Gangster Heart Novels & Stories

I pressed down harder on the gas pedal, feeling the engine roar to life beneath me. The anger coursing through my veins was electric, igniting a fierce determination within. “Fucking bitch,” I muttered, filled with pain and resolve. I was done—too close to the edge to turn back. Pockets shifted beside me, resting his warm head on my lap, but his affection barely registered. My thoughts spiraled, emotions roiling within me. Fury coursed through me, every memory of Stacey Sherbourn slicing at my heart. I had devoted three years to her, only to uncover her lies.

“We aren't debating it, Black Fang. I'm not here to hear your rejection, you're going to do it.” “And if I decline?” “You die. Right here. In the next second, you said that again.” I swallowed heavily. The traitorous way my body reacted to his threat, I felt an indecipherable sensation surging through my spine. Somehow I couldn't seem to relax. “Who do you need me to find?” He snapped his fingers. The man behind him stepped forward and put a photo on the table with a gun. “He’s a Russian Mafia. He'll be visiting Italy soon and that's all I know. I need you to find his location when he arrives in two weeks.”

“A person like me never fears anyone! Especially, the bad guy sent from hell like…you! The angry voice said without fear. Leonard’s brow arched when hearing and seeing such a reaction from the person who sat with smooth and emotionless face a moment ago. Felt more fun and satisfied that he’s almost there, the point of breaking her. The sullen face, eyes blazed in anger, here it came… nearly there… “Well, if you’re not afraid, then why are you running away…huh?” The smooth voice said with a smirk, and that made Stella lost her cool completely. “So full of yourself Mr. Duncan! It’s not because I am afraid or anything, but it’s because I hate mafias! Gangsters who involve in Crimes and treat pe

I've decided to take away what's most important to him so that he can't hurt any more girls. Then, he turned around and strode out of the lobby to make a call. Sean stared, gaping, at the man who was on the phone outside the hospital, his entire body frozen in shock. A split second later, he turned to stare at Bonnie. "Your… Your friend? What does he do for a living?" "He's a gangster," Gwen answered before Bonnie could even open her mouth. "He's my boyfriend and the head honcho of all the gangs in Merchant City.

The gangster grinned wickedly when he sensed how weak Garren was. “Classmate? You better f*ck off before I f*ck you up. Do you know who I am?” Garren was frightened. He asked timidly, “W-who are you?” “I’m in the Empire.” As the gangster grinned, the flaps on his cheeks widened, making him look vicious. He raised his arm to display the dragon tattoo on it and said, “See this? They call me Dragon.”

I was sure that I had given myself out and that he was going to know that I wasn't really his wife. We walked into his office; he took a seat, unbuttoned his coat, and looked at his computer for a while before turning to look at me. The moment his eyes fell on me, I stopped breathing; my heart started beating fast, and I was sure he could see it from where he was seated. He is a gangster who is in the mafia. I was sure he was going to kill me and chop me up into tiny pieces, and no one is ever going to know, I thought as my grip tightened on the notepad I was holding.

He turned his gaze towards Max, and it was as if he carried the secrets of the world within his eyes, a knowledge that transcended their shared past. ** In the shadowy underworld of the city, Francisco was a name that sent shivers down spines. As the leader of the gangsters, he ruled with an iron fist, his reputation preceding him wherever he went. He was ruthless, callous, and unapologetic in his pursuit of power and control. Killing, drug dealing, property jacking, money heists, and drug supply were all part of his dark repertoire. Francisco's reach extended even to the corridors of power, where he subtly manipulated the government to serve his interests.

“You'd be leaving for Italy. Your mission is to infiltrate Capo Dante's 'Ndrangheta.” My face was blank, completely emotionless after his words. The New York Italian Mafia had relatively been at peace for the past few years. Steering clear of each other's path. Why then did he want me to- “The King of Hearts has been stolen.” He sighed, and that finally got a reaction from me. “How?” I intertwined my fingers together, leaning back on the chair. “We don't know. But we all know how powerful the 'Ndrangheta is.” He continued.

Aiden turned the computer screen slightly so that Chloe can see the screen too, he opened a file on the screen showing it to Chloe. "This is Charles Gambino, the Gambino Family will be our space goats." If there are any murders of high-profile people, then it is surely the murderer is sent from the Gambino Family. They receive murder contracts around the world, they do not care who the contractor is until they receive the money. They also keep the contractor's profile a secret, the victim's status doesn't matter to them, whether it's a politician, a CEO, a police officer, or a common man who doesn't own anything. If they receive the money, then the person will surely meet the grim reapers so

“Whst happened when you were in the Mafia? And why does everyone want you dead?” He sighed and sat down on the chair close to the bed, “I've done many bad things Emily, I've killed people, stepped on toes in ways you can't even imagine, some of them were unjust.” He paused and took a deep breath. “The day I parted from that life, a number of men were held by a gang then headed by a Fernaz, we called him the black heart because of how wicked he was.” Dad leaned back in the chair.