Romans & histoires Gangster Love Poems For Him

There was a promise in his tone, a fierce dedication to shield her from the realities he lived day-to-day. “But you’re a part of it too,” she whispered, her heart thumping, resonating with the connection they shared even amidst the ambivalence. “How can I reconcile the love I feel for you with the life I know you lead?” He paused, his expression earnest as he searched for the right words. “What I do, I do to keep you safe. I make the hard decisions so you don’t have to. You have seen glimpses of who I am, but there’s another side to me, too. I’m not just a mafia boss. I’m also someone who wants to love and protect the woman I adore.” His gaze turned fierce, almost primal in its intensity, as

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.

she replied. “Are you a convicted criminal?” He launched the first question. She smiled. “I am a convict of love,” she replied, grating on my nerves. The host paused, clearly taken aback by her answer. “Have you ever been in love, Nick?” she asked. He chuckled, attempting to steer her back to the question, but she interrupted him. “Love was my crime. I spent four years in a maximum security prison because I was foolishly in love.” “I don’t understand,” the host said.

Ghan! "You have always been the girl I love, I wasn't able to fall in love because it's you always in my heart, I have loved no other but you, I didn't tell you, because you were madly in love with Derrick, that good for nothing idiot, I try to bottle it up because your happiness is more important than mine..." "I appreciate" He responded with a nod then continued. "Now that you and Derrick are no longer dating and your Marriage with Dante is all a make-up one, I thought that I have a chance with you. Will you be my woman?"

Great asked. "Never mind." "Okay, I'll be waiting in the sitting room," Great said and walked out. As soon as he left the kitchen, a got another text from the man on Halloween night, Raymond who was beside me saw the poem, and read it aloud, My love, You work joy in my heart, You are my drug, for I can't go a second without thinking of you. You own me, for my breath counts on your heart. My fingers itch for your flawless skin to pleasure in warmth-loving, and to taste the furnace of your charm.

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.

He would kill Six in a heartbeat, and only heaven knew what he would do to me. I looked away. “You don’t get it, do you? I don’t want to be here. When I imagined growing up and falling in love and getting married, I didn’t imagine it would be to a mobster.” That was true. Love did have a sick way of playing games, didn’t it?

He’s the man who’s made me cry countless times, but he’s also the one who makes me laugh wholeheartedly—who brings boundless joy to my soul. He’s the man who once shattered my heart, yet he’s also the one who pieced it back together. And now, as he holds me tightly, caressing, kissing, and loving me in a way no one else ever could, all I can think is… This man—the only one who loves me possessively and obsessively to the point of madness. He is the one and only Demetrius Sylvestre Jr., the ruthless Mafia Boss feared by many. Yet to me, he’s simply the man who loves me more than anything in this world.

I pleaded. “I won’t. That will never happen. I will come back to you whole.” “Promise?” “Promise,” he said, kissing my forehead. I held him tightly, and he held me just as tight. Oh God, please guide him. “I love you, honey. Always remember that. You’re loved by a ruthless, merciless, devil of a Mafia Lord who’s deeply in love with you.”

“Because I choose to be.” His breath changed. “Ava.” “I don’t love your power,” I said. “I don’t love your money, your guards, your name, or the way everyone moves when you enter a room.” He went very still. “I love the man who came for me when he could barely stand. I love the man who put his hand on my stomach and apologized to his sister. I love the man who is terrified of being broken because he thinks love only counts if he can bleed for it.”