Chef Luca Corleone Novels & Stories

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

Platters of prosciutto-wrapped melon, bowls of glistening olives, and a massive pan of what looked like his signature chicken cacciatore covered nearly every available surface. “You’re really turning into Papa,” I said, leaning against the counter. “Another five years and you’ll be wearing a stained apron as a formal accessory and yelling at the olive oil for being ‘disrespectful’.” Luca opened the fridge, his back to me. “Papa was a better cook than Mama. It’s a genetic imperative. She cooked with love; he cooked with love and a fundamental understanding of theMaillard reaction. There’s a difference.” He pulled out two bottles. “Beer?”

And my eyes lit up, as I saw none other than… Marcello’s father and his daughter Aurora sitting down at the desk. 5 LUCA Marcello’s father’s eyes darted upwards, and he began sweating profusely. He grabbed hold of his collar, his face going stone-white in shock, looking like he’d just seen a ghost, as he stared at me with a terrified look in his eyes. “Who the fuck are you?” he swallowed. “How the fuck did you get in here?” “I know you,” Aurora murmured, narrowing her eyes. “You’re part of the Cosa Nostra. I’ve heard of you.”

Then he chuckled to himself, shaking his head slightly at my growing stupidity. “Scar doesn’t have marriage prospects,” Lorenzo addressed the table. “He just has whores who he fucks whenever he pleases.” Amused laughter rang out in the room. “Ah! To be young and reckless again,” another old Familia underboss chuckled. “I miss my libido.” “Your libido is just fine, Uncle,” Luca snorted. “I saw you entering Hotel Galleria last night with two girls young enough to fuck your sons.” More laughter went off. Even I couldn’t resist the amused chuckle that escaped my lips.

I was the reason for Bianchi's anger; the least I could do was steer clear until Luca sorted it out. We were in the dining room for thirty minutes before Luca stormed in, annoyed. I wanted to ask him how it went, but the anger he radiated was so much that I kept my cool. "What is the matter, Son?" Lacy asked, and he looked at her and smiled. "The bastard came to let me know that he and his capos won't answer to me anymore," Luca said with a smile, but it sounded like a serious threat.

He was almost blushing. What can be it? I thought. Luca was coming behind us, " Good morning, sir. " Magro greeted Luca. Magro was unable to leave his smile. Luca smiled and glanced at him, " Are you getting married? " He asked. " How do you know? " Alisa winced but the blush crept to her pink cheeks still. Okay! They both are getting married. I smiled at the thought. But it faded immediately when my mind flashed the more output. Definitely, Luca is the most powerful. Magro is part of it. If she... " We are getting married. " Alisa broke the chain of my thoughts, exclaiming loudly like a child.

t understand. “Dear, I know that I have always given you free will to make your own decisions, but this time I ask you to trust me and promise me that you will do exactly as I say.” “Dad, I have always been obedient to you, it would be no different now.” “Mr. Mario made me a marriage proposal for you and I accepted. You will marry Luca Bianchi, Mr. Mario Bianchi”s son.” My shock was immediate upon hearing the words marriage coupled with Luca”s name, the man who gave me my first kiss and who fulfilled a good part of my adolescent desires.

-She will be out in a few minutes," she said rather unfriendly as she walked away, it was not normal for women to relate to me like that. After several minutes, a girl with very long black hair came out of the small place, she was wearing tight jeans that marked her figure and a short white t-shirt that showed off her bronzed skin. I couldn't deny that she caught my attention easily, and I didn't imagine her like that. As she was closing the place, I approached her from behind and called her name. She froze slightly, as if she was scared. Then she turned around and her honey eyes looked into my blue ones blankly. _Who are you? _I am Marco de Luca. _Who? _I come from Naples, from the Luca fam

"If you're going to keep me hostage in a multi-million dollar mansion, the least you could do is get the spicy beef flavor. This brand tastes like cardboard." Lorenzo blinked. For a fraction of a second, the dangerous, unhinged mafia heir looked completely thrown off balance. He stared at me, evaluating my total lack of submission after everything that had happened. "Eat your food, Alina," Lorenzo murmured, his voice dropping back into a cold, guarded register as he turned toward the door. "Don't mistake my patience for mercy." "Tell your chef I want hot sauce next time, De Luca!" I called out to his retreating back.