Gangster Love Poems For Him Novels & Stories

I smile, my cheeks flushing with the pleasure of knowing I am leaving while he still wants me. “Thank you,” I speak in between my breath. “I had a great time dancing with you.” He smiles. He is not that cute. I am not falling for that. What was I thinking? That I would bring out the old version of me and the old me to resurface without coming along with all the package of feelings buried with them. I still feel him through all my justification modes in my head. He is not worth it…. He is too young for me... He is too dangerous for me... God; he is into the Mafia.

Rose is red My love is too. Red like your cheeks When you blush, when I stare at you. You don't know though Who I am. A lover, A stalker, An admirer. But I'll forever stay yours And you'll forever stay mine. Let God help them Whoever comes in between. Because I won't let them Steal my thing. Don't tell anyone about this, my love, Because then you will lose whomever you love. Your submission is what I want

Now, she was with him, the one she loved and was fated to love her, given by the One above. “I must say Someone planned on dropping my passport all along, for you to pick it up,” she said, caressing his face. “He must love both of us for us to meet in such a circumstance,” he agreed, beaming at her lovingly. “I can’t complain as I’m lucky it was you, Harman.” “I can say the same, iubirea mea. After all, I was destined for you to stop playing games with men. But tonight, we’ll both play to our hearts’ content!” he said, kissing her once more until she was panting and sweating again.

'Valentine,' people murmured the blonde man's nickname. Angelo Casani, whose face had visibly hardened, quickly relaxed his expression and greeted Valentine. A smile of joy appeared on the face of Angelo Casani as he looked at his enemy, and his black eyes emitted a strangely eerie light. The father of the deceased was genuinely pleased that Valentine would be the sacrifice that would start the war between Belmonte and Luciano.

He bought it, planning to give it to me as a wedding gift. But after hearing what I said that day, he knew he had no right to intrude on my life anymore. He suddenly remembered the message I had relayed to him through my lawyer—"With my heart long dead, where does love belong?" It was then that he finally understood how it felt to have his heart broken. For the past few days, Jacob had been dreaming about me falling off a cliff. But the only difference was that this time, he had become the murderer. He figured this had to be karma. Yet, he was willing to accept this punishment.

He had spoken promises I never thought anyone would make to me, and then he followed them up with actions that shook me to my core. And then there were his words. Three simple words. Spoken in that velvety Italian accent, rich and thick with emotion. I love you. How was it possible that a man like Dante Gallo—dangerous, powerful, ruthless—could love me? I was his opposite in so many ways. I wasn’t tough. I wasn’t bold or mysterious. I couldn’t protect anyone. I could barely protect myself.

“He may seem charming, Aida, but he’s actually a dangerous mobster, and I am sorry I had to say that. His untamed essence, his deep engagement in that world... It’s not something that allows for genuine feelings or love. It must be just an obsession, nothing more.” “He is a mobster, dear, but I raised him and I know what kind of man he is. I won’t deny that his lifestyle and the darkness that surrounds him can be terrifying. There’s something more to his attraction towards you that goes beyond all those things. He may be a mobster, but that doesn’t mean he’s immune to feeling this way. You don’t know him like I do, so believe me when I say something has changed in him!” “Love? A mobster lovi

The man who held me like I was a fragile package to be handled with care. That man was a killer. And somehow, I had fallen in love with him.

"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.

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.