Gangster In Love Novels & Stories

Rocco sighed leaning against the car staring at me from outside. "You're their target. A Mafia king's weakness is always the woman he cares about, that's why most men from the underworld take mistresses but never fall in love. You on the other hand, it seems the whole underworld already knows Vincent Morano has a woman he would give anything for after that night with Donatello." My heart thudded hearing that from him. Vincent swore he would never love me, and I never expected him to. Hearing Rocco insinuate that he cared about me was unbelievable.

The only woman I loved. Natasha. We were so in love. We were glued to each other, not wanting to let go, but she did. She left without a word. She left leaving a broken me to sulk. I remembered when I didn't hear from her for over a week. I was asked not to panic. Who wouldn't panic when your girlfriend is missing? Her family played dumb with me. I went to jail for their daughters disappearance. The knock distract me from my thought. I walk to the door. Pulling it open, I see Mike standing there, looking so good in a tuxedo. His hair is gelled and combed back. He has the bad guy look.

What crime did I ever do to be in this position? If falling in love was a crime, then I was willing to accept this as a punishment. Still, I would continue to fall in love again and again, if it was Vexon. We were fated to be together and we will be every time. We had ups and downs, we argued and bickered because we knew that in the end, we would be there for each other, no matter what. So, for me, falling in love with a gang leader was not a crime. He might be the villain in many people's lives, but in my life, he was the hero. I am proud of my love, and I will always be. If God gave me the options to die or leave Vexon, I would gladly die.

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.

To see her get out of the car and shoot down the avenue, knowing where she was going, ah, it was too much for him. And here they were, kissing passionately until they lost their breath. “ I love you too, my beloved gangster.” " She said after he pulled his lips away from hers to look at her. It was beautiful and romantic, but a gatiLho was triggered in him when she reminded him of who he was. He was a gangster! She was a student, a family girl, and a musician with a future ahead of her. Reality hit him like a hammer and he pushed her slowly away from him and as much as her gaze changed in a snap, as much as he knew that she loved him yes and had just stated that, he disengaged himself from t

I repeat the question, having to hold the tears back just thinking about my father, now wasn't the time to be a baby. "Well with what your dad did, it's shocking none of your family caught on" the guy smiles, I look at him confused pulling the gun away from Morgan once again "your dad was one of the biggest criminals this country has ever seen, he put all these wannabe gangsters to shame" he smiles, but I shake my head at him my dad wasn't like that. "Your lying!" I shout, feeling my eyes begin to water as I spoke, once again the guy just laughs at me.

A town where crime was active and day time and the people who restored order to it were the drug dealers and mafia men – it was my undoing that I fell hopelessly in love with one of them – Dante D’angelo. I was at the premier of my new movie Another Chance at Love, it was a script that hit a little close to him, romanticizing a future I had imagined where I would be in his hands once again. I placed one hand on my waist and turning slightly to face the paparazzi, the sleek fabric of my dress clung to my curves, shimmering in the spotlight as I posed for the cameras.

Growing up, my life wasn’t a fairytale despite what it may have looked like, my parents were wealthy and I needed or wanted nothing but their attention, their love, and their gentleness unfortunately though those words were not in my parents vocabulary instead they used violence and had both me and my brother growing up around petty thieves and criminals which is why when I decided to leave my childhood home I promised myself that i would never get involved with anything like that ever again. “Cole Jones?” I suddenly ask in a low whisper as my eyes continue to look down at him, his smirk still present on his lips but his eyes were following my co-worker who apparently ran out without sputter

"Let's go." Luca Datero's car was a black luxury sedan. Sitting in the back seat of the expensive car wearing an expensive suit, Luca Datero looked more like a successful young businessman from Manhattan than a mafioso. Eugene inwardly sighed, recalling Valentine mentioning Luca Datero during their quasi-sexual encounter at the Long Island villa. This news would surely reach Valentine's ears, and there would inevitably be a storm when he returned.

!" The boss roared with red eyes. Alex Brown nodded calmly: "Sure, as long as I see Keira ." "Let you find that girl, do I still have a chance to live?" The gangster suddenly laughed, his expression full of hatred: "You had to bring the police! Hmph, I can't live, that girl must also die!" In extreme fear, the gangster's spirit was close to collapse, and it would not do him any good to go on like this. Alex Brown eased his attitude and reassured: "I don't want to bring the police either, it's all their fault. Right now it's just you and me, so wouldn't it be nice to make a deal while we still can and then go our separate ways?" Can the deal continue? Alex Brown picked up the money box when t