Chef Luca Corleone Novels & Stories

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.

Luca sat comfortably in Don Lorenzo's leather chair. His feet rested on the polished mahogany desk, and a glass of whisky swirled lazily in his hand. He was beginning to enjoy the throne. Outside the study, guards patrolled every corridor. Inside, the new self-proclaimed Mafia King allowed himself a rare smile. A sharp knock interrupted his thoughts. One of his captains entered. "Boss." Luca looked up. "What is it?" "Don Rossi is on the line."

Elena wasn't insulting me. She didn't need to. She planted the smallest seed and allowed everyone else to water it. By the end of the luncheon, I slipped away in search of the ladies' room. The hallway beyond the ballroom was almost empty. As I rounded a corner, familiar voices stopped me. I recognized Luca immediately. He was speaking with two older businessmen. Neither of them had noticed me standing around the corner. One chuckled. "The newspapers certainly have something to celebrate. Your wife has become Palermo's newest scandal."

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"

The atmosphere in this room seems deadly "How rude of me sorry my name is Luca Morelli the Don of the Sicilian mafia," he says extending his hand and my eyes widen. My blood runs cold. If it wasn't for the sound of the bacon sizzling and the sound of this man's lips spreading into a smile I would think I was dreaming "Cazzo " I whisper shutting my eyes and he chuckles

She lowered her voice as they approached near them. The private elevator door was already opened. They shuffled in. Romero and Nico followed them. " Romero, why don't you tell your sister in law who you are exactly?" He said he took his phone out and ran his thumb over the display. She glanced at the screen to read them but couldn't understand the Portuguese language. Romero smiled and glanced at her, "Hello, sister in law. I'm Romero De Luca. I'm the CEO of De Luca security companies." She grinned and shook his head to stop him, "I don't know you're the CEO. I don't know if you're that famous. I don't read magazines and watch television. But I was aware of the company. I was expecting an ol