All Chapters of LOVING A GANGSTER: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

***I could hardly keep my eyes open as searing pain coursed through my body. The shockwave had ravaged me, leaving my senses in chaos. I blinked rapidly, trying to focus on the woman standing at a distance. My body felt like a leaden weight, and it took a moment to realize my hands and legs were bound to a chair. When I finally did, I turned my gaze to Captain Mock“Is this necessary?” I demanded, my voice barely above a whisper.“No...” he lied, his lips curling into a devilish grin. “But I prefer it that way.”“Wow... I guess bondage is your style,” I sneered, defying him with my eyes.“Ha-ha-ha, very funny.”“Hi, Sophie,” the blonde woman who stood close to the Captain greeted, stepping into my line of vision. “My name is Doctor Jane Forster, and if you don’t mind, I would like to ask you a few questions,” she said, her tone disturbingly calm.I glared at her, defiance bubbling beneath the surface. “Release me, and I’ll cooperate,” I replied, my voice steady despite the pain.“You

~~~~Doc Jane took a few moments to gather herself. She glanced back at the tinted glass, then shifted her gaze to Mock before finally focusing her attention on me."How did you…" she began to say."I've been answering your questions," I cut her off, my tone edged with danger. "How about you answer a few of mine?" I asked, a menacing smile playing on my lips.She paused, her fingers brushing a small button on her earpiece that I had missed.After a tense silence, she turned back to me. "Let's hear it." "Now that you've gotten the answers you were searching for, can you let me go?" I demanded, my gaze fixed behind her instead of on her."Excuse me?""You've got what you wanted, right?" I pressed, not waiting for a response. "I mean, you went through all the trouble to get me here, did your numerous blood tests and whatnot. Letting me go shouldn't be difficult, right?" I said it again, my tone edged with impatience.Doc Jane looked at me, confusion playing across her face. "Sor-ry, I ne

~~~~“Ah, damn it!” Sophie yelled in frustration.The chains binding her legs were far stronger than those on her hands. Though she had managed to free her hands, she still struggled to release her legs from the heavy, unforgiving restraints. Each link seemed to taunt her, glinting maliciously in the dim light. She pulled and twisted, her muscles straining, but the chains refused to yield.A cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Despite her newfound mental strength, she knew she could not move forward without freeing herself completely. The clock was ticking, and every second felt like a hammer driving a nail deeper into her will.To make matters worse, guards with heavy guns surrounded her, and Mock, along with Doc Jane, stood nearby, no doubt waiting to see what she could do.But why weren’t these chains breaking like the others? She pondered.Suddenly, a faint memory flashed in her mind—Mock’s sadistic grin as he locked her up. “These chains are special,” he had said, his voice dri

***I wasn’t stopping. Even as the doctors begged me, I marched forward in a rage. The first doctor, I grabbed by the collar and slammed against the wall, glaring into his eyes.“What the hell does he mean by ‘biological weapon’?” I snarled.He glanced nervously at the General’s decapitated body and started to shake. “Hmmm… I…”“Talk!” I barked.“It’s a device meant to wipe out anyone in their path,” another doctor, whose name tag reads James, cut in, his voice trembling.I glanced at the doctor, who answered me. Slowly, I returned my gaze to the one whose collar was in my grip. Annoyed, I threw him aside."Worthless," I spat, turning to James. "What do you mean?"James swallowed hard. "When they first hired us, they said the weapons we were developing were for the protection of citizens. But a few months in, we discovered that was a lie," he explained. "They developed the weapons to destroy anyone who stood in their way, and in this case, it happens to be the syndicate." He stared at

****“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