Novel & Cerita Gangster Heart

In an abandoned warehouse, California A dark black Maybach stopped near the entrance. A person stepped out wearing a total black outfit under a long hooded court, which covered the person’s face. Seeing him, the two people on the gate bowed and opened the gate. From outside the place looked like a whole wasted site but no one would believe that this was the place where the headquarters of the most famous and dangerous mafia gang-‘THE DARK KNIGHT’ was located. The most shocking thing about this gang was that it only consisted of five members with no external support. But these five members were very dangerous and it was no surprise that the gang was on the top of the mafia list for five conse

"Emma, it was all because of this bitch. If not for her, we never would have ended up like this." As he spoke, he seized Olivia by the hair and smashed her head against the floor. Over and over, her forehead met the unforgiving ground with a sickening thud. A crimson gash split open across her delicate face. Perhaps Olivia finally realized Ryan would never let her go. She dropped the act and screamed, "Ryan, you bastard! You are no better than I am. My plan would never have worked so fast without you. "You are only doing this because you want to wash your hands clean. Let me tell you something. You can't. You're the one who killed her mother. You're the real murderer."

Not to fear. To Malik. That was the problem. She didn’t understand why he was the center of all of it, but her brain kept returning there like it had no other anchor. The gun. His voice saying her name. The way he didn’t look surprised by anything that happened on the street. Like he had already lived parts of it before. Before her. That thought tightened her chest slightly. She hated that it made sense. Not fully. But enough to scare her. “You keep saying his name in your head,” the man said suddenly.

As the doors of the church swing open, I see my worst nightmare standing there, in the flesh, at the altar. Ducio Giangrasso, a man in his forties, is a well-known sociopath who revels in the misery of others. I know this because I’ve witnessed his heartlessness firsthand. It was the day he attempted to abduct me, the same day he killed my father. He must have feared that his arrangement with Carlo Perazzo would fall apart if any of my cousins intervened. He knew Mir would eventually step in and put an end to things.

Walking towards a man that she didn't know apart from the fact that he had saved her, could she trust him. All her life she trusted men and they only betrayed her and destroyed her, what if he fell in that same category? She couldn't stay away from him for long, she had to say thanks to him. He had given her a roof to sleep under and care she had never deserved. "Damn it Gianni, how did the fucking cops get a hold on the drags. Man were going to loose millions to Russo " Marco almost yelled out of anger, he was walking on a thin thread with keeping his anger at a bay. Everything was working out like shit ever since Gaetano left for his sweet honeymoon.

My heartbeat increased as he took the first step in my direction and the voice that came of him was husked, "And that's how you get gangfvcked like a little bitch..." I gulped on noticing the slight twitch in his jaw characterized by anger. "This is New York, Senorita. You don't go running around" With each word, he approached and now he was standing up close to my face. "This is Crime City" he announced to my face. "You mean your City " I was supposed to internalize that speech but typical Sofia, I speak my thoughts before I process them. That's why I ended up with this gangster in the first place.

It snarled and growled, feral ready to snap its teeth at anything it sensed as a threat. Xander found himself that day, switching off the light to see the beast was calm. He had no idea what it was but everything screamed wrong, but he was Alexander the heartless. The most feared man in the Mafia world, he was more reputed than Estoc, he had to keep to his reputation and trained his mind to abide by it.

My lungs were struggling to catch a breath and my heart speeded up its pace; leaving me unmanageable. Why didn’t he tell me that he was going to Houston? He knows I’m from there, I don’t believe that he doesn’t know about it, He is in the Mafia and that means he knows about people. It’s not hard for people like him to find out our backstories, even if that involves killings, they will do it. These people are heartless, they have a disgust in the face of humanity. And look how easy it is for them to trick and manipulate people like me.

Zayn’s P.O.V. After exhaling a deep breath, I settled down on my large black leather chair in my office. Leading the Russian Mafia was hard, but I couldn't let all the sacrifices, training, and torture go to waste without reaching my goal. I had been in the Mafia since the incident that took place in my childhood when I was only fourteen. It had been eleven years since that incident, but I still felt the same pain even now. But one day, I would certainly find closure, and I knew what I had to do.

L U C A C R O V E T T O I Stood outside the door of the imperial suite with three of my men, my fist still clenched from the force of my knock, the manager's nervous whisper still lingered in my ear “she said she's not interested, please forgive her” He knew better, he had to plead on her behalf But I wasn't there to make a scene , I was here to get what I want. And what I wanted was that suite. Just a little escape from “ a human tragedy” the daughter of a rival mafia family “ the Barralis”