Chef Luca Corleone Novels & Stories

‘Spill it’ Lisa suddenly orders luca-who was grinning-knowing something had happened. ‘It’s Jeremy’ he says smiling. ‘What happened to him’ Lisa asks now focusing on the documents. ‘You should have seen what happened between him and Angelo’ luca reports smiling. ‘What happened’ Lisa asks curiously staring at luca. ‘he thought Angelo was the boss and in front of all the cosa nostra’s even though he couldn’t walk properly he…’ he starts to laugh unable to finish his sentence which makes Lisa very worried. ‘What did he do luca’ Lisa asks raising her voice

He cannot make a mistake that involves his boss' grandson if he wants to keep his job. "Great then! Would you please tell him I will be joining him for lunch? I am heading there now." Lucien stated. "Oh, and please tell him, I only want a simple lunch, do not prepare too much food." Lucien hurriedly added. "Yes, sir," Enzo answered politely and waited for the young Michaelson to cut the call before he went to report to Leandro Michaelson. Leandro Michaelson, also known as the Lion in the Mafia world.

He gestured toward the chef. I greeted him politely, forcing a calm exterior. But Gerrard's expression flickered ever so slightly. He his eyes at me, confused. My pulse jumped. Had I said something wrong? Gerrard frowned slightly at my reaction before giving me an encouraging smile. "Lily, don’t you remember? This is Chef Marcel DuPont. He’s one of the finest culinary masters in France… and not just that, he was one of your instructors back at your culinary school. You even wrote on one of your social media posts that you admired him and looked up to him. I was expecting more excitement."

Lila. An hour later we both walked out of the hospital for the surgery date for Kyle. Jake ’s cellphone rang. " Luca.” He paused for a moment. “Yes. Go ahead and put me down for one hundred thousand.” He paused again, and I could hear a man’s excited chatter on the other end. “Not at all. It’s a worthy cause. Thank you. You too.” He ended the call and put his phone back in his suit pocket. “Was that for a charity?” I asked, feeling something soften inside of me., how many charities did he support.

The grandfather signalled him to go back, he knew Andretti would do nothing. " Do you boys know who I spoke to last night?", the godfather asked. "Enough with the suspense papo!", Andretti had had enough. "Luca", the godfather answered. The room turned silent, Luca is the Capo of the serpents Mafia gang, he and his grandfather were the original founders of the Mafia gangs in Sicily, they have been rivals for a long time. Luca and his grandfather had never seen eye to eye, for his grandfather to have a sit down conversation with Luca something was really wrong.

I turned to look at Luciano with my surprised expression still on my face, he just smirked and rolled his hands on my clit, brought out his hands with my cum on it and put it into his mouth, and licked it all up. “Mmm delicious” he commented. I smiled at his silly comment. I could tell that Gigi and Franco were lost in our expressions and comments by the look on their faces. I giggled at their confusion. Franco shook his head and continued eating his apple. That was when the chef finally brought out our full-course meal. The aroma of this dish was incredible, the chef outdid himself I thought to myself. We were all dogged in dishing out meals for ourselves. I looked towards Luciano to see co

Slowly, Lorenzo’s hand left my mouth and he smiled at me as we heard Luigi say, “you'll want to hear this deal. It has to do with my daughter.” “I don't give a damn about one of your bastards,” Luca said, resulting in a low growl from Lorenzo. “I don't know any of your daughters.” Luigi laughed loudly again, completely drowning out Lorenzo’s growl. “Oh, you certainly know and do give a damn about this one.” I could hear the smile in Luigi’s voice. There was silence from the other room, silence which seemed to last hours instead of the few seconds it actually was. “Lorenzo,” we heard Luigi call.

The wine cellar held the scent of oak barrels and aged red wine. I pressed myself against the cold stone wall, trying to keep my breathing even. Dominic's voice cut through from the other side, "Bold of you, coming onto my territory alone." A gruff laugh answered him. Through the crack in the hidden door, I recognized Carmine Lucchese, the East Side boss. "I'm just curious, Luciani, how do you sleep at night? Does your wife know Old Man Moretti dying at the hands of the cops wasn't an accident?"

It was the only place where he could lie, plan, cheat, and sin without anyone seeing his face. He cracked his neck and opened the first file. Vincenzo Carbone. He hissed at the name. A clown that always wished he was a wolf. Luca tapped his phone, called one of his men, and leaned back. “Heard you were looking for some spice this night,” the man on the other end said. “I need more than spice. I need truth,” Luca replied. “The fuck you want to know?” “Vincenzo Carbone. What is he doing these days? I need everything. If he farts, I need to know the smell.”

"Congratulations." "How is that a scam?" Emma folded her arms and leaned against the bathroom door. "Lia." "Hmm?" "Let's use the little common sense God gave us." Lia narrowed her eyes immediately. "I already don't like where this conversation is going." Emma raised a finger. "The sole heir of the De Luca family." A second finger joined the first. "The son of the infamous Il Re Nero (The Dark King)." A third finger followed. "The future Don of the richest and most feared Mafia family in the whole world."