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****With a burst of strength, I forcefully swung open the front door to my house, still panting hard from running all the way home. "Oh, shit!" I exclaimed in shock, my heart racing as I desperately hoped my parents weren't home. Gasping for breath, I entered the house.However, as I stepped inside, a knot of unease tightened in my stomach. The air seemed heavier, and the atmosphere was charged with an inexplicable tension. I hesitated for a moment, my senses on high alert. "What the hell…" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. I was met with a chilling sight—a gun aimed directly at my forehead.I lifted my gaze slowly to find my mom and dad wearing deadly expressions. "What's happening?" I asked, utterly bewildered, my voice trembling with fear.How did they even get the gun? I pondered inwardly, my mind racing to make sense of the terrifying scene before me."Show me your hands!" Mom's voice echoed through the room, filled with urgency and fear, her ha
Alex Kova was in disbelief as he witnessed the entire estate of the High Officials engulfed in flames. Several months ago, he received disturbing news from the worldwide Mafia organization (WMO) about their plans to attack the military base and the cop's estate. Since the authorities refused to leave them alone, the WMO, decided to escalate the conflict by targeting the top military agents. Initially, Alex didn't take the threat seriously, considering his influential position within the organization. He believed they wouldn't dare take action against his community. However, he had forgotten that this community was not truly HIS own; it was borrowed. The next morning, he received a text message from the organization itself, boldly stating, "It's COMING." For the first time in his years as a high-ranking Mafia boss, Alex felt genuine fear, not for himself, but for his children. He couldn't bear the thought of subjecting them to this violence again. It would be death for them. Withou
*** As fear gripped me, I remained hidden under the bed, anxiously waiting for my parents to return. Sighing, “Just how long have I been here?” I questioned myself, “The gunshot seemed to have died down; does that mean the fight is over?” These thoughts swirled in my mind, but I couldn't muster the courage to venture out. Who would have imagined that the world I once admired for its actions could be so dangerous? Despite parts of the house being destroyed, it is currently in lockdown. So if anyone were to step in, I would hear it. Ah!, a realization struck me—wait! When I went downstairs earlier, did I look at the front doors? Shit…. The sitting-room door is still open, “I have to go lock it,” dammit. “Sophie, how can you make such a mistake?” I cursed at myself. Standing up, I ran downstairs. Blinded by my urgency to reach the front door, I failed to notice the commotion emanating from downstairs until I reached the middle of the staircase. Blue eyes stared down at me, leaving
As I plummeted through the air, I didn’t really care where I was landing as long as I escaped this dreadful place that was once home to me. Lifting my head, I found myself met with piercing blue eyes staring down at me. "I'm going to enjoy putting a bullet in that head of yourss," he silently mouthed. Without hesitation, I released my grip on the rope, landing safely in a flower bed below. Thank goodness for that stroke of luck. Our home, unlike the other houses on the estate, was the lone white structure that stood out, with beautiful flower beds adorning its surroundings and fences enclosing it. The front gate, serving as the only exit, was guarded by a few stationed guards. In search of cover, I positioned myself beside one of the flower beds, remaining cautious of the men within the house and the guards who blocked the only escape route. Taking a deep breath, I mustered up encouragement. "Come on, Sophie, you've spent years honing your combat skills. You know how to kick ass. J
As I lay on the ground, my life flashed before my very eyes.Was I dead, or am I dying?Shocked and gasping for breath, a chilling cold swept over my body, and blood splattered everywhere. Amidst the chaos, my mom rushed towards me, yelling and crying continuously. She was alive? Wasn't he going to shoot her and me?My eyelids began to close, and amidst the chaos, a faint laugh escaped my lips. "Mother," I muttered as I succumbed to unconsciousness.In the distance, someone desperately called my name. "Sophie!" Mom cried out, holding my lifeless or supposedly lifeless body in her arms. "Oh, God! Sophie, open your eyes. Mommy is here. Please, Sophie," she yelled, shaking me.I blinked, struggling to focus my gaze. "Mother?" I called out, confused and disoriented.Relieved, she hugged me tightly. "Oh God, Sop?" she exclaimed, tears streaming down her face."Wait, Mother," I said, still perplexed. "I'm not dead." I asked hesitantly. Then, a thought crossed my mind, and I blurted out, "Oh
Alex's shoulders slumped as he gazed at the motionless form sprawled across his bed. Regret gnawed at him, an unspoken admission that her presence wasn't part of his plan.Despite intending to move her to another room, his legs seemed to have developed a mind of their own.His phone vibrated, and he messaged Avanska. In a minute, the door swung open, and Natalie, Michael, and his second-in-command hurried in.Natalie's eyes widened with concern. "OMG, Sop? What happened, papa? Why is there blood on her body?" Her fingers fumbled, urgently attempting to wipe away the stains.Alex glanced at Avanska, a silent exchange that spoke volumes. "Don't ask," he snapped."I wasn't going to," Avanska replied, his tone measured."Yeah, you were just admiring my face," Alex accused, standing up. "When she wakes up, take her to your room. In the meantime, clean the blood off her body before she stains my bed with it," he instructed, his words carrying the weight of authority, before striding away wi
As his lips met mine, I couldn't help but let out a sigh. This kiss was way different from the last one—deeper, more passionate. Instead of pulling away, I melted into his hug. After almost losing my life, I just didn't want this moment to end, not even for a second.The idea of not being by this man side or seeing him again hit me hard, making me cling to him as if my life depended on it. I'd rather suffocate in his kisses than face a world without him. Each kiss felt like a promise, a commitment to cherish every second together.The fear of losing touch with him made this connection even more precious.In that moment, every heartbeat echoed the realization that life's short, but our love? It's anything but.Oh! If only he felt the love that I so desperately want from him.***Alex could feel Sophie's unspoken desire as his hands rested on her thighs. With a deliberate, almost instinctive move, he slid his hands up beneath her shirt, creating an intimate connection that spoke volumes
After that drama, Nat and I headed down to the dining room, and to our surprise, Mr. Alex was there. 'Great, how am I expected to eat?' I questioned him as I felt his eyes on my every move.Sighing, I took the seat next to Nat, saying, "Thanks for the food," as I dug in."You're welcome," Alex answered. Instead.I ate quickly and without looking up. It's weird; even with all the delicious food in front of me, I couldn't taste it. It’s little wonder if it was because of the eyes watching me.Sighing, "You should take it slowly; no one will take your food." Alex suddenly said:I stiffened at his remark and raised my head to find Nat, and everyone present stared at me, embarrassed. I feigned not to hear what he said and merely sipped the cup of red water. Next to me, but wait... "This is not water," I blurted out, glaring at Nat."No, it's red wine," she said."I can tell, but are we supposed to drink it?" I questioned, with the teenager crap and all."Yes," Alex replied instead of Nat,
~~Continuation~~The moment I heard the sounds of hurried footsteps approaching the cabin door, I opened my eyes and managed a small smile.It’s a bittersweet sight to see my father and Alex engaging in a frantic, almost playful competition to be the first to reach me.Ah, I’ve missed them all. My parents, Alex, Drew, Rick, and Avavska—everyone is here, surrounding me with their presence.“Darling, are you okay?” Dad’s voice is filled with both worry and relief. I smiled at him and nodded.I slowly turn to Alex, who is now kneeling beside me. “Hey!” I whisper softly, with exhaustion in my voice.“Hey,” he replies, gently pressing his lips to my hand. His voice trembles, and I can see the strain in his eyes. “I thought I lost you,” he murmurs, struggling to keep his emotions in check.“That’s never going to happen,” I reply firmly, though my
Inside the Plane***I wake slowly, the world around me cloaked in thick shadows and muted sounds.My head throbs with a relentless, pounding rhythm, each pulse sending a sharp wave of pain through my skull—a brutal reminder of the hell I’ve just been through.The surgery on my brain lasted four hours, but it feels like I’ve been lost in darkness for days. Ten hours—ten agonizing hours—I’ve been out cold, unaware, while everything around me kept moving, kept changing.How do I know that? Don’t ask me. My brain is a ticking time bomb right now, and I’m not sure it can handle the strain of thinking, of trying to make sense of what’s real and what’s not. Pondering over it feels like a dangerous game, one I’m not willing to play.The steady hum of the plane’s engines is gone, replaced by an eerie stillness. We must have landed.I force my eyes open, the cabin
There are two more chapters to go.Dear Reader,As I bring loving a Gangster to a close, I want to extend my deepest thanks to each of you for joining me on this thrilling, emotional ride.Writing this story was both challenging and rewarding, and I hope it resonated with you as much as it did with me. Through the highs and lows, the passion and the pain, I aimed to capture the complexity of love in a world where danger and desire collide.Your support has meant the world to me, and I hope this story stays with you, reminding you of the power of love to change even the most hardened hearts.With gratitude and affection,Clara J. Stari
Chapter 81 - Not yet the end“Sophie? Sophie?” Alex’s voice was frantic as Daniel laid her trembling body on the table.He turned to Drew, his tone urgent. “We need to operate now.”Drew didn’t hesitate, quickly setting out the operating tools. “Yes, right away.”“Operate on her? What are you talking about?” Alex suddenly demanded, confusion and anger rising in his voice, but no one answered him.Emily, who had already pieced together what was happening with her daughter, spoke up, her voice shaky. “We can’t do this here. We should wait until we land first.”“And risk losing the only chance to save her?” Drew shot back, his tone sharp.Still confused and growing more frustrated, Alex demanded, “Why does she need an operation to be saved?” His eyes darted from Avanska to Rick, then locked onto Drew. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”Avanska turned to Rick, whose nervous eyes were scanning the room as if searching for answers that weren’t there.“Answer me!” Alex’s voice thund
**Continuation**Meanwhile, on the far edge of the field.I gasped as blood dripped from my mouth. Killing this general was taking longer than I’d anticipated, and the first time bomb I’d planted when leaving the underground facility had already started going off.“We need to end this now,” I muttered, just as another bomb exploded in the distance.It felt like the universe was finally throwing me a bone—the general stumbled, losing his balance. I seized the moment, driving my dagger into his lower abdomen, pushing it deeper with all my strength.He groaned in agony and flung me off, but Alex and my mother were already on him, launching another attack from behind.I stood still for a moment, knowing if I waited for him to go down before making my next move, it would be too late.I scanned the area for someone reliable, but everyone was engaged in the battle—except for… Drew and my father.
****"Sorry, come again?" Daniel requested, with his eyes throwing a dagger at him.Drew’s face drained of color, his eyes widening with sudden fear as he realized he’d just betrayed himself.He stiffened, turning his head away, and cleared his throat awkwardly. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammered, attempting to mask his panic.“Isn’t it a bit late for that?” Daniel pressed, his voice cold and unwavering. “The look on your face tells me you know more than you’re letting on. I just watched my daughter writhing in pain, clutching her head. So if you say—”“Wait!” Drew interrupted, his voice rising in alarm. “You found her already?”Daniel’s eyes narrowed as he stepped closer, his anger palpable. “Yes, to be precise, she found us. Now, tell me what’s going on before it’s too late.”Drew swallowed hard, his composure crumbling under the weight of Daniel’s intense gaze. “I… I don’t think you’re ready for the truth,” he said, his voice trembling.Daniel’s gaze
~~~~For my plan to succeed, he needed to lower his guard, even a little. My eyes locked onto the grenade launcher in his hands. Damn...Dert… He was the last of the three generals. I didn't know the full extent of his power, but I knew killing him wouldn’t be easy. Still, it was better to face him in combat than to let him toy with my family's lives.I’d rather gamble with my life, I thought, a devilish grin spreading across my face as he loaded his grenade launcher.“Seriously, is that the best you can do?” I questioned him, marching forward, trying to make him lose his guard. Another grenade flew past my shoulder, leaving burns. I groaned in pain. “This’s hardly a fair fight,” I yelled. “Even when I killed the other generals, it was a fair fight.”He ignored me and continued firing. I didn’t give up, continuing to taunt him. “And you call yourself a man—a general at that.” I halted. “What a waste of a title,” I spat out.At my last comment, he suddenly paused and gently pulled back
~~~"This isn't happening," I murmured faintly.The grenade was almost upon my mother, and time seemed to slow. I reached out, heart pounding, cold dread filling me as I realized I might not make it in time.“No…” I found myself screaming, despite the deadly headache and the sharp pains ringing inside my skull. Just then, the cause of my current situation decided to do me a favor—MANA.It was as if I was suddenly filled with a kind of supernatural strength unlike anything before. Instead of running, I saw myself flying. In that instant, I threw myself on her, and she fell to the ground with a loud gasp.The grenade barely missed her as it flew past us, leaving a small cut on my shoulder, while pushing me off my mother and landing on some military men, blowing them to pieces.The chaos around me blurred into a grim symphony of screams and explosions, but all I could focus on was the faint rise and fall of my mother’s breath beneath me. My breaths came in ragged gasps, the pain still pu
****“What the...?” Emily’s voice faltered, her expression twisting in shock and horror.Her eyes flicked from the headless body of General Storm to the blood-drenched figure standing over it. Sophie stood there, motionless, covered in blood from head to toe.Her eyes locked onto Emily’s with a fierce, unyielding glare.Emily couldn’t believe what she saw—Sophie, the daughter she thought she knew, standing over the bloody mess she had wrought.Her mind raced while her body remained frozen. The brutality of the scene left her paralyzed. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from her daughter, now a stranger, a deadly force she could barely recognize."Just what the hell, Sophie? How could you...?" She trailed off, words too heavy to utter.But Daniel saw things differently. He saw that his daughter—the one taken from them—had finally returned.Ignoring the mess, he pushed past his