Chef Luca Corleone Novels & Stories

We need to take the Lombardi family out once and for all, and that means finding a way to Luca. The capo lolls in a metal chair, with his arms and legs bound to different parts of the seat. Blood streams from a cut on his forehead and bruises purple his bare chest, but he smirks at me as I walk up. “So, I rate the big guns?” he says. “Interesting.” “Is it?” I grab a meat tenderizing mallet and test its weight, then pull the capos hand onto a low table. “Interesting to who, Luca? Is he the heir?”

Sophia said and Damon glared at Luca angrily, he was dressed in all black and his aura was powerful but he couldn’t look scared in front of a mafia, it should be the other way around. “Did he do anything to you?” Damon asked worriedly and Sophia shook her head in denial. Luca glared at Sophia’s innocent face, her red cherry lips but he knew he was not supposed to be attracted to her. But he found it hard to not want her. “Damon Russo” he called and Damon felt cautious beside this man, he had heard a lot of things about Luca. When Luca was in Poland, his name was popular in Italy and many other countries, in the police record he is recorded as the top gangster alive but he has never visited j

Third-person POV A week after Eliana landed in Grayland, the Caputo Famiglia finally posted a promotion notice announcement for Senior Consigliere. Fiore's name was prominently listed there. She hooked her hand around Lorenzo's arm and kissed him on the cheek, smiling radiantly at him. "Thank you so much for all your guidance, Don Caputo. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gotten this position so easily. I'll be treating everyone here to a celebratory dinner in a couple of days. You and Vincenzo must both come too!"

“You mean the father who lost money gambling and tried to tie me up in the middle of the night to sell me to drunken dock sailors? “Or the father who was willing to shove his daughter out as a substitute for death, just so his son could climb higher?” I lifted my foot and looked at his twisted fingers, my voice as light as a feather. “Be careful, Vincent. Don’t let your filthy blood stain this carpet. It’s worth more than your life.” Don Corleone stepped up beside me. “Luca,” he said in a deep voice. The once-arrogant examiner Luca was now kneeling nearby, trembling, not daring to lift his head.

Marco looked away, pretending not to notice. Only then did Lorenzo slowly let her hand go. Chiara dipped her head politely, her voice cool. “I apologize again for the waitress. Please let it go.” “It’s fine. We’re cool,” Lorenzo said, turning to his friends. They gave quiet nods in agreement. His assistant leaned in and murmured a reminder. Lorenzo was needed at home. With a small nod, he rose, gave Chiara one last glance, and left the restaurant. Meanwhile, back at the DeLuca estate, news had already reached Sophie DeLuca. Her son had been with a woman.

He looked up at the sound of my footsteps. I took my seat on the opposite sofa. My father spoke first. "Luca, this is my daughter." Luca turned to me fully, letting his gaze rest on my face for two or three beats. Then the corner of his mouth curved up. "Miss Rossi, I've heard a great deal about you. The photographs don't do you justice." I gave him a measured smile in return. "Neither do yours, Mr. Corleone." My father excused himself shortly after, leaving the two of us alone in the living room.

I huff “NO WAY!” Chloe let out a deafening scream that made me quickly pull the phone far from my ear. “ YOU MET LUCA CROVETTO!” “That’s what he said” I replied surprisingly rubbing my chin “Since when did you know about Mr crovetto?” “I’ve read about him in the news, I know he is a big player in the global market, always making power moves, there were allegations against him one time that he might be involved in some sort of mafia activities !”

She clapped her hands, and I nodded. As I made my way towards the operating room, I made the sign of the cross, and hoped I wasn't digging a death hole for myself. Santino rose, as I walked in. “Capo.” I turned to Luca who was biting at a cookie, with a tray full of them on his lap. He didn't even spare me a glance. And when he finally did, he winked. “Don't blame me. Guilia's cookies are so good. Sure you don't want one, Santino?” He stretched out a cookie.

Luca purred, still holding her hand like it belonged to him. And she let him. “You see, cara mia, I’m Luca Vicenzo. I own the Ratel Hotel. The Ratel businesses. Empires, riches, and a taste for spoiling pretty little things like you.” He smirked at me. “What do you say? One dance? I’m sure this ogre bores you to death.” “You forgot to add that you’re a mafia Don who kills pretty little things like her,” I cut in, voice sharp enough to slit throats.

Aurora asked. " Luca is the Capo of one of the most powerful mafia organizations,of course he'll have plenty of people trying to bring him down" He replied,his voice taking a hard edge. "But I'll make sure I get to be the one that kills Luca Giorgi"