Gangster Heart Novels & Stories

It was as if he hadn’t just walked in on me exposed, trembling, Zander’s hand working between my thighs. “Boss,” the man said flatly. “The Blackheart cartel is planning to retaliate. They’re moving tonight.” Cartel. The word echoed in my head like a scream. My stomach dropped. Cartel? My mind raced, piecing everything together. This man who had killed someone that night, the violence, and the danger. He wasn’t just cruel. He was involved in a cartel? Mafia cartel? My blood ran cold as fear knotted in my chest. What had I gotten myself into?

It has to be. The room seemed to spin as Reynolds continued. “The crime shows he was part of thesmuggling operation. Not just a part—he’s the head. He has an association. The Black Heart. You might be thinking it’s a cultist group. You’re not entirely wrong. But it’s far more dangerous than that.” My heart thundered so loudly I could hear it in my ears. “Ethan is the son of Moretti Cross,” Reynolds added. “The… dead mafia politician?” I whispered aloud, my body trembling, Shit. I wasn’t supposed to say that. My voice betrayed me before I could stop it.

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.

His slicked hair indicated that he came from a higher class, or at least someone with a big influence. Out of nowhere, Mick stepped forward and greeted the mafia boss as if he had known him for some time, "Greetings, Sir Gerald. I'm Mick, and I will bring a heart donor for you." "Sir Gerald, my name is Patrick and I'm willing to give my daughter's heart for you." As soon as he was seated, Gerald let out a heavy sigh, a combination of his deteriorating heart and the way his guests acted. Not wanting to make his heart ache and kept the meeting short, Gerald spoke, "very well, show me the donor."

“You could’ve at least— “ “Listen, young man, you are very lucky that I’m not a callous person. I’ve been painted as a bad bitch and yes I am a bad bitch, I won’t even deny that. In this institution, a woman won’t go far if they’re not a bad bitch. But one thing’s for sure, I’m not a heartless person.” “W-what about Mr. Huang?” I asked suddenly remembering about the old man who owned the store that I just robbed.

Heart racing She could not sleep, but keep staring at the ceiling all through the night, she could not concentrate on anything, she was glad he didn’t even bother to press her, they eat out before going home that night and she only pick on her food, he got her some drugs on their way home and even forced her to take them and she felt bad to see him worry so much about her. “Could it be something you ate?” He keep asking and she realised she just had to keep playing along, when they got home that night, she had a shower and fell on the bed , they observe their Salah on the way and thus, they got nothing to do but to sleep.

The anger in me boiled and I could feel my body vibrate. “Who gave the order?” I questioned as flashes of the ugliest scene I had ever seen flashed before my eyes. Like what sort of monster kills a suckling baby? “The Italian Mafia Don, he goes by the name Ghost and that is because no one has been able to detect who he is” “I am going to kill him, and all that he holds dears. If I meet him dead, I will dig up his corpse and kill him again” I said, in rage. “You have to be careful so as not to blow your cover, word on the street says that he has trigger happy fingers. He shows no mercy to anyone who crosses him”

Who would have thought he's part of the people who made her life miserable? "Good morning Miss Guerrero. I'm sorry if you've been waiting for long." He said softly. Eva stood up with a smile and shook his hands. "Not at all Mr Acosta. I just got here too." Leonardo is once again staring at her beautiful face. She just had this killer smile that can melt anyone. "Have a seat Miss Guerrero." He offered. Eva sat back down, she maintained her smiling face even though she is feeling so much anger and hatred inside. She doesn't want to do anything that will ruin her plans.

Her body stiffened instantly as she stared at me in terror. I couldn't be bothered to say another word. I waved my hand dismissively. "Mr. Chance, before nightfall, I want to see news headlines of them begging on the streets. Let them finally fulfill the wish I made back then." Oswald paused for a moment, then understood immediately. "Yes, Mr. Guzman." … That evening, on the busiest commercial street in the city center, an eye-catching scene appeared.

But I need to try. * * * * * * * * * By the time I reach her gate, my palms are sweaty, and my heart feels like it’s beating out of my chest. I stand there for a moment, staring at the metal gate as if it is the only thing standing between me and redemption. My hand shakes as I finally knock.