All Chapters of I'm in love with my gangster boyfriend: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Nathan is sitting across from me, his brows knitted together in that way they always are when he’s worried about me. His concern feels like a weight pressing against my chest, adding to the suffocating anxiety that’s been building since I found out about Tamrin and Trevor.I’m trying to act normal, like everything is fine, but I can feel my hands trembling in my lap. I don’t think Nathan buys it. He’s been watching me too closely for the past twenty minutes while I pr

I messed up.I could see it the second Tamrin’s lips pressed into a thin line, her arms folding across her chest in that way girls do when they’re deciding if they’re really mad or just annoyed. I had gotten cocky—too many questions about Celeste, too fast. Tamrin might stop talking, and I can’t have that.I force a slow smile, keeping my expression soft. “You’re mad.”Tamrin doesn’t say anything. Just stabs at the last bi

I watch them from a distance, keeping my footsteps light as I follow up the trail. Trevor doesn’t even realize I’m here. He’s too caught up in whatever game he’s playing with Tamrin, too distracted by his own arrogance to notice the eyes on him. He used to be sharper than this. Back when I first met him, back when he was still trying to prove himself, Trevor never slipped. He never let his guard down. But now? Now he’s making mistakes. Now he’s sloppy.Tamrin giggles as he carries her up the trail, her arms wrapped around his shoulders like she trusts him, like he isn’t the worst kind of danger she could be walking into. He’s using her, and she doesn’t even see it. It makes my stomach twist. She’s just a pawn in whatever this is—whatever he’s planning. And if I know Trevor, it’s not about her. It’s about Celeste.I clench my jaw, keeping a steady pace b

My hands are clammy against the warm ceramic of my coffee cup. I haven’t taken a sip in minutes—maybe longer. The coffee shop around me is alive with soft chatter and the clinking of spoons against porcelain, but all of it fades into the background as I stare at him. Liam.He’s sitting at a table near the window, legs stretched out, one arm draped over the back of his chair like he owns the place. Maybe he does. People know who he is. People fear him. And yet, he looks so... calm. Casual. Like he’s just another guy grabbing a morning coffee.Except he isn’t.He’s one of the most dangerous drug lords in the city.And I’m about to walk up to him and ask for help.My heart is hammering in my chest so loud I’m sure the barista behind the counter can hear it. I take a shaky breath and look down at my untouched drink. What the hell am I doing? This is insane. I don’t get involved in things like this.

I watch Sadie storm out of the coffee shop, her shoulders tight with frustration, her steps quick and uneven like she can’t decide whether to run or turn back and scream at me some more.I exhale slowly, running a hand over my face.She’s got fire, I’ll give her that.Most people don’t talk to me like that. Not without regretting it. But Sadie? She didn’t even hesitate. She came in here ready to fight, ready to beg, ready to do whatever it took to save Tamrin from Trevor.And honestly?I respect it.But I also know that kind of desperation gets people killed.I lean back in my chair, stretching my arms over my head as I watch