Loyalty Love Gangster Quotes Novels & Stories

Sometimes loyalty comes from money, other times it comes from influence. If one thing was for certain, it was that I had to be sure what I was doing was the right thing for everyone. “¿Crees que no lo hará?” (You think he won’t do it?) I questioned as we head under the marquee where the flavors came to life from the meat spreads. “Creo que hará todo lo posible para protegerte. No quiere que lo odies si sigue adelante.” (I think he will do whatever he can to protect you. He doesn’t want you to hate him if he goes through with it.)

“Those are not the men I want fighting by my side. They’re volatile. Gina’s people stood by me even though we had issues some weeks ago. Without Gina’s people, I’d be defenseless and shark food. Valentino said he thought it was a loyalty thing. How does he earn the loyalty of his men? I’ve seen the way they stick by him. Carlo would die for him. It’s hard not to be jealous of that.” “If you think there’s no one willing to die for you, then you need to open your eyes and see the surrounding people.” “I don’t want people to die for me. I’m just talking about the amount of loyalty they have for him.” “Valentino’s men are the highest-paid gangsters on the streets, if that’s even a thing. He take

At the back of the moon, Jessica’s name was engraved on it. “This is beautiful. But you need not buy this for me.” Jessica said to Mother Fang who was looking lovingly at her. “No dear, we love you and this is a gift to congratulate you. Accept it for us. I know you love it.” Father Fang said. “But-” “No buts, just take it. It is a token of our love to you. And if you don’t want it you can throw it away.” Mother Fang said as she tried to make an angry face but ended up smiling at the cute Jessica.

"Thank you, Marcus. You will not regret this." "I know. Because you guys fight for your clients. Just like you fought for your family. That kind of loyalty is rare." One down. Two to go. But we had momentum now. Marcus Rivera chose loyalty over money. Maybe the others would too.

Don't get me wrong they do have their moments, but at the end of the day, we all sit down, eat pizza and watch tv. Loud cheers snap me out of thoughts where I see Marley running across the field, I have to hand it to him he is an alright player and he was also right about me coming to watch his last game. I still know absolutely nothing about football, but after the year or well few years, we've had we need to stick together. Charlie was cheering beside me while shoving popcorn in his face, I look at him shaking my head while he sends me a wink. Who would have thought it would be this hard, Loving The Gang Leader.

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.

“Why should my loyalty be bought?” “Fuck you, Enzo,” my father shouted, jumping to his feet and wincing at the pain. ​“Why do you always have to romanticize things? Loyalty isn’t about feelings, Vicenzo. Feelings come and go. Lust fades. Love dies. You know what doesn’t? Debt. Blood. History.” I looked at him, my eyes sharp and narrowed.

Sydney smirked, arms crossed like she was already rehearsing her victory. I let my breath out slowly, shaping each word like a blade hidden in silk. “I’ve learned that loyalty is not soft. It isn’t quiet. It isn’t simple. Loyalty is hard. It’s jagged. It asks for pieces of you, and sometimes it takes more than it gives. But when you choose it—when you stay—it defines you.” Nico’s hand squeezed mine where it rested at my side. He was radiant, convinced this was about him, about us. That I was painting him as the man worth staying for.

" I saw in my peripheral vision that Grey Grey's brothers eyes widen and the comically look at each other. Gabriel accidentally looks at me and he points to himself. He immediately shake his head and points to Jamison. They are so silly. "I promise to always love you more during the days that you feel like you are unlovable. I love you precious and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." The guest started to clap so I also did. Grey Grey shooks his head and laugh. Grey Grey handed the mic to me. I received the mic shakily.

"It’s a funny thing, isn't it? People think it’s something you earn. They think it’s about love or respect. But they’re wrong. Loyalty is about understanding where the power lies. It’s about knowing which hand feeds you and which hand can crush you." "You don't know the first thing about loyalty," I said, my voice shaking but audible. I felt the sharp edge of the letter opener pressing against the skin of my forearm, hidden inside my sleeve. It was a tiny piece of metal, almost a joke compared to his weapon, but it was all I had.