All Chapters of LOVING A GANGSTER: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

***The long pause was filled with tension as everyone stared at Alex. He understood their confusion but saw an opportunity and took it.Under normal circumstances, people like the Rusts would never want anything to do with him, let alone give their daughter to a gangster, an outlaw. No way in hell.Emily's gaze remained fixed on Alex, her confusion palpable. “And I’m asking again, why do you want my daughter?” she demanded.Alex leaned in, his expression inscrutable. “You’ll know when the time is right. Agree to my terms, or the deal is off,” he said, turning on his heel and walking toward the door.“Wait a minute,” she called after him. He halted. “You cannot just declare something so confusing and not explain yourself. I know we came to ask for help, but the least you can do is tell us what you mean and what you want her for.”Daniel, who had been silent in his bed, understood what Alex was implying, though he was somewhat surprised. How did the relationship between Sophie and this

***My mother's gaze bore into me, and I could sense the confusion swirling in her eyes. Yet, I hesitated to speak the truth. Despite knowing the mess it would cause, I couldn't bring myself to reveal the truth just yet."What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" she probed, breaking the silence."Are we really going to do this now?" I countered, my voice trembling. "I mean, Dad is still recovering, and…" I trailed off, unable to continue."That's all the more reason we need to talk about it," she retorted sharply. "You're not a child anymore. You're at that age where you can date, fall in love, go on dates, party, and whatever else," she continued, she was frustrated and I knew it but.."Mom, wait!" I interjected, urgency creeping into my tone. "Do you think he's asking for my hand?" I blurted out, unable to contain the rush of happiness that filled me. Despite the chaotic atmosphere, I needed to confirm if Alex had truly proposed."Your hand? Is that what you think he's asking for?" she r

-~~~~~Alexander Kova's mind was a complete mess. He kept pacing his office, which was as big as a house itself, not knowing what to do.The brooding war wasn’t the only thing bothering him and keeping him awake; his next step with Sophie weighed heavily on his mind.He was not ashamed to admit his deep love for the girl, and he had decided to make her a Kova legally. However, after talking with her parents, he knew it would be harder to convince them than to win the war.“Or should I just kill them and make it seem like an accident?” Alex whispered aloud. “No … that would make Sophie hate me,” he added quickly."Dammit! Why is this so difficult? When I married my previous wives, nothing like this happened. I proposed, and they accepted. Even when their families objected, just one glance from me, and they'd bow down to my authority. They could never stop me from taking my bride home. But right now, for the first time in years, I’m clueless as to what to do next. Ah! This is getting on

****Alex stood still, immobilized by the rage within him. He couldn’t move for close to thirty minutes, his mind a chaotic storm. His face was twisted into a mask of fury and pain, his nostrils flared, and a low growl rumbled from deep in his chest. It was a sound filled with vengeance, a warning that a storm was coming, and it would bring destruction.His fists opened and closed, almost crushing the device in his hand with his grip. Every part of him radiated lethal intent. He would stop at nothing to find those responsible and make them pay. Alex wasn’t just angry; he was a force of nature, ready to bring hell on earth.He threw the machine to the ground, screaming at the top of his voice, the sound too animalistic to be called human. Without warning, he turned and stormed towards the stairs.Avanska and Rick moved out of the way; even the guards couldn't stand still. No one said anything until he disappeared through the flight of stairs.Avanska exhaled in relief, turning to Rick.

~~The Military Base~~Sophie was taken to a secretive underground military experimental facility. Captain Mock had ensured everything was ready before their arrival. At the center of the research lab, a bloody restraint chair awaited, surrounded by an array of brain scanners and other complex devices for monitoring blood and bodily functions.The chair was cold and metallic, equipped with thick leather straps on the arms, legs, and chest. Its surface gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights, the sterile white walls reflecting the cold, clinical environment.Above and around it, robotic arms held various scanning devices. One machine, positioned to hover just above her head, was designed for detailed brain activity analysis. Others were stationed to monitor her heart rate and blood composition in real-time, displaying their data on multiple screens around the room.As soon as they arrived, Captain Mock swiftly secured Sophie in the chair. The machines hummed to life, sensors clampin