Michael and Natalie had already finished their meal and left the dining room, but I remained seated with my plate largely untouched.I don't know why, but the moment Mr. Alex excused himself from the room, I lost my appetite. "I need to stop daydreaming," I thought to myself.Yes, he kissed me, but so what? He's the type of man who can flit and sleep with any woman he chooses.I shouldn't get my hopes up. The most important thing right now is to focus on how to help my parents. “Even though mom wants me to stay here, I still need to take action quickly." I murmured these thoughts to myself."Is that so?" a firm voice questioned, and I looked up to find Alexander Kova staring down at me."Oh... hi," I greeted.He turned his head from side to side, then back to me. "Natalie and Michael finished eating already?" he asked."Yes, they went upstairs earlier," I replied."Hmm," was all he said as he observed me. "So, what are you planning to do?" he asked, taking a seat next to me."Huh?" I
As Nat was about to open her door, she suddenly paused. Something was bothering her, and it wasn't just the fact that her father required her to speak with Sophie, convincing her to go with them to New York. Instead, it was the unspoken events surrounding Sophie's refusal that troubled her deeply.In an instant, she turned around, a sense of urgency propelling her. She ran to her father's room; luckily, she met him on the way."Seriously, Papa, what did you do this time?" Nat asked abruptly, approaching her father,Startled. Alex's expression shifted as he halted and turned almost immediately to her, inquiring, "I thought you went to your room. What do you mean?""Sophie is my friend, and every time we talk about places to visit, New York is one she's always excited about. That's why I was thrilled when I heard about it. But now I find out that she refused to come along with us. You must have said something to her," she accused him.Sighing, he responded, "You barely know the girl, Na
****Inside the SUV, I could see Mr. Alex making a few calls and giving instructions. After a while, he turned towards me and said, "You can rest now. We still have a long way to go," as he glanced at his phone."Why didn't we use the helicopter if the place is still far off?" I questioned.He smiled and replied, "What good will it do to leave Canada undetected if we're discovered here?""Right!" I whispered loud enough for him to hear, while Avanska pretended to be asleep beside him.Despite denying it, it seemed that my watching and reading about the Mafia had actually paid off. I could read some of their expressions like a book. Since I was fully entering the gangster world, these skills might come in handy."I don't like you," said the red-haired person called Rick, glaring at me.Great, this person sure would be a bother. He doesn't 'like me,' he says. Like I give a fuck about that. I wonder what he would do when he finds out about my background. Mafia members know how to read
****From the outside, the White House didn't seem like much. "And here I wonder why it was called 'the White House,"' I murmured to myself. I mean, the house wasn't even painted white."What are you doing? Come in," Natalie urged as she swung open the door. "Let's go check out your new room," she added, a contagious excitement in her voice.Sighing, but the moment I stepped inside, I held my breath. "What the…." I gasped loudly.The grandeur of the interior unfolded before me, contrasting the unassuming exterior. The walls adorned with history, each step echoing through the corridors of power. Natalie led the way, her excitment infectious.Yes, the outside wasn't painted white, but step inside and it’s a whole different story.The inside was coated with a full plain white with a subtle shimmer.The house exuded warmth from the moment you stepped through the open door into the wide hallway. Adorning the walls were photographs of the Kovas, a testament to the love and history that unfo
In the mere blink of an eye upon entering the mall, remorse flooded over me for uttering the word 'crazy.' because Nat unleashed sheer mayhem inside the shop, darting through the cloth store, shoes, accessories—forcing us into an impromptu makeover, complete with a hairstyle change and a glamorous nail session.Literally, everything about us changed, because I had no desire to pick anything for myself; she did it all. She picked shoes from heels to sandals, clothes, panties, and all.“Just where the hell did she get that energy from?” I questioned as I stared at her, taking a seat on the red sofa with a heavy sigh, bags of clothes everywhere.“You still alive,” Rick said as he sipped his ice cream.Irritated, “Aren't you supposed to offer us that instead of draining it?” I questioned.He glared at me for a while and smiled, “Help yourself,” he commented and pointed to an ice cream shop not far from where I sat down. I turned to find him smiling at me, “Asshole,” I cursed, and he frown
The Mario shop felt totally different from the busy mall we'd been to before. It was simple and not crowded, which was a relief. We could just chill on the cozy sofa without getting lost in a sea of people. There were these amazing phones and laptops on display, but picking one was tougher than I thought. Nat was like a pro when it came to choosing gadgets. She smoothly picked out phones and laptops, not just for herself but also for her brother and father. While I was still grappling with my decision, I asked about the brand I'd used before but got no leads. Finally, I went for a classy, top-notch white phone and laptop and threw in a few other cool electronic goodies. After our triumphant shopping adventure, we found a charming café to enjoy a much-needed lunch. As I savored my coffee, I jokingly teased Nat, "I swear, I'll never go shopping with you again!" She responded with a spoonful of ice cream and a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, you don't mean that, do you?" Smiling,
★★★★"Shut up," Rick snapped, the urgency in his voice matching the intensity of our attempt to evade the pursuing car.The speed at which we were traveling made it challenging to escape on the nearly empty highway. To add to our troubles, the old, rusty car we were in wasn't built for such speeds. I couldn't help but question why the affluent gangsters like the Kovas owned such a vehicle; it puzzled me."Damn it," Rick grunted again, pulling out his phone and handing it to Nat. "Press the red button now," he urgently instructed, hoping it would rescue us from this relentless pursuit.Tension in the car escalated as Nat fumbled to press the red button. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of trouble we had stumbled upon.The highway stretched ahead, and suddenly *BANG*BANG* Gunshots were fired at us from behind, causing Nat and me to scream in horror. The sound seemed endless, echoing in our ears as they kept firing at us."Relax, it's bullet-proof," Rick announced, trying to reassure
Amidst the smashed-up car, the highway was right there in front of us. But as we ran towards it, the darn thing just seemed to go on forever. The wrecked car looked like a giant puzzle scattered on the road. Every step we took felt like we were walking through a never-ending story. You'd figure with a crash that big, the cops would swarm in, right? But this was no ordinary town; it had that unmistakable Mafia vibe. There is no way the cops would dive into the lion's den like that. The silence hung heavy over the wreckage, like the calm before a storm. You could almost sense the air itself pausing, watching us race against time. It was eerie—the kind of quiet that makes your every move echo in your ears. And in that stillness, we felt the weight of something far worse. Then-- "Stop them from reaching the highway, no matter the cost!" a voice roared, the urgency cutting through the chaos as they pursued us relentlessly. "Break their legs if you have to, but make sure they don't leav
~~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