Chef Luca Corleone Novels & Stories

"Chris, this is a private matter." "A private matter?" Chris shoved his hand away and shielded me. "She bears the Corleone name now. What does your famiglia have to do with her?" Scarpa's face went white. "You'd go to war with the Falcones over this woman?' Chris laughed. He was looking at a lamb ready for slaughter. "You flatter yourself. This isn't a war. I'm going to kill you."

Salvatore has two sons Lorenzo who is here and Marcial De Luca who is younger and stationed in Brazil. The firstborn son of Salvatore. He must be around thirty based on the subtle beard on his jawline. He must have forgotten to shave this morning. He is the heir of the De Luca empire. He shut the door behind him himself. The click echoed too loudly in the room. "So," he said, in a rough accented, and unapologetically rude voice. His eyes menacingly looked down on me. "You're the girl." He scanned me from the tip of my head down to my toes which made my stomach churn. I felt like the room was suddenly on fire.

I'd slept late, reading through each and every word of the marriage contract. Twice. Everything seemed legit and it was a pretty good deal. All Luca wanted from me was loyalty to the mafia and to him so the whole image of the Martinelli familia wasn't destroyed. I didn't exactly care. I wasn't going to be with anyone any time soon. I pushed the door to his office open and I wasn't surprised to see they'd started planning without me. I just rolled my eyes and stood next to Maddox and listened to what Luca was saying. Something about finding a guy called Sante Di Laura. He was the head of the Vipers, the mafia that attacked but Sante was in hiding at the moment. Our tar

Master Luca Wilde roars back, his voice shaking the heavy wooden pillars. Luca Wilde is a legendary elder in our werewolf mafia world, his fur streaked with grey and his silver eyes glowing with a lifelong love for battle strategies. He is totally different from Master Luciano. Luciano is much younger and climbed the ladder by playing dirty territory politics, snagging the presidency of the Painters Association to play power games. Luca holds no fancy mafia titles, but his immense clout comes purely from his raw talent, honed over decades of devotion in the wild woods. When it comes to pulling dirty strings, Luciano is the go-to guy across the borders. But when the talk turns to actual brush

No bullet. Lorenzo's breathing came in shallow bursts, fear dancing in his widened pupils. "Who the h*ll are you?" he stammered, his voice trembling. A dangerous smile curved Luca's lips. "I am Luca Morano, the most feared and ruthless Mafia's heir to the Morano empire. You should have thought twice before stepping into my world. I don't get this angry often, but you've pushed me to the wall." His tone was calm, yet every syllable was dipped in menace. "You should be thankful you didn't have your way with my woman else.... , I've spared your life more times than you deserve but this… this is your final grace but you shall live it regrettably in pains."

"Mamma pretty! Belly!" I almost cried. My Bronx loud laugh came out instead. "Luciano, people are staring." "Good," he said. He stood, pulled out his phone, and took a picture of my belly in that cut dress. "Let them." The clerk coughed. "Do you, Luciano De Luca, take Isabella Reyes—" "Isabella De Luca," Luciano corrected. "She signed last night. She is already De Luca." The clerk swallowed. "Do you take her..."

Slowly, Elena found herself pointing to some dishes on the table, the lady served according to her request. “So, I told you about the mission later tonight, I also mentioned Luca is in charge,” Leo said, pointing to Luca. “He is a Capo, as well as the other two beside him, you will get to know what that means if you make it through the night.” He uttered and they chuckled softly. Elena scoffed. Why was he telling her all of this? Did he really intend to keep her? Why? “They are Mateo and Antonio,” he said, referring to the other capos, “And this is Lorenzo, I am sure you already met him, well he is the Underboss of this family, the second in command, the people around here call him Gray wiza

My footsteps carried me into the heart of the room, and there they stood—figures of consequence and power. My gaze found Mr. Luca Domenico, the capo de capi of the Cosa Nostra. His eyes glinted with a cheeky smirk, a gesture that betrayed a sense of amusement at the unfolding events. Father's advice echoed in my mind, an exhortation to maintain a façade of corporate grace. Despite my best efforts, however, my lips struggled to comply.

She soon appeared in the living room towards the smell of the food that was coming from the kitchen. As she stood behind her boss cum sponsor, she couldn't help but admire his fine figure from the back. His broad shoulders flexed as he moved his hand to mix the meal cooking in the pot on the fire. The grey cotton she wore under his apron hugged his masculine figure like a second skin. " Who would have thought that the great mafia leader who was sort after by the entire Nation would be a domesticated figure that cooks and cleans for his family?" Luca was absorbed with his work to notice her presence, but a smile graced his lips after hearing her voice.

Agreeing with me, she waited for me to go inside before she drove off. Heading inside, I quickly changed out of my clothes into pajamas. I got on bed and immediately pulled out my laptop and looked up Lucian DeLuca. I had completely forgotten all about him after I went to college. The online page opened, showing only a few articles about him. It turns out he’s equally a powerful mafia leader as the head of Casa Deluca. But unlike Adrian, he doesn’t attend many functions or galas. There isn’t much about him online, which I would think is strange, but I know how things worked in the mafia. There isn’t a record of what they do.