Gangster Heart Novels & Stories

Kicking it in I toss a bloody heart in front of the restrained man, his eyes widen as fear fills them. "P-please! I'll do anything." The same begging I got from plenty of other wanna be gangsters and mob bosses. "You guys fucked up my face." Taking a pack of cigs out and bringing one to my lips, leaving some blood on the carton and cig. "I'm sorry! I'm really sorry." He shouted, fighting against his restraints. "You're a weak, insignificant man… and I'm gonna cut your heart out." Blowing out a cloud of smoke I hand the cig off to Axe.

I’d love that. —How charming. —Hehe, you started it. —Kate hugged him tighter and kissed his chest—. How do you feel? Does anything hurt? —My heart. —Why? Do you feel a sharp pain or something? —My heart hurts because I gave myself to a mafioso... I was weak. —But that mafioso loves you, sweetheart. —Still, I’m scared. —Don’t be. That mafioso learned his lesson. Just give him a chance. —Kate opened her eyes.

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.

Seeing that he was determined, I cried out right then, "I'm not saying no, Cain. But I only have ten drops of heartblood, and you already took nine. I'll die if you take the last drop too!" My words were earnest, but he sighed, clearly not listening. "You don't have to be afraid," he told me instead. "And don't try to fool me—I know how precious heartblood is to members of the Wisteria clan. Be good now… This is the last time." He leaned down, kissing my forehead before getting to his feet. When he did, he did a double take as his gaze reached my chest. It was riddled with holes—a gruesome sight of new cuts overlapping with old. On top of that, the wound from the last time he stabbed me had

My heart pounded as I struggled, but he was stronger, pinning me with ease. “Relax,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. “I’m not going to hurt you.” That wasn’t the problem. The problem was the way my skin burned where he touched me. The way my pulse betrayed me, racing like I actually liked this—like I wanted to know what he’d do next. I clenched my jaw. Get a grip, Zara. He is a fucking Mafia King. A heartless bastard who had killed more than a hundred lives, a jackass who wouldn't hesitate to kill me once he found out my true aim.

He drugged me. My heart hammered against my chest as I shot up but I felt sore all over, but that was the least of my worries now. Realizing I was no longer in Nexus club. I could be easily kidnapped in the club and they won't bat an eye as long as Luca Santoro did it. The room was unfamiliar, but it screamed wealth and power– two things I had no business being around. The walls were deep, muted gray with paintings that probably worth more than I make a year.

The policeman asked, “Just let us know what you want. If you have any difficulties, the police will definitely help you. Don’t go down this road.” Anna also said in horror, “Do you want money? I can give it to you. As long as you let me go, I will give you any amount of money you wish for.” “Bah, I don’t want money! I want a wife!” These words made her bewildered. ‘What is he saying?’ The police were also perplexed, “What did you say?” The gangster said, “You all think that I am poor and ugly. There is not even a woman who would look up to me. I am almost forty now and I have never had a relationship with a woman before. Do you know how much suffering I have been through?”

Was he thinking about doing something else? I should've thought about that before coming up here. "Of course, I did. But you don't just jump off to your part of the deal so quickly." He said that as if I should've known. "Don't you know the manners of a conversation?" Maybe he was secretly a psychopath. After all, he was the gang leader here, walked around with a gun, was against his own brother. What didn't make him a psychopath? Same goes for Caden then.