Novel & Cerita Gangster Heart

But I need to do it. If you do, they wanted me to call me crazy because of this mindset? Well, you're free to call me that. You can even slap me because I deserve that. I don't want to see him broken but I still want to continue my plan. MISSION: BREAK MY BOYFRIEND'S HEART. But... But how to break a heart? How to break his heart, I can't break his heart just like that, I love him so damn much… Suddenly, I saw Charles' face flashing in my mind…

” 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?

A teacher beating up a student? What if Dani and Yuri would get a hint that her tutor's a gangster?

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.

A life is at stake here! His words left me dumbfounded and hurting, like I had my heart gouged out too. I held Stan's photo tightly against myself, but no matter how hard I gripped it, it wasn't filling the hole in my chest. "A life is at stake?" I laughed wryly, before snapping coldly, "When he just went missing for hours?! My dear Stan had an accident and then got his heart taken away! So I guess some lives are more at stake than the others?!"

I swiftly stowed my phone away in my bag and navigated the streets with utmost care. My heart raced in my chest, its frantic beats demanding my attention. Placing a hand on my pounding chest, I tried to decipher its cryptic message. "Lucas Gambino!" His name echoed in my ears, sending a shiver down my spine. The fear of encountering him again loomed in my mind, even the darkness seemed to carry his presence. I scanned my surroundings, searching for any hidden cameras. Lucas Gambino was capable of anything. As the Mafia Lord, he had an endless web of connections that could spell danger.

It's time to focus on my work. I put back the lingerie in my pocket and stormed out of my suite. Black roll Royce cars were lined up outside with men in black, waiting for me. Their Boss , Caspar Mcadam, the money laundering Mafia King. The god of the American underworld. I'm the symbol of danger, blood and death...no human being in their sanity would like to cross their paths with me... I'm a ruthless man with no mercy feelings. People call me Psychopath killer... and some say I'm a heartless beast! And they're correct with it.

The way things is going, I don't know Tell me why are we so blind to see That the ones we hurt are you and me Been spending most their lives Living in a gangsta′s paradise Been spending most their lives Living in a gangsta's paradise Keep spending most our lives " He sent me to kill you," Jake confessed as he stood up and left the room. Living in a gangsta′s paradise Keep spending most our lives Living in a gangsta's paradise Power and the money, money and the power Minute after minute, hour after hour Everybody′s running but half of them ain't lookin' What′s going on in the kitchen? But I don′t know what's cookin′ They say I gotta learn but nobody's here to teach me

A man with a heart and emotions was never allowed to live in his dark world, if anyone wanted to join his gang, they had to be heartless just like him. He was raised to become Capo, to rule without mercy, to dish out brutality without a second thought. He was raised to break others. His childhood was like a blur but all he remembered from his past was harshness, brutality, blood, and screams. When a black sheep was spotted in his gang, he acted fast to hunt him down and killed him with brutality and then saved his people but it seemed to be too late. All his subordinates were taken down by the police, some cowards surrendered while some bravely took the bullet in the fight, leaving only one

It was as if he hadn’t just walked in on me exposed, trembling, Zander’s hand working between my thighs. “Boss,” the man said flatly. “The Blackheart cartel is planning to retaliate. They’re moving tonight.” Cartel. The word echoed in my head like a scream. My stomach dropped. Cartel? My mind raced, piecing everything together. This man who had killed someone that night, the violence, and the danger. He wasn’t just cruel. He was involved in a cartel? Mafia cartel? My blood ran cold as fear knotted in my chest. What had I gotten myself into?