Novel & Cerita Gangster Heart

I had been stabbed in the chest ten times, and I was used to it this time. Cain moved quickly and steadily cut through my chest despite his shaking hands, not leaving much flesh or blood. Soon, he chanted an incantation which protected both hearts, and swapped their places. When his heart entered my chest, my whole body shuddered, and my head suddenly felt clear. As my chest rapidly closed itself, I suddenly realized that things I didn't understand before were abruptly clear. Beside me, Cain put my Bleeding Heart that was beating relatively slowly into his chest.

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.

I told him. "Yeah sure. Only you could calm him down right now, a trip to the red room didn't" The red room being the torture room, I would never even go there if given a million dollar, Damien is really heartless! torturing rogues in the cruelest way you could imagine. "Fine. Just manage to hold him down okay" I begged. "Me? No way. I love my life but I think Daniel doesn't" "Daniel has a mate. So you do it, who knows your mate might find you soon, as soon as you stop being a dick" I rolled my eyes then hang up, coming face to face to the shell shock guy standing in front of me.

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.

It is personal. And I was also aware that it is enough reason to get taken off the case, but I would make sure no one found out my history with Damien Salvatore. I didn’t miss the way my heart stuttered in my chest, the stupid organ still held on to seventeen year old Damien and couldn’t bring itself to harden against him. It was the exact reason I was going into this with brains and not my heart. He left, and I was a nobody back then. I would show him how I have become someone, someone capable of bringing him down.

he asked, his tone almost pleading. “I can’t tell my heart who to love,” she said simply, her voice steady despite the chaos. “He kidnapped you! How could you love him?” Diego spat, his anger flaring. “You just know,” she replied, her gaze unwavering. “My heart beats for him now. Not you.” Diego stared at her for a long moment, the gun trembling in his hand. Finally, he lowered it, his shoulders slumping. Without another word, he turned and walked away.

I stopped my stern gaze at the gangster boys as I watched the leader who seemed to be in his early fifties, he took off his sunglasses and I recognized him at once. Unknowingly, I raised my hand pointing the gun toward him while his men did the same to me and Bernard. Even if I were to die in their midst, I was sure I would kill more than half of the gangsters along with me before dying but my target right now was Mr. Taylor, standing broadly and majestically at my front. My parents' murderer! And my sister's. "Ciao, Abramo." He called with an American accent and I could understand my dream at once, he was the fucking ass sucker who named me that. I thought distastefully gazing at him.

My hand froze on the remote. The screen shifted to CCTV footage—it was a gunfire exchange like a scene straight out of a movie. I could barely make out the details… until I saw a tall man in a black shirt and suit jacket fighting in the chaos. His face was not shown but it clicked for me. My head turned around slowly to look at the man currently on my couch. “…reports suspect the mob leader of the notorious Nero Syndicate was severely injured during the exchange...” Leader. Syndicate. The words echoed over and over.