Gangsta Luigi Novels & Stories

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.

Pushing those thoughts away from my mind, I pulled Cain's hand towards the little cart parked across the street. Luigi as usual mattered some spanish words as a sign of how happy he was to see me again. Then his face changed when he saw Cain, he was so shocked that he stopped fanning the little Gemini sausages on the grill. He wiped his hands with a rag before greeting Cain. "I'm such a huge fan, can I get your autograph?" He asked.

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.

With a nod Luigi starts grabbing bacon and some bread while I palm the credit card in my hand that Alan gave me. "So, Anna. How's things sugar?" Luigi is originally from Puerto Rico and was the first person to graduate from high school in his family. His father was the original owner of Luigi's and when Luigi got old enough, he took over right after high school. He has done amazing with the place and has had many offers to buy, but he wanted to keep it in the family. Luigi has three children. His oldest, Simon was just accepted to the University of Ohio and his other two children want nothing to do with the deli.

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!”

I thought mobsters were more religious and took good care of their families. "Okay!" He shouted. Enrico allowed Livia to leave the basement to take a shower. "You’re gonna shower in my bathroom and when you’re done, you’re gonna come back here". "No, I won't!" Enrico pulled Livia. He looked into her eyes for a few seconds while their bodies were close to each other. "You must give me the answer after the bath or you will go back to prison". He just walked away. "Do you understand me? Livia nodded. She walked slowly to the exit. Two men in black suits followed the gangster and his prisoner.

When asked this. "Is that just the name Ely?" When it refers to the woman with her back turned while carrying a flower. "Yes Ely, I'm sorry huh? He's just really like that, rude." He even approached her and squatted down to whisper. "That's Tondo's gangster." She said and Lucy laughed. "Really? Not obvious." He said this and went back to his motor. The handsome smile on his face because of what he found out did not go away. "Gangster of Tondo? You changed my place." he looked at the girl again and she looked at him badly. Lucifer decided to drive a motorbike to get to Amira's grave.