Gangsta Luigi Novels & Stories

Armando asked as he walked in. Luca looked up. "I found something interesting. The man with sapphire eyes? His name is Gaston Dante. He's been linked to several high-profile hits and seems to have been getting frequent visits from lil boy Elpidio." Armando's eyes narrowed for a few seconds as the name gave him a strange sense of De Ja Vu "Dante, huh? What's his deal?" Luca handed over a photo. "He's ruthless. Rumor has it he's building his own network, separate from his sponsors. He's ambitious, and that makes him dangerous.”

"I’m not here to play games. Pay what you owe and tell me who’s been sniffing around Killian’s turf, or I’ll make sure you regret it. I might be a woman but If you cross me, Russo, I'll end you and this shitty business." The bartender swallowed hard, glancing at the boss who nodded. His hands trembled as he reached under the counter. For a moment, I tensed, ready for a weapon to appear, but he pulled out a stack of cash instead. He slid it across the counter toward me, his eyes avoiding mine. "And the information?" I prompted, my tone laced with warning. "There’s a guy," he said quickly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Goes by the name Luca. He’s been making moves, trying to recruit some

I shifted back and looked up to see whoever it was that I bumped into. He was tall and muscular, he also had some beards on his face, he looked like the same man from the mafia ball that Luciano hated a lot, that's him! I concluded to myself. “Wow, who do we have here?” he exclaimed “The woman of the great Don Luciano! What are you doing?” he asked. “Hello, good afternoon to you too,” I said sarcastically. “I'm here to do what everyone else here is doing, picking up a product and giving money in exchange”. I said to him,

Chapter 28 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••~°••~•• Someone is playing risky games with us. And not the kind that you can just turn a blind eye to—No. It's the type of game that makes you want to burn the entire fucking city down.

Mike immediately walked in and closed the door behind him. "Boss, You were right..." he replied extending a tabloid towards Nathan. The tabloid had some of the recorded videos. "Michael is back..." Nathan's eyes narrowed as he saw the footage on the screen. Michael Grayson, aka Gaga, was like a sworn enemy to Nathan, leading one of the mafia gang in Italy. He was both dangerous and ruthless. Though Nathan was also related to the mafia, he always had his hands clean. Unlike him, Michael's gang deals with all sorts of illegal activities. Killing, smuggling improper contents were his normal businesses.

He had no family, no roots, nothing except the memory of the girl he had sworn to protect. And then, in the middle of all that chaos, he met Gina. That night had been another routine job—accompanying his boss, the second-in-command of Hay Port’s mafia, to an underground auction. It was nothing unusual. These men bought and sold everything: drugs, weapons, secrets. And people. Luca had been standing just behind his boss, arms crossed, face blank, his mind drifting elsewhere—until she was brought onto the stage. A tiny girl, frail and shaking, no older than ten.

Luigi’s voice was thick with frustration, as if he was trying to break through my defensive walls. “What shipments? What are you talking about?” He was not making any sense. “Drugs. Heroin, to be exact.” Luigi’s words hung in the air like a death sentence. Drugs? “He’s a murderer, Summer. If you aren’t careful, you’ll get caught in the crossfire.” “Stop,” I whispered. “Take your goddamn blinders off, Summer! He’s the mafia don. The most powerful and influential boss in Chicago!” Luigi yelled. “Stop,” I repeated, my voice shaking.

Logan asked the man. "Yes, Boss. Swarthy took it." Giulio nodded his head. Logan's gaze fell on the man kneeling on the floor with his head bowed. The man was wearing a black suit that looked ruffled and dirty asa a result of getting kicked repeatedly. He is the leader of the Swarthy mafia named Enrico.

“Oops, my bad. As much as it hurts my eyes to look at your weird face, I guess you probably don’t have a bitch. You’re definitely taking it up the ass. Nothing’s wrong with that, but it seems like you’ve been getting too much dick. That’s why you’ve been shitting with your mouth. Maybe that hole needs a rest. You didn’t want to fuck me, you wanted me to fuck you, isn’t that right, princess pussy?” People in the restaurant were shocked. Martin, a notorious gangster, was feared by most people. However, it was clear that Lily had no respect for him. Martin took his hand away from his mouth, which was nursing a wound, and reached behind his back to draw his gun. He pointed it at Alessandro. A wa

Liam asks "His name is Tony DeLuca, he is a Rogue and a sick man but he's deep inside the black market. He's one of the guys you call when you're looking for a certain someone to buy." "You mean children don't you?" Liam looks ready to vomit as he speaks. "Yes." "How the fuck do you know some goddam bastard like that? Better still why the fuck do you have his number?" I can feel Jack slightly shake as he spits out the words, and I'm right there with him.