Gangster Heart Novels & Stories

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”

She saw the pieces of shattered glasses on the floor and she held her head like a crazy woman. She called up her men and gave her instruction. She was so determined to let Danielle be away from Anthony's life forever. “ I don't care on what you're going to do. I just want her dead. Is that clear?” “ Yes, miss!” The man on the other side of the phone answered with a grin on his face. His name was Marcus, one of the most wanted criminal in the country.

She wanted the illusion until it cracked, and now suddenly, I’m the monster? The glass shuddered in my grip as my jaw clenched. My throat burned with words I couldn't say, things I wanted to scream at the walls, at the ceiling, at her. But I didn’t. I kept it all inside. That’s what men like me do, we cage the fucking storm. She saw blood and turned on me like it meant more than every moment before it. Yes, I’m a gangster. And no, I’m not sorry.