Novel & Cerita Gangsta Luigi

"Let's see. I was in the middle of my third meeting for the day when your coach called me to inform me of the crazy thing you did. Over ten people caught the act on cameras, and I had to spit out twenty million to settle them. The man who begged you to stop, Antoine, or whatever the fuck his name was, he was offered seven million, but he didn't want it. That's not all, because the man who assaulted just came out of his coma, but he will never live well again," He stands in my face and adjusts my collar. "So, yeah. Next time you seeing a fucking psycho trying to drown someone, call the fucking police instead of taking things into your hands." After his statement, he taps on the glass and that

The possession. “Seventy billion dollars.” The auctioneer repeated, his voice slightly unsteady now. “Does anyone want to offer a higher price?” No one spoke. The men who had been laughing and whispering hungrily at Lilith suddenly looked alert. Lilith didn't understand why the change had happened so suddenly. Until someone sitting close to the stage began whispering, and Lilith could hear him clearly. “That's Lucas Estevan Luigi, he's the mafia lord who just returned to this city.”

Well, he already told me that but what other part was a scam? Luigi continued, "The real Lucas has been dead for a long time. The current Lucas is Dylan. We planned it all and approached you in order to use you to deceive Mark and Doris so that we could get our hands on GT Group wealth. The plan failed so we had to leave." What the fucking fudging hell! I could as well be listening to a documentary on someone else's life because what nonsense was Luigi spewing out? My gaze impatiently flew from Lucas to Luigi until I started to feel really dizzy from the action. "Is... is what you're saying true?"

How was he so sensitive to every detail? "Fine,” I responded, slipping my hands out of his strong grip. He placed his hand on the wall, right beside my head, grabbing my cheek to shove me aside. He then turned on the lights. “Fulfill my desire in return?” He asked. I nodded. "Deal. I promise,”. "I never break a promise, and I never accept a promise being broken. Don't play with me,”. I nodded again. “Again, what's your name?”. "Luca. Luca DeLuca. The Mafia Don of DeLuca Mafia Empire.".

Strong winds made the helicopter shudder, and a moment later, it landed safely on the frozen snow surface. As Leon stood at the main entrance, several armed individuals were waiting with their weapons raised, appearing tense but calm. "Well, well... We have a guest, it seems," a red-haired man with dazzling gold teeth grinned. The flashlight that hit Leon's face confirmed his identity immediately. Napoli ordered his men to hold their fire and allow the people from the helicopter to disembark safely. Tonight would be an exciting night for Napoli. Beneath the veneer of luxury and wealth, Napoli, the 30-year-old drug lord, was a cowardly, cunning, and deeply vengeful figure. His fiery red hair

“Lock him up underground. Cut off a phalanx a day. Give him food and water. When there are no fingers or toes, kill him.” Two men held Luigi's hands. Another covered his mouth with duct tape. They dragged him into the yard. Luigi struggled with all his might, but the two men were stronger than him. Giovanni looked at me. He scanned my body. “I've been targeting the wrong person for the past ten years. What do I have to do to pay for my crimes?” he regretted. “Can we talk now?” I asked. “Open the gate!” he ordered. “Please get in.”

" Gludox laughed at him, shook his head, and walked away from him on the platform. Gludox Portoni, also known as Gluttony, is a Triad member. He is a chef who owns and operates several restaurants across the country. In the Philippines, he lives alone. Aside from that, Luca knows very little about him. Yes, they are friends, but only because they are both close friends of Wregan Leath, their association's mastermind and leader. Though Wrath dislikes the term "leader," he told them that they are seven friends who don't need a leader because they work as one.

I said without looking at him, waiting patiently for the metal to heat up. "What?" "I said, try again," I growled, my voice cold and low. "Mr. Gabriel?" "Wrong." I smirked, and then placed the hot blade on his palm. But that wouldn't hurt, right? I shifted slightly to where it would hurt most. This time, he couldn't hold back the scream as the searing metal sunk into his flesh. His friends watched in stunned horror. I leaned close to his ear. "My name is Luciano Russo, heir to the Italian Mafia. And I'm just getting started with you."