Gangsta Luigi Novels & Stories

He gave me one last worried glance before exiting the room, leaving me alone with the infuriated Don. My heart raced in my chest, thumping so loud I feared the Don would hear it. His gaze bore into mine, igniting an overwhelming sense of vulnerability and another feeling I didn’t quite understand. His predatory grey eyes seemed to lock me in. He took a step closer, his voice dripping with venom. "Do you have any idea who I am, Elena?" still pointing the gun at me. I could only nod. "I am Don Luciano Vitello," he declared with authority, his eyes locked onto mine. "And I demand absolute obedience from those who work for me."

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.

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.

I don't get it, how do people even manage to get themselves in these unnatural sitting positions. "And,he does." Shawn confirmed. "If I am not wrong he is the same man who tried to sell us to FBI?" Logan inquired and Shawn nodded, confirming it. Luca Greco is a 23 year old man. He is the leader of a gang that goes by the name, Sangue rosso, it means red blood. He was working and growing fine until he developed an unhealthy obsession with diamonds. He spent all his money in black auctions for rare kinds of diamonds that took a toll on his gang, he was managing so well. His gang fell apart but the obsession with diamond is still the same. Luca Greco is a witty person with an impressive IQ that

She looked at me and when she realized that I was not going to be the one answering, she slid her gaze back to Mario. He sighed. “GC is Grande Capo, he is the Italian mafia boss here in NYC. Santiano is Ty’s old boss back in D.C., he owed GC some money and for interest, he handed Tyler to GC. Although,” Mario paused and locked his eyes with mine. A frown appeared on his forehead. “I still do not understand why he did that. I thought he considered your friend Lucas as his own flesh and blood and he knows how close you are to Lucas.”

And his tall frame always manages to shame the door of my room, casting a shadow that's greater than the door could ever dream of. But as impressive as Luciano's physical attributes are, they can't change the fact that he's a monster. He's the infamous Mafia boss of the Silver Fox mafia gang club and my worst nightmare. He took my life away from me years ago and relegated me to the life of being nothing but a slut and a plaything to him.

And something darker: money, sin, and power. At the center of it all lounged Luigi. The nightclub was one of the many that he had scattered across the country. He was reclining like a king on a throne, surrounded by a pair of escorts feeding him grapes as though he were Caesar reincarnate. He was grinning, drunk on his own arrogance, his silk shirt open to his chest, exposing the rows of gold chains that decorated his sturdy neck, further complimenting his fingers glittering with rings. He was laughing at something that one of the escorts had whispered into his ears, when the doors slammed open.