Gangster Heart Novels & Stories

They were waiting for him in the center of the warehouse. Luciano was dressed in an all-black suit, except for white gloves, which was his trademark within the mafia and which had earned him the nickname "The White Devil". In addition, he was known for his neat and clean appearance, not only to avoid leaving traces when he got rid of his victims but also because it allowed him to maintain the image of power he sought to show. Everything with him always looked impeccable and elegant. He did not like dirt and was annoyed by disorder.

What does he mean by that? "Can I take a look?" He took a step closer, and Carly quickly shrank back. "Don't come any closer." she blinked, raising her hand as if to stop him. Reed smirked, moving even closer, but his smile faded as soon as he saw a group of guys enter the store. They all wore the same letterman jackets, and he recognized them as members of a notorious gang in town. His heart started racing as they spotted him and began to approach. "It's him." one of the guys said, pointing at Reed. Reed's eyes widened.

He looks at the half heart pendent necklace he was wearing, it was given to him by his late sister ten years ago. Axton quickly hides the necklace inside his shirt, since looking at it, will only remind of the painful past he experience as a kid - a painful past that turned him into the heartless man he is now; a night he lost the two most important persons in his life - His Dad and little kid sister. *** Loud screams filled the party hall, as the mobsters party in the party hall. The strippers were already on stage, strip dancing entertaining the mobsters in the best way they clan, since that the role they play.

!" The boss roared with red eyes. Alex Brown nodded calmly: "Sure, as long as I see Keira ." "Let you find that girl, do I still have a chance to live?" The gangster suddenly laughed, his expression full of hatred: "You had to bring the police! Hmph, I can't live, that girl must also die!" In extreme fear, the gangster's spirit was close to collapse, and it would not do him any good to go on like this. Alex Brown eased his attitude and reassured: "I don't want to bring the police either, it's all their fault. Right now it's just you and me, so wouldn't it be nice to make a deal while we still can and then go our separate ways?" Can the deal continue? Alex Brown picked up the money box when t

I hiss in an intimidating manner but damn she was hardcore. "You don't scare me Dante, I was raised in the mafia. My dad is a mob boss and I know scummers like you. I might not have prove now,but I'll make sure you are brought to Justice. Watch your back" she hisses and walks away bumping into my hand. If she is going to be a problem for me I need to deal with her. But how? I know her father Enrique Infantino,the very powerful Italian business tycoon and mob boss.

The grand hall of the old Venetian villa bore the weight of generations. Marble pillars cast long shadows across the ornate floor as whispers rose and fell beneath the chandelier’s crystal glow. Seated around the long obsidian table were the most powerful leaders of the criminal underworld—an uneasy gathering of legacy, power, and lingering tension.

I ordered, ignoring the curiosity in the bartender's eyes. He nodded and turned around to get my order ready. After what felt like hours, he finally placed the five shots of whiskey on the bar table. And without thinking twice, I drank the five shots, ignoring the burning sensation in my throat. I just needed something to numb the pain for a while and that worked perfectly. I left a few dollars on the counter, walking as fast as my legs could take me. I needed to be out of here... I needed to breathe because I felt suffocated and I felt really tired.

His wife who was panicking at the beginning, shouted. Antonio closed the scroll and called the guards in to the room. Together with the queen , the king was taken to his Chambers. There , a medicine man came to treat him. “What is wrong with my husband?” The queen asked with tears rolling down cheeks. If anything happens to her husband then the kingdom would lose everything to the emperor and his cruel son. “He had a heart failure” The physician answered, pouring the Herb’s water in to the jar, he was holding. “What?” A voice asked from door A woman in her early twenties walked in to the room. She had a crown in her hand.

” Damon ~”Well then I need to go bore my ass through those sale figures. I make my way into my office. I kick off my shoes and put on a comfortable shirt and sit down behind my desk. Flipping through these reports are not killing that nagging feeling in my heart. That heart that is being played. Here I was thinking that I was playing with these women's hearts, Skye and Tajsa. But no, it is mine that they have been playing with, it is mine that they have taken and used it for whatever they saw fit. It's my heart that they been gambling with. Do I think I deserve it, no? Is it my fault, maybe for allowing them?

My soul was afloat when my breathing stopped. I watched as the doctor cut my chest open and took out my heart. He hurried out of the operating room with it. I followed without thinking and saw my brother pacing anxiously in the hallway. "Was the heart taken out? Arrange the surgery for Yvette Sinclair immediately. This transplant must succeed. Failure is not allowed!" my brother ordered. My brother, Joseph Sinclair, had the authority as the Mafia Boss, so the doctors nodded in fear.