Romans & histoires I Always Wanted To Be A Gangster

“Highs where I feel invincible. Where I take risks, get aggressive, act without thinking. And then lows. Dark, crushing lows. Where everything feels hollow. Useless.” I stared at him, unsure what to say. “I’m not telling you this for pity,” he said. “I’m telling you because you deserve to know who I really am. Not just the gang leader. Not just the man who brought you here. But this—this mess.” He took a deep breath.

"I already told you that. You're the one who offered yourself to me as a 'payoff', so yeah... I don't want my stuff with anyone else." Angie grumbled and elbowed Maxime hard in the waist. Maxime was shocked. "What the hell?" "How dare you call me stuff!" "Oh? You still call yourself a person? Okay, let me tell you something, what kind of human would willingly give themself up to an unknown gangster just for a news story?"

I said I need some time to think, but I want to take a shower and take off those dirty clothes. "You already know what you need to do. "Do you want to marry a woman who hasn’t changed clothes in two days?" Livia raised an eyebrow. She just wanted to stay out of that moldy basement for a few hours. "Let me take a shower, I need clean clothes." Enrico was silent, no one dared to face him like that. "Is that how gangsters treat women?" She looked at Enrico. " I thought mobsters were more religious and took good care of their families.

“I’ve always dreamed of being a king.” Tamrin raises an eyebrow. “A king?” I nod slowly, still watching the city. “Yeah. Ever since I was a kid, I wanted more. I wanted power, control. I wanted to build something bigger than myself.” I finally turn to look at her, my smile sharp but unreadable. “Does that sound crazy?” She hesitates for half a second before shaking her head. “I mean… I guess not. Everyone wants to be something big, right?” I chuckle again, softer this time. “Exactly.”

His words didn't surprise me at all. I nodded, knowing that the butler would follow me wherever I went. This life of luxury? It felt more like a scene from a telenovela or one of those fictional novels I used to read. A poor girl suddenly becomes rich overnight, marries the most powerful mobster, and falls in love. Why do stories like that exist? Why do they make me laugh? There's no such thing as a smooth love story like that. Just look at me—once prosperous, now drowning in debt. And here I was, married to the son of a wealthy family because I needed this marriage.

"I was in senior high school when I didn't know what to do in life. All my classmates were busy preparing for college but me? I was still stuck. All my life, I had followed my father's dream for me. I went to business high school because he wanted me to. I came with him on his overseas trips because he wanted me to get exposed to managing, meeting and dealing with prospect business partners. I was never happy but I could not disobey him. He's my father after all. One winter night, I was just walking at The City Square. My thoughts were as heavy as the falling snow until I heard a beautiful song...

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.

For her sake, I must resist the temptation to indulge in my desires, as it would lead to a future filled with danger and despair. Damn it! I was a mobster, not some small-time crook! The empire I had built was one that struck fear into the hearts of all who opposed it. I focused my chosen path on asserting dominance rather than showing love and compassion. The man I had become was in a constant struggle with the man I once was, and this battle shaped every aspect of my life.

That other shop, it's one that I stole an apple from when I was really hungry, this whole city has stood witness to me being broke and homeless, but there's also the other side of me falling in love with Aspen, the place where we shared our tenth kiss, our first kiss was in private. "You kids!" a woman yelled at us after we scared the pigeons yet again, but what else do you expect from two littles? It's what I used to do before I found Aspen too, I know I show off as a bad mafia guy, I was a gangster since I was thirteen I think, but I was always a little, and this side of me demanded to come out and have fun, I can't keep on denying it. "Run," I tell Ashlynn never letting go of her hand, no

“Of course they did. They wanted to be gangsters because they’re sexy, tough, and cool. Which is what I thought you wanted to be. Just like your father.” “When did I ever say that?” Raven said nothing and shrugged in confusion. “I didn’t.” Dominic said.