Loyalty Love Gangster Quotes Novels & Stories

Dinara’s hand tightened on her fork, her knuckles white. I leaned forward, dropping my voice low, intimate, like we were sharing some sacred truth. “And I believed him. I still do. Loyalty is everything. Without loyalty, there is no family. Without loyalty, there is no us.” I smiled at both of them, but it wasn’t warmth. It was sharp. Deadly. The room was suffocating. I set my glass down and laced my fingers together. “So, tell me,” I asked softly, eyes flicking between the two of them, “what do the two of you think? Is loyalty still sacred… or has it become negotiable these days?”

I don’t disagree. Because loyalty is a bloody mess. And someone’s about to bleed.

She simply knew that those words, so cruel and falsely inspiring, were for her. "That's why I prefer loyalty. Being loyal is an instinct. You can love me or hate me, but you will still protect me," Banks murmured.

--- > “Ellaya, I don’t have the luxury of giving you what you want, but I swear to love you until my last breath.” > "Laaya... when someone touches you, I burn like hellfire and want to burn the entire world with me." > "When you ignore me, I want to kill everyone. You are mine. Forever". "I love you, Laaya". > "He’s a gangster, Ellaya. A mafia boss. What did you think you were marrying—a saint?" > "How dare you ruin our name?" > "I always wanted to rip off your clothes and make you feel good, baby girl".

GIULIA “Home? You've got to be kidding me.” He threw his head back in laughter. “Don't get me wrong, Lia. I treasure this place. I adore my men, and I fucking love our boss." “But?” I prodded. “I can sense that you're about to add that.” “Yeah. I love them, the thrill of the chase and everything that comes with being in a gang. I love it all, but I need the stability that comes from having a family.” There was this longing expression on his face, one I had never seen before.

I say calmly, “is correction.” He laughs once, sharp and humorless. “You always thought you were better than me.” “I think differently from you.” “You’ve wanted my life since we were kids.” I almost correct him. Not his life. Just one part of it. But truth has strategic value only when timed correctly. “You misunderstand motivation,” I say instead. “And you misunderstand loyalty.” The word hangs. Loyalty. Marcus has always defined loyalty as endurance. Staying even when neglected. Remaining even when dismissed. He expected Lydia to wait forever.

Simple and heartbreaking and impossible. “I won’t tell you what to do. You’re smart and capable and I know that you can make the right choices here. But I’ll say one thing. Your loyalty isn’t to Hunter anymore. It can’t be. The only one you have to be loyal to is that pup. Whether or not you love Hunter, you need to find a way to get out. You need to be with someone who loves only you.”

But then it was gone, swallowed whole by the storm she had become. The officiant began to speak, his voice nervous, cracking against the silence. But it was Lia’s vows that silenced even the whispers. “I won’t stand here and promise you love as it was before,” she said, her voice clear, ringing through the vast hall. “That love is gone. Burned. Buried with what I’ve lost.” The crowd shifted, shocked. Ruben’s heart clenched. “But I will promise you this: loyalty. Fire. Strength. We will rise together. We will conquer together. We will bury the past beneath our feet and rule what’s left of it.”

I'm gone. I'm sorry. I don't quite remember the circumstances that got me to you specifically. The day I layed my eyes on you in that pool area, I felt an emotion awaken in me. I felt the need to protect you. I always thought you needed me to protect you but, it was me who needed you more than you needed me. You completed me. You still complete me. You gave me a son. You brought out the best and the worst. Showed me a true purpose I would have loved to pursue: Having you and Mars and bein a family. So thank you for being by my side even when I was a danger to the both of you. Thank you for being able to take the intiative if leaving, giving him away to protect him. Thank you for loving me th

I will always love you* *You don’t get it* *What don’t I get?* *I love you* *I know brother I love you too* *No, I’m in love with you idiot* He is in love with me. Is that what he said? *You’re what?* *Gunner… I think I’m gay* *Oh*