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
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
~~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
"I love you," I whispered, unable to contain my emotions, as I stared at Alexander Kova. My heart raced as I caught his attention."What?" Alexander, the second-in-command drug lord, asked in surprise."Oh... Nothing, sir. I was just practicing my lines," I lied, desperately trying to cover up the truth. The look he gave me earlier made it clear that he didn't want to hear those words from me, especially since I was just a child. "So, when is Natalia coming down?" I asked, attempting to shift the conversation and alleviate the awkwardness.Inside, I screamed, "I'm dying here. I need help." I couldn't believe I had fallen in love with my best friend's father. The butterflies in my stomach danced uncontrollably as I continued to gaze at him.Alexander Kova, a well-known Russian gangster based in Canada, was a mix of Russian and American descent. He was not only my college friend Natalie Kova's father but also a divorced man with two children. And to make matters worse, he despised child
My reaction to her father's presence left Nat utterly speechless and visibly shocked. "Sophie. Drooling? Ewww, that's so disgusting," she exclaimed in anger as she strode toward him."Yeah! So what? It's my drooling, not yours," I mumbled under my breath, my eyes fixed on the unfolding conversation between Nat and her father.I stood near the entrance of the room, utterly transfixed by the presence of this extraordinarily handsome man. "Oh my God! Have you ever laid eyes on such a breathtaking specimen?" I questioned myself, my heart racing. He stood tall, exuding an aura of masculinity with his muscular frame and long, neatly-tucked golden hair. His eyes gleamed like pure gold, his lips were finely sculpted, and his face bore a striking resemblance to Ares, the god of war. Even in his snug-fitting pants, it was unmistakably evident that he was well-endowed, and the mere thought of what that might entail... I couldn't help but gasp. "Seriously, is it permissible for an eighteen-yea
But.. “Nothing much, just the gangster family next door,” Father replied instead with a smug expression.“Bloody hell,” I gasped,“Sophie Language.” Motrher Yelled, turning to father with a glare, and he quickly cleared his throat or prtended to. “Sorry mom.” I said and turned to my father, “You mean to say there’s a real mafia leaving next door? Like he is our neighbor?” I questioned father with fascination. Obviously, I’ve only seen those gangsters like people on T.V, but to have one staying right next to me…. Oh Holy moly. I’ve always wanted to meet a real mafia… this might just be my luck.“Huh?” Father spat drawing aback,Sighing, “It’s a figure of speech Sophie, not the actual thing.” Mother corrected, staring … no more like still glaring at father.It clear she doesn’t want me to know… can’t blame her though, “Oh…” I turned to father with a disappointed glance, “Right, like those thing exist.” I sighed, standing up with my bag, “I should head upstairs then,” I said with a yaw
The next morning I decided to do a little work outside, since it was a weekend. I came out of my room with a tight short and mini-top. I found my parents on the dining table.“Looking sharp,” Dad said with a smile,“Morning Dad,” I greeted him,“Morning sweetheart,” he responded and continued with his tea,“Where are you going?” mom asked from the dining table,“Morning to you mom,”“Morning Love,” she smiled and turned serious, “but where are you going?” she asked again,“To work out.” I replied,“You never work out,” she said to me,“I have always worked out, mom. I just stopped when I came home,” I responded to her,“Well, I didn’t know that,” she said with a hurtful look,“They are a lot of things you don’t know about me mom. So don’t feel bad, you get to find out in no time,” I replied and Kissed both of them on the cheek, “see you later,” I said and zoomed out the front door.“Well, that’s disappointing,” Mrs Rust, grunted as she sat down with a slump,“No need to feel bad,” Dan
"Don't you dare use that tone with me, young lady? I'm your father, and I do not owe you any explanation," he snapped at her Instead, his eyes blazing with anger."Well, I wish you weren't, and I hate you! Ugh!" she yelled back, storming out of the house.He called after her, "Hey Natalie, get back here! Damn, that girl and her rebellious phase," he cursed under his breath.******I arrived home feeling furious. "Who grounds children at this age? Nat is not even a kid?" I questioned myself bitterly as I pushed the door open. "I mean, what's so wrong with working outside? I thought he was handsome, but with such an attitude, I'm starting to doubt my first impression of him." I let out a sigh and headed to the refrigerator, taking out a bottle of water. Just as I opened it, the doorbell rang.I turned, wondering who could be coming over. Opening the door, I found Nat standing outside, barefoot."Hi," she said with a shivering voice, "can I come in? I'm freezing out here.""Oh, yeah! Sor
Alex sighed heavily as he looked at the white-painted walls of the house. According to the information he had obtained, this was the only white house in the community, belonging to the highest-ranking agent in the force. It was the first time he had seen a couple of agents who had lasted together for a long time and seemed strong.The fact that Natalie had befriended the agent's daughter was unacceptable. Regardless of the disagreements between the Kova, there shouldn't be any sort of friendship with that world. "Boss, should we go in?" one guard asked him.Sighing again, Alex replied, "No... There's no need because Natalie won't come out without me accompanying her." He said and proceeded to the door, but to his surprise, the parents were absent, and he only met with the daughter. Of all the people, it had to be her? Alex thought to himself, with annoyance. ****"Is Natalie here?" he asked without sparing me a glance.‘You don't want to look at me, huh?’ I thought. "No, she is not,
~~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