Novel & Cerita Gangster Heart

GANGSTER #1: "Well, we are not hiring anyone new here in town. And as you can see, you're stepping on our turf. So you're going to have to pay our nominal fee if you want to make it out of here alive. It's simple, just hand over the girl and no one gets hurt. You can understand that right? Dantzler: "Okay...I tried to do this nicely." (He puts the stack of flyers he was carrying into the messanger bag slung over his shoulder and places the bag down on the ground. He gets himself low to the ground; similar to that of a wolf ready to hunt.)

Paying gangs, bribing cops, promising blood and riches to anyone who carried his banner. The bastard wasn’t planning a deal. He was planning a war. And the city didn’t even know. We ducked into a diner when the sky turned gray. Coffee, eggs, bacon we didn’t touch. Both of us hunched in the booth, maps spread under greasy plates. Thomas stabbed his fork at Pier 19’s spot on the map. “This is the heart. He’s pulling the strings from here.” “Then we cut the heart out.” He barked a laugh. “Simple. Just waltz in and knife the king.”

He’s big, dangerous, and completely obsessed with me. Saxon isn’t the kind of guy you bring home to the folks–not that I have any. As the leader of the biker gang, “The Heartless Bastards,” he has fists like cannonballs, a dark past, a body covered in scars, and lips that whisper secrets I shouldn’t want to hear. When he sets his sights on something, he takes it. And now, he’s got his sights on me.

"They're a mafia organization affiliated with Crimson Eagle Industries, the competitor to Gil's. These men run the dark of the world. They handle all the 'business' that Crimson Eagle might need to stay off the books. Brutal, connected, loyal only to one man.” Flipping myself back down, I saw the pictures again, flipping through them until my fingers landed on the final shot. I almost let it drop when I gazed on the face in it—man with keen eyes, cocky nearly arrogant grin—and so powerful and ruthless; yet so familiar, gave me chills. It was him. Thorne Crimson.

"You know, Grandpa used to think that I was chicken enough to handle the mafia and that you were bolder with a black heart and that you could burn in a fire without getting burnt. He underrated me beyond imagination and made me emerge as the fiercest. The black heart. Well, I had to cope with that and I am still coping. When you started ruling as the mafia lord, it was good and I thought you were going to be better than Grandpa Cantour himself. I thought you were going to bring those fucking Australian lords to your feet, though you did, you fell in love with a Delilah, Lily. Black Heart fell in love. So funny! Lily was pretty and she seemed like the perfect girl for my brother but the first

Liam said, looking at Ashley with serious eyes. "Don't worry, I won't do anything to fuck this up for you. Who do you think I am?" "The daughter of Richard Valencia, who is the most cunning person in the business industry, You can't blame me for being cautious; I still don't know why you created the scandal or what your ulterior motive is. Know this though; I am going to ruin your life and make you so miserable if you ruin this for me, so whatever it is you and your father are planning, don't forget you signed a contract." He said it with so much venom.

She said and he sighed. “Am a gangster, am a mafia guy, I do dirty works with Russians, I kill people, not intentionally though, only those that mess with me, I smuggle drugs and guns but I don't do drugs, in short am a bad person, that is the way I make my money, my companies and different investments are just like a cover up for all, am really sorry I didn't tell you all this while, please don't leave me.” Eddy rushed his words and stared at her to see her facial expression and it was blank, he couldn't tell how she was feeling.

Orion Ciscar. The leader of the rival gang that had killed my mother My mind wandered back to the past, to a time when I was young and naive. It was a time before my mother was killed before my world was turned upside down. I had grown up in a tough neighborhood filled with rival gangs. The leader of the gang that opposed ours was Matteo Ciscar. He was a fierce and ruthless man, feared by everyone in the neighborhood. He had a reputation for being cunning and merciless, and my father's gang was no match for him.

"I-I'm sorry, Mrs. Larkin Senior. There's been a misunderstanding. Tonight wasn't—" "Misunderstanding? Oh, it's definitely a misunderstanding." Betty's gaze turned sharp. "Ms. Stanton, you've got a steel-plated ego. You actually had the nerve to propose to my granddaughter-in-law's husband right in front of her. What is this, Ms. Stanton? Are you trying to get Jayson charged with bigamy?" Nancy's face went sheet-white. She never imagined Betty would be so blunt. The entire room sucked in a breath at those words.

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.