Novel & Cerita Gangsta Luigi

“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!'

People classified as 'blancos' (whites) were the insulares or "Filipinos" (a person born in the Philippines of pure Spanish descent), peninsulares (a person born in Spain of pure Spanish descent), Español mestizos (a person born in the Philippines of mixed Austronesian and Spanish ancestry), and tornatrás (a person born in the Philippines of mixed Austronesian, Chinese and Spanish ancestry). Manila was racially segregated, with blancos living in the walled city of Intramuros, un-Christianized sangleys in Parían, Christianized sangleys and mestizos de sangley in Binondo, and the rest of the 7,000 islands for the indios, with the exception of Cebu and several other Spanish posts. Only mestizos

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.

Arsenio tilted his head, opening the sunglasses that supported his appearance tonight. [DATA] [Name: Mallory Guan] [Nickname: Luke Mallory] [Age: 55 years old] [Race: Human] [Level: Mafia Boss] [Action Points: 6000] [Victory Points: 4400] [Skill: 920/1000] [Stamina: 830/1000] [Position: Chairman of the Red Devils] [ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: Luke Mallory, controls the entire territory of Apple Blossom City. William Guan's third son. Owns 10 mansions. Dozens of luxury cars. Land and many more].

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.

Dante said calmly “I believe that we have organized it well enough for you to be satisfied alongside the other partners, shareholders, and ‘friends’. Don’t worry, we won’t have a sniper pointed at you, by the way” Giovanni clenched his fist, but said nothing as he took a step back, followed by another man, and judging by Leo and Aunt Gabriella’s glares, I could tell that it was Mattia. The men walked toward a table, and nodding at the bartender, the man brought them two glasses.

"Okay, if that's what you want to hear then, tell me your name, would you mind?" Said the huge man. "My name is Loius, and I'm a witch! I guess you already know that I'm a Witch, right?" "I'm, Gama! I am the leader of this gang. You have all about us, he told you everything that you needed to know about us," he pointed at the man who had narrated to me the motives behind the criminal career path they have chosen.

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.