Chef Luca Corleone Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

Now, that sweetness belonged to someone else. I pushed the thought away, burying myself in the winery project paperwork. I’d pulled all-nighters for weeks to get this deal over the line, and of course, I was working late again that night. It was pitch black outside by the time I finally looked up. Zane was standing in the doorway. “Seraphina? You’re still working?” I looked up, my voice cold and distant. “Is there something you need, Don Corleone?” He seemed thrown by the formality, but after a brief pause, he walked in.

Intimidated by the sheer pressure radiating from me, the Neapolitan boss swallowed his pride and nodded. “No way!” Just then, Luca appeared. He was in a wheelchair, both legs shattered. "Alexander! You have to hand over that bitch!" Luca roared, his face twisted in a mask of agony and hate. "I want to chop her into pieces!" "Luca, learn to be content," my voice was devoid of emotion. "Ivy belongs to Cosa Nostra. Even if she is to be chopped up and fed to the dogs, only I have the right to wield the knife."

But I didn't want to keep Luca waiting for me till the time I was done so I followed Leo to his house instead. The moment Luca spotted us through the front door, he practically came flying outside in a ridiculous “Kiss the Cook” apron tied around his waist. I burst out laughing immediately. “What the hell are you wearing buddy?” “Respect the chef,” Luca gasped dramatically before wrapping his arms tightly around me. “My daughter has returned safely.” he hummed. Leo just walked past us without sparing us a glance. "Thanks for the help bro!" Luca yelled after him but all Leo did was wave his hand.

Marco stood stoically behind him, holding a silver tray with a giant metal dome cover. "We were the executive culinary team, Doc!" Luca announced proudly, striking a pose. "Marco was on steak duty, Alex handled the reduction sauce, and I... I am the master of spices!" Dante shot Luca a look cold enough to freeze the ocean. "Luca. Serve the food and shut up." "Yes, Capo!" Luca squeaked, quickly stepping forward and pulling off the silver dome with a grand flourish. "Behold! Wagyu steak with truffle reduction and roasted asparagus!"