Gangster Heart Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

He mumbled finally turning his head towards Lily who gulped clutching her shirt as he spoke further while keeping his eyes on her. "Yes, I am a mafia boss, I am a criminal, and a bad guy but I have a heart too. I f*e too, I get hurt too, I can love too. And I love your daughter so deeply that none of you can understand what her absence does to me. Even if it's just one glance of her face, it would be enough for me to spend a day peacefully." He again turned to Xander who couldn't find a single word to say afterwards, even Harry stayed silent staring at him. Something about him reminded of his past and it just made his heart softened a bit.

Even her damn name sounded like temptation wrapped in trouble. Soft on the tongue. Dangerous in the heart. He could still hear her voice in his head — sharp when she was annoyed, soft when she was nervous, and downright lethal when she was laughing without a care in the world. Marco paced the length of his living room like a caged animal, the city lights sprawling endlessly behind him. The king of a concrete jungle — restless, hungry — but for the first time in his life… starving for something he couldn’t just take. Mia Cruz wasn’t like the rest.

"But, we'll need Mrs Martin " "Don't worry about Blessing,I'll handle her." He fixed his jacket and stormed out… Michelle heaved and threw her head back on her chair. She liked working for the two Gangsters even in her next life she'd do anything for them. That's why she'd try anything to find the antidote for her boss. People said Gangsters are cruel and ruthless, but these two are far from that unless it's needed. ~~~

Romano's hand flew up to her mouth. "Oh my, w-what is that?" Antonio abruptly stood up and stomped one foot onto the chair. "That's a mark of the mafia. A friend of mine who used to be in the mafia told me only members who've spilled blood earn a scar like that." Spittle flying, he pointed at my nose and cursed, "Enzo Moretti, you'd better come clean—have you done time before? Did you get that scar in a mob fight?" I frowned and pulled my sleeve down to cover the scar.

He was the clandestine operative for the Bianchi Shadows, a secretive and mysterious gang known for their covert operations and manipulation of information. And then there was Gabriel Russo, whose eyes were fixed on mine. He sat very close to Deirdre. He was the leader of the Russo Ironclads, a gang known for their unrelenting pursuit of power and their ability to weather any storm. His reputation for being unbreakable in the face of adversity had earned him the nickname "Steelheart." I knew there were more adversaries present, but I didn't want to spend the night counting them. I needed to focus on the information being exchanged.

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