روايات وقصص ضمن Beauty And The Gangster

Not that her nausea would let her get away with it right now anyway. She followed Leo and his potential buyers on autopilot throughout the Gangster's Paradise. It had a hot tub and pool on the upper deck, a fully equipped gym, and level which resembled a nightclub. Best of all was the large, framed portraits Grayson had framed from the night of Leo's rapper showcase in high school. Leo laughed it off with the Italians, but it only hurt her heart more. That playful, humorous side of the billionaire.

He grinned, whirling me around and showing off his perfectly white teeth, I hate the fact that these people are always too handsome and most of them aren't the scary and scar-filled mafia lords I was told about, not even the ones with ugly teeth and tattered look I read from books. The set of mafia men I get to experience are the ones with beautiful sculptured faces, a perfect jawline, beautiful tribal tattoos inking their whole body, and beautiful diamonds adorning their ears, they are perfectly irresistible, the only thing ugly about them is their soul, who knows maybe they traded them for the beautiful face they all own.

The very notion sent a hot wave rolling through her, and she smiled, but then an edge of apprehension caused her stomach to clench. “Don’t I look awful?” she asked, feeling her face, the bandage, and then her head where her hair had been cut by the burn unit to save her scalp. “Mira,” he whispered, pecking her in between each word. “You are beautiful. I’m hard for you.” He took her hand and placed it over the bulge beneath his slacks, breathing his final statement, “I want to fuck you. Let me make you feel good. Let me help you forget all this shit you are going through, at least for a little while.”

To see her get out of the car and shoot down the avenue, knowing where she was going, ah, it was too much for him. And here they were, kissing passionately until they lost their breath. “ I love you too, my beloved gangster.” " She said after he pulled his lips away from hers to look at her. It was beautiful and romantic, but a gatiLho was triggered in him when she reminded him of who he was. He was a gangster! She was a student, a family girl, and a musician with a future ahead of her. Reality hit him like a hammer and he pushed her slowly away from him and as much as her gaze changed in a snap, as much as he knew that she loved him yes and had just stated that, he disengaged himself from t

My stomach cramps, and I wince. The titles line up on the screen. Sinfully His—an age-gap, dad’s-best-friend romance, where she gets revenge on her cheating husband and also bag’s her dad’s older hot friend. The next is some werewolf thing about mates and rejection and shit I don’t understand. Marco’s choices already have me giggling. He did this on purpose. And then another catches me: The Mafia’s Pet. Enemies to lovers. Erotica. A laugh slips out. Too pointed. Too close to home.

Seriously, how could a silly girl like me be able to kidnap a cruel mafia boss like him? But ... looking at his smile just now, it seems like he's not as cruel as people say. How can a cruel person smile so sweetly? Oh? Or am I meeting the wrong person? He is indeed Nick the Black Shadow, right? "Listen to me, sweety girl, you'll get high if you drink this, you better order something else," he said softly. Oh, his voice ... that deep, raspy, sexy voice tickled my ears. The charm of a mafia boss is truly extraordinary.

"Maybe if we find a way to give him the body of his daughter, he will stand down?" Deangelo shot daggers at Hugo. "That's bullshit! The old peasant I just finished speaking to isn't an ordinary man. He sounded like the Devil himself, from his threats to the way he spoke." The gangsters were all looking at the woman who was standing next to him earlier. She was speaking to them, translating Deangelo's message. The gangsters screamed in happiness and lifted their guns in the air, as if they were excited about going to war.

“The other is damaged goods. She can be part of one of my brothels.” Over my dead body, Santos Snr . The fury was an ugly beast inside me, but I let it ignite, let it spread. With Ella’s hand clenched in mine, we climbed the stairs, one heavy step after another. The beautiful gowns we wore hid the ugliness of the situation. It fit the mobster world though. They hid their ugliness with flash and glamor but underneath it all, these men were rotten. I glanced behind me and noted only one guard accompanied us. My neck hurt from the earlier encounter, but I ignored it.

My fingers tighten around the phone as I stare at her message, trying to make sense of it. She’s scared. Or maybe ashamed. Maybe both. She shouldn't be, not after the nights we've spent together. So that’s it? - Liam I type, my frustration seeping through. You don’t want to be seen with me because of what I do?” - Liam Her response is instant this time. I don’t hang out with boys like you, Liam. I don’t get involved with... gangsters. -Liam The word stings more than I care to admit. Gangster. I know what I am, I’m not naive about it, but hearing it from her? That’s different.

Mr Russo responded. "I'll inform him." And with that, he was out. Mr. Russo then turned to me. "I'll be right back sweetheart." He said, before heading out of the room. I laid back down, contemplating about life and how I ended up in the arms of a Don. That was the name used to refer to a master mafia. It kind of reminded me of all the romantic books I used to read but in this case, it's reality. Bored, I decided to get out of bed.