Gangsta Luigi Novels & Stories

I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. "I just do not want to go. I want to stay into this heaven. I do not want to go back to the hell of that merciless devil." I replied honestly. Yes, I was afraid of him but I was more afraid of going back to America. I knew once I would be there, De Leon would cage me forever and I would never get to live for myself. I would be nothing but a slave to him. I would rather become the slave of this mafia boss instead of becoming the slave of that devil. Hearing me, he just chuckled. That made me worried if he would soon send me back or not.

Alexander I stopped the car when Jay, Charlie, and James surrounded it. They really wanna die. I came out of the car. "Who's she?" Charlie asked me. He is the leader of their so-called gang. "Does that matter to you?" I was not in the mood for any fight. "Oh? She's another slut of you I guess" That was it. I took out my gun and shot him in his chest. They were terrified. They thought I'd not carry a gun to school. They are really stupid.

Their hands were tied behind them, secured tightly. Luigi stood behind them. He was a brick of a man. He never smiled, never slipped up, and handled most of the work that had to do with keeping our soldiers in check. With a rough tap, Luigi jolted them both awake. He proceeded to give us a rundown of their offense. “Maria and Ezequiel,” Luigi said, his voice flat. “They tried to get away with selling on the side.” “New in New York?” I asked Luigi. It was clear how I was more interested in this than Enzo.

He has a head of thick black hair. My private investigators did a good job. The appearance matches so far. He turns to me, a pair of bright grey eyes fringed by sooty lashes settle on my face. His eyes are shrewd. He has an aristocratic nose and a powerful jawline. Lance Hamilton, alias Il Santi. No one quite knows his parents or his education. He is the youngest recorded boss of the syndicate and so far, seems to have earned the respect of the people he leads—or beaten it out of them. He is reputed to be violent.

His goons standing against the wall with muscles visible through their cheap suits, but still no sign of Olivia or Rosa. “I've come to deliver a warning De Luca. I'm not a man to be played with.” “No kidding.” I gave a humorless laugh at his words. Finding nothing funny at the realization that Stanley had also vanished into thin air. “What's the warning?” I asked. And Isaac nodded to his goons. “Your workers and family are safe.” The goons went out, which I presumed was to go and let everyone out from wherever they had kept them. “You insulted me when you refused my daughter De Luca.” He said, taking a few steps to be all in my face.

In Italy, everyone was familiar with the name, Stefano De Luca, Luca Alvarez, and Milo Montez, the three Death brothers. Milo smoothed his white dress, finally discarding the feminine voice he'd been using, twirling his knife, he grinned at Gambino. " You wanted attention on your dick, didn't you? Why don't I give you all the attention you need, starting with these disgusting lips" Milo struck the knife into Gambino's lips, slicing them in half, Gambino let out a painful shriek as blood splurted all over. " I told you he'd destroy this fucker's lips" Luca's eyes shone with excitement at the sight of the blood, picking up his golden lighter, he stalked towards Gambino

" Nicole knew that the man hated being called old and that was the very reason why she kept calling him that. She had made it her life's mission to make his life as hellish as he wanted to make hers and she would stop at nothing to achieve that. She could see him clenching his jaws in anger and she smiled in satisfaction, an act that pissed Matteo off even further. "I might be an old man..." He replied, still holding on to her hair but letting his free hand roam over her body and rest on her ass. "...but You belong to me. You hear me? You belong to me!" He declared, bringing out his disgusting tongue and licking a nasty trail around her earlier. In all her life, Nicole had never felt more re

I retorted, a smirk forming in the corner of my lips. Luigi jammed his hands together, “Right, straight to business, just like your Father,” He said. He signalled with a flick of his wrists for his goons to bring the merchandise. Shortly after, two men rolled in a trolley which had some bags filled with weed. “He grabbed a bag and tossed it to me. “There you go, it’s all complete and weighed.” I looked over my shoulder at Anthonio, who then turned around and retrieved the suitcase. He stepped forward and placed it on the table, “complete and counted.”

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.

He listened carefully to the surroundings and adjusted his vision in the darkness. "Luigi..." Luigi hesitated when the voice called his name again. Luigi had goosebumps because of the depth of the voice of the caller to his name. The kind of voice that seems to be in the pit. Terrifying. "Luigi..." Luigi stood up and couldn't help but answer. "Who are you? Show yourself!" He tried to roam his eyes around, but he couldn't see anyone. "I'm here," the voice replied. "Where?! Show yourself! Coward!" Honestly, Luigi is scared as hell! He is a fighter, but if his opponent is like this, cannot be seen anywhere or worse, a ghost, he is effin' dead. He is freaking scared of ghosts, to be honest!