Gangsta Luigi Novels & Stories

He signal every workers who had saw him to greet, he signaled them all to continue their jobs. " Ignore me, continue " He would say as he walk pass them. But to the staffs, it's impossible to ignore him. He is the Almighty Maximo Santino, the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss. The most feared man in Italy, a classic criminal who befriend both evil and virtuous at the same time. A man who could kill swiftly with his bare hands and also save with his bare hands. As he was walking about, he reached out in his breast pocket to retrieve one of his cigarettes in the pack. He look about for any signals that says no smoking but he find none so he lighted up his cigarettes and puff out the smokes slowly. T

He's had enough of this lunatic who believes he can always get away with whatever he wants. To convey his rage over Mattias, Lucio is gritting his teeth. This gangster dared to challenge him, how could he? But of course, he is merely trying his chances to earn some money anew as he needed his resources to surge so he could very well be on par with all of those groups who thought they could always have an advantage over him.

Fred taunted Bowie, he knew how long he had been in a batter with his brother ( Bowie ). Fred, Bruce, and Bowie we're all brothers, and siblings from the same mother and father. While Bruce was the eldest, Fred was the last child. He was different from the rest of his family, while his brothers took his mother's facials he took his father's. He also decided to dive into a different career from the one his family was into, yes Bruce and Bowie were Mafia lords. gods of the underworld, they were both known as demons hiding within humans, they killed and murdered with reserve.

My hands clench into fists. I let him off too easily that night. Gio nods, keeping his gaze on his screen. “No problem. We'll find him.” “E lo rovineremo.”(And we'll ruin him.) Lorenzo echoes, his jaw clenched. A smile tugs on my lips as I stare at my Brothers. The four brothers of Lupi Di Sicilia. Wolves Of Sicily. Our gang name runs high in Chicago and we’re known not to be messed with. But some gangs still like to test us out. Much to their doom.

Minutes later he emerged, dressed in his trademark shorts and a sleeveless shirt. Lucas Gotti was a sight to behold, his whole aura screamed danger and he knew it. So did everyone else which was how he came to be the leader of the rogues. His hair was shaggy and unevenly cropped, courtesy of the pocket knife Lucas used whenever it got too long for his liking, and the brown mess it was in at the moment was common. Every muscle was hard-earned through turf wars and defending his pack. His flinty grey eyes were tinged with the red that pronounced him a rogue, but those who were in his inner circle knew where Lucas really came from. His Italian features were proud and as his last name suggested,

My men were stationed at every possible exit, radios silent, eyes sharp. “Two guards by the south entrance,” Luca whispered. “No movement from inside.” I nodded once. “On my mark.” We moved like shadows silent, coordinated, deadly. I came in from the west door. The lock clicked under Luca’s tools. Inside, the air was musty, thick with old smoke and gasoline. I raised my weapon and motioned the others in. Footsteps. Voices. We turned the corner and there they were. Three of Rayna’s men eating at a folding table, laughing like this was a damn picnic. They didn’t even look up until we were on them.

Me Lucky Gianluca the youngest of the Gianluca family, being married off to him. Nico Santangelo is nothing but a killer, a man who has more money than you could possibly imagine and all from ill gains. He is the head of the Santangelo Cartel since his father passed away from a heart attack just six months ago. Since then, well since then everything, literally everything has gone to shit.

They start off stealing and then excalates to war, and that's why the Italians are here because they want to war. Right now, I am getting ready to go to our warehouse to meet the new recuits. Hopefully, they are better than the last set we had. Becoming a new member of the mafia is stressful, for both us and them. There is a series of tests to even be considered as a recuit. Mia and Diego were accompanying me. We were also going to meet Vincenzo's brother and sister (Valentino and Gabrielle). Mama wanted us to show them around the warehouse since they were going to be here for a while, and I thought they could be potential friends.

Now he was back for revenge! Matteo’s face paled, realizing that the threat hadn’t gone at all. It was now heightened with Luigi hell-bent on seeking revenge on him for betraying him. After losing his gang, and his work, Luigi had nothing else to lose. The men entered the mall, and he had to seek new hiding places. He felt for his mobile phone to call Derek Walsh and inform him about Luigi’s existence. If anyone could help him now, it was Walsh. He could contact the US Marshals team here in Pennsylvania to protect them.

The gangster who had escaped earlier was now at the front line. Among the crowd, there was a man who was getting thin on top, with a cigarette in his mouth, looking aloof. Luke, who was rolling on the ground, sneered after seeing this scene, “Harvey, you’re finished! This is my godfather’s number one man, Cech Gotti. You’re dead!” Cech saw the scene in front of him. His face was icy. “I don’t care who or what your identity is. You’re asking for it since you dare to touch our little master!”