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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,