Gangsta Luigi Novels & Stories

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.

“I didn’t know the plan would work. I was just following my instincts.” He paused and then continued, “Initially, I planned the party to announce my new deal, but when I found out De Marco might be plotting something, I saw an opportunity.” I sighed and looked away. He turned to face me fully. “The men from the other gangs, they admire your wit... your boldness. I do too.” He gave a small smile. “You know, Luigi Di Marco has a brother. Lives in another part of Spain. Big cartel boss. The only real one over there.”

Luca took out his phone and typed speedily on his notepad app before raising it to the face of the agent, 'So much charisma for one who wears a wire to confront me' A frown immediately formed on his face and he raised his eyes to meet Luca's dead stare. "What were you thinking? You son of a b¡tch. We know who you are Luca Antonio, we know you're the underboss of the finest white mafia group and we know you're responsible for what happened last night" Luca smiled and typed again on his device, and raised it to his face, 'You mean you corrupt heads who have flame under your asses right now. Fvck off or you might just be next!'

That’s one thing I promised myself I would never do. Soon I found myself in front of my strip club, seeing Stefano waiting for me at the door. I got out of the car and walked towards him. "Good evening, boss." The bouncer greets me. I just nodded my head and showed Stefano to follow me. I walk over to my private booth and tell one of the girls to bring me a bottle of Bowmore. "Any news on whom the snitch might be?" I asked Stefano. "Nothing yet, boss. I'm still working on it." I nod. "I want him alive; I want him to suffer.

I shifted slightly in my seat and nodded, then felt foolish since he was focused on the road rather than me. "I adore Italian cuisine. It’s a personal favorite." I noticed something burning within the dark depths of his eyes, despite their steely appearance. The silence fell again as he stared forward. “Sylvio.” He whispered my last name. “Portuguese?” I was surprised he had guessed correctly. Or had he? I had no doubt he had looked me up if he was a professional criminal—or in the mafia. “Yes.” I ran my hands up and down my thighs, smoothing them.

Chapter 54 [ITALY] The Mafia's resident. SLAM!! LUCA slammed down his hand heavily on his oak wooden table and Fabian flinch in front of him trembling in fear "What did you just said" Luca Roberto Gonzalez the Don, the owner of the Lucarians, the ruling mafia clan is Italy and also the father of Trevor. He is seated leg crossed on the other on his swivel chair inside of his office with his assistant standing in front of him. His face is twisted in a frown,lips tight but however he still look handsome and young.

34 years old Luca Moretti, is the Santoro crime family’s most feared enforcer, he was tall, heavily muscled, covered in tattoos, with cold dark eyes and a reputation for making problems disappear quietly. He’s violent, dominant, and loyal only to the family. When a high-stakes witness threatens to bring down their empire, Luca is assigned to babysit the witness in a remote safehouse until the trial.