Novel & Cerita Gangster Heart

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.

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."

Casting the loud crowd a rueful look, she tipped her head to her side for whoever was to walk her down. Wasn't it her favourite shop keeper…, Monica grinned when she sighted Braxton approach her with a smug face, "Isn't it the man I used to steal from?" "Shameless lady," he replied, not minding the fact the future duchess was the one he was talking to. Harbouring a fake glower, he heartily volunteered to father the lady who'd robbed him of everything…including peace. But the deed she had used as a compensation had made him smile.

“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.

"So you formed the Saints." "I gathered men who had their own reasons to hate the Diamondbacks. Diesel lost his daughter to their drugs—she was fourteen when she overdosed on their poison. Viper's sister was one of the kids they trafficked; she killed herself two years later because she couldn't live with what they'd done to her. Ghost's parents were murdered when they witnessed a Diamondback execution." Each revelation added another layer to the complexity of the situation. These weren't just criminals fighting over territory—they were damaged men seeking vengeance for unforgivable crimes. Raven felt a kinship with them that she hadn't expected, a recognition of shared pain and determinatio

My entire mind at that moment was blown the heck away, as I knew about his whole painting issue, damn I even took him for the therapy once, but I would have never thought, it was because he painted about gay sex. Does he even realize how much danger this puts him out too, especially someone like me, who is basically looking for every inch of damage I could get to ruin his father. I sighed out softly, running my fingers through my hair, as my mind and soul became both conflicted and immensely joyful at this news right here. I mean, this was it, the perfect hook we could use to pull the Morello's down for good, this alone would certainly make for a perfect threat as we begin our next stock att

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.

I messed around with all of his shipment and was the one that killed in his club relentlessly and managed to outsmart the polygraph test. Moreover, his face when he realizes the one that he killed with no hesitation is alive. The person that managed to make him happy even if it was for such a short amount of time. The person that made him overcome his fears. The person told him that she loved him but left coldly. I thought everyone had a heart but I was wrong. Dead fucking wrong. He was an icy cold, remorseless, guilt-free mafia boss, and good for him; he has what it takes to become the best in the underground but at what cost? He lost me and if it weren’t for Angelo I would be six feet unde

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”