Romans & histoires Gangster Heart

He however raised a brow, narrowing slits at Antonio's untouched drink. Antonio offered a lopsided smile. “Aw, c’mon, we were just making jokes—I'd never think of that.” “Your heart or brain, you mean,” Cardoza teased, lifting the glass. “Last time I checked—the heart of a gangster is a weave of sins, I won't be surprised by the brain” Without objection, Antonio grabbed the glass and gulped down its content at a go. “Satisfied?” He scowled, tossing the glass behind him.

I followed suit, revealing myself to his burning gaze. “Well, let her,” I replied as our lips met, the world outside fading away. At that moment, nothing else mattered—nothing except the here and now. To love a gangster is to embrace the unknown, to be ready to cross every boundary, to stand firm even when the world seems against you. "I love you, my gangster," I whispered between kisses, my voice filled with pride. He paused, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze filled with a longing that mirrored my own, an unspoken promise of forever.

"You know that you are my favourite client, I will please you first and then I will look after the others" "I told you I like exclusivity. Get back to work, or you'll lose another client". "I thought there was something between us!" The stripper looked at him hopefully, waiting for an answer. The Machiavellian smile made Enrico's face somber, it was obvious he didn't care. The stripper knew that gangster had a heart of stone, but she still liked Enrico. "I can give you that massage you like!" She tried to seduce him with her honeyed voice.

Tabitha thought. Keith made Tabitha nervous and shooking her feelings. Tabitha must have been crazy to let him into the house. A Jackson is not to be trusted. Hadn't she seen how terrible Ethan Jackson was behind his charms? She had to get Keith out of her life. But how? Keith Jackson is too handsome and well-spoken. Tabitha thought those traits were far more dangerous than Ethan's. Tabitha had to attend a party her neighbors were throwing as a courtesy since she was new to the neighborhood.

“Stop pretending. How could you? I trusted you? I'm taking you in.” The next thing they all heard was a gunshot and a scream of pain. A body thudded to the floor. “Damn! You crazy or something?! You killed a cop!” The gangster sounded agitated. “So what?” “You fuckin' Gulden dwellers. You don't know how hard the cops breathe down on us when one of theirs goes kaput.” “He might have backup around the corner! The deal is off.” “Wait a doggone minute! I got this pretty stash of cash here 'cause someone told me I'm gonna get some narcs. I'm not leaving here without it!”

"Boss, our recent gun shipment got sabotaged." "What?" I yelled, enraged. "Who was stupid enough to do something like that?" "I've already put my men on it, and we managed to catch one of the men who was responsible." Giovanni said. "He's a member of the Blood Crust gang." "Blood Crust?" I replied, confused. The Blood Crust gang was one of the biggest gangs in South LA. Why would they do something so reckless? Were they trying to trigger a war, or were they just trying to piss me off?

“Depends. Are you planning on making it easy for me this time?” Lorenzo looked up, his dark eyes locking onto hers. “Twice now you’ve put a knife in me. You do realize that most people don’t get away with stabbing me once, let alone twice?” He stood. Elena crossed her arms, willing herself to remain put. “You seemed to survive just fine.” He took a step closer, his gaze intense. “Why are you here Ms. Romano? Haven’t you heard of the Mafia code, paying back whatever measure we are giving, good or bad?”

“The one who follows him around.” I scoffed with anger. “I do not follow him around.” “Look little girl.” Just as I was about to protest. She pressed her long manicure nail on my lips, swiftly making me swallow my own words. “Alex Bianchi is a billionaire with a status. Who are you? Some random girl from the streets? He’ll fuck you once, maybe twice if you are lucky but in the end he’ll come to someone like me, someone who understands him and someone in his league. Got it?”

In an abandoned warehouse, California A dark black Maybach stopped near the entrance. A person stepped out wearing a total black outfit under a long hooded court, which covered the person’s face. Seeing him, the two people on the gate bowed and opened the gate. From outside the place looked like a whole wasted site but no one would believe that this was the place where the headquarters of the most famous and dangerous mafia gang-‘THE DARK KNIGHT’ was located. The most shocking thing about this gang was that it only consisted of five members with no external support. But these five members were very dangerous and it was no surprise that the gang was on the top of the mafia list for five conse

"Emma, it was all because of this bitch. If not for her, we never would have ended up like this." As he spoke, he seized Olivia by the hair and smashed her head against the floor. Over and over, her forehead met the unforgiving ground with a sickening thud. A crimson gash split open across her delicate face. Perhaps Olivia finally realized Ryan would never let her go. She dropped the act and screamed, "Ryan, you bastard! You are no better than I am. My plan would never have worked so fast without you. "You are only doing this because you want to wash your hands clean. Let me tell you something. You can't. You're the one who killed her mother. You're the real murderer."