly man with a menacing grin, who scanned the room as if searching for someone. Mr. Hawthorne's face turned pale as he recognized the man. "Oh no, it's Grimjack," he whispered to Mr. Salvatore. "Claw's right-hand man. This can't be good."

I said calmly. At first, I had no idea who William really was. During a gang fight, William got seriously injured, and I helped him when I found him. He was cautious at first, but over time, he fell in love with me because of my skill and patience. After he recovered, he pursued me seriously. Touched by his sincerity and persistence, I became his girlfriend. When I found out who he was, I was shocked. I never planned to get involved with Cosa again. But when I gazed at William’s handsome face, one question came to mind.

It was the best I could do… since I had never received a hug from any guy. The walk to Jules' house wasn't long. She and Casper were my neighbors, which was probably the only reason we became friends in the first place. I wasn't exactly the type of person who attracted friendships easily. By the time I reached her porch, I could easily see the warm glow of the living room lights through the window. But my stomach twisted. ‘Would they even care about what happened tonight?’ I didn't bother knocking—I just pushed open the door and walked inside.