Chef Luca Corleone Novels & Stories

“I hope you aren’t tired of Italian food from the wedding. My favorite restaurant is a small place nearby. The cooking makes me believe my nonna is alive and well and in the kitchen. They keep a table reserved for me near the back, where I can enjoy my food with as much privacy as possible.” “That sounds amazing. How could I say no?” I looked up to the front seat and back to Dario. “Do we always require two bodyguards?” The smile he’d held when speaking of the food disappeared. “Tonight we do.” “Is everything all right?” “No, Catalina. Rarely are things all right. This morning before we arrived back in the city, Tony DeLuca, a business owner who works for us—he owns a trucking company—was fo

"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.

Mafia Luca is the second most dangerous mafia in the city. He's well-known for various crimes such as murder, manslaughter, and sexual assault. Unlike William, he's more terrifying and shows no mercy. He has a strong aversion to forgiving people. Luca is a covetous individual who has a profound fondness for women. He frequently dons a black suit and is perpetually accompanied by a minimum of eight strong bodyguards. He is a womanizer and frequently engages in relationships with college girls. His extravagant spending on women knows no bounds; he is willing to purchase anything for them.

"I have 12 years of their criminal evidence: money laundering routes, lists of bribed politicians, murder records, drug ledgers, all of it. Enough to put Don Lucchese and his two sons in prison for life." "Your terms?" "Marry me. Give me a new identity, and make me part of your family. Protect me and help me get my revenge." My voice was so calm it surprised even me. "Do you know who I am?" I admitted, saying, "No. But my father said you'd help me. He said you owed him your life." The man laughed. The sound was low and carried a dangerous magnetism. He replied, "I'm Eugene Corleone, the current Don of the Corleone family, and the Lucchese family's mortal enemy."

He threatened. He turned to the assistant and motioned for her to come closer and join her boss. “Look who we have here, Marco de Luca , Il capofamiglia I'Signori Della Notte," Lita said as though she was not surprised to see him. “To what do I owe this courtesy visit?” She asked all while maintaining a smile on her face. Lita Romano is the kind of woman who commands a room without saying a word. She had the aura of a powerful Italian mafia boss, she was sleek, dangerous, and always liked to be in control.

"Don Rino, per l'amor di Dio, I’m a soldier, not a decorator! My mother, she is the one for the flowers, but me? I know how to hide a body in a lemon grove, not—" "Then call your mother!" I roared. "And get to the cellar in the village. There’s a crate of 1945 Romanée-Conti. It’s behind the false wall in the back. If you break a single bottle, you’ll be tasting the dirt in the cemetery by sunrise. And the food... get the chef from Il Porticciolo. Tell him if the lobster isn't buttery enough to melt her heart, I’m throwing him to the sharks." "Don Rino, scusi," Luca stammered, his thick accent getting heavier with the stress, "The chef... he is stubborn like a mule. He says he only cooks for

Chapter 54 [ITALY] The Mafia's resident. SLAM!! LUCA slammed down his hand heavily on his oak wooden table and Fabian flinch in front of him trembling in fear "What did you just said" Luca Roberto Gonzalez the Don, the owner of the Lucarians, the ruling mafia clan is Italy and also the father of Trevor. He is seated leg crossed on the other on his swivel chair inside of his office with his assistant standing in front of him. His face is twisted in a frown,lips tight but however he still look handsome and young.

Masson nodded in agreement, displaying his confidence, and began observing the Corleone and Moretti families seated before him, his eyes narrowed. [Corleone Family] Benjamin Corleone, the aging patriarch of the Corleone family, exuded an air of authority and power. Dressed in a shawl lapel suit, he had a black-and-white beard and a piercing dark brown gaze. Luca "The Snake," Benjamin's trusted lieutenant, was known for his cunning and ruthlessness. Sophia Corleone, Benjamin's daughter, was a femme fatale with a taste for danger. She possessed striking beauty, with blond hair and dark brown eyes like her father, often seen in elegant dresses and expensive jewelry.

My eyes slightly widened as I turned my head to see Octavious standing in the doorway. He was dressed in a navy blue suit, with a black shirt underneath, greatly contrasted with a red tie and as always a trench coat thrown atop his shoulders. It was the same red as his tie and I won't lie and say he didn't look both terrifying and handsome at the same time. He looked like those mob bosses you see in Italian or old British films, all the way down to the hat he always told me was called "the capone". It resembled a fedora and panama.

Just when they arrived outside the restaurant and after when Ethan had placed Claire inside a cab they saw a Maybach stop in front of the restaurant. "Oh My Gosh!! It's the Mafia!!" a voice rose from the crowd "It's Luca Genovese!!" Luca stepped out of the car. Aurora saw him however,she was to weak to even stop him or throw a tantrum when he grabbed her arm and pulled her across the road. A deep frown burned on the faces of both Mr Russel and Ethan. The driver stepped on the brake and the car sped off. It didn't end there,more rumours rose.