Gangster Luffy Novels & Stories

Luca’s POV “Did you or did you not lend a huge sum of money from the boss?” I watched as Luffy, the head of the questioning team demanded in an icy voice while vigorously shaking the man in his grip. Romeo. That was his name. Romeo Satori.

I know throughout the upcoming months seeing her grow our babies will finally hit the nail in the coffin, she will definitely own my heart. I drop Layla off at home making sure ten men are guarding the property. Andre just called and said that Dante De Luca is at Black Phantom another night club I own. Dante is the capo of the Italian mafia and is the same age as me, we've known each other since we were kids and have been close friends since. Arriving at Black Phantom I cut the long line and get in. Heading up to my office I can see that Dante's made himself at home. Drinking my expensive liquor with his feet propped up on the table.

Does this mean, mom is also aware of this too? "Is mom also aware that you're a Mafia?" I asked the same question running through my head. "I was a Mafia, not anymore. And yes, your mom knows that I was one before we got married" "Dad! What are you saying?!" "Years ago, while I was 16 years old, I got kidnapped with my best friend, Lucian by a mafia leader, Christopher. He was the most dangerous Mafia in the whole world then. We got kidnapped and were trained for four years to become Mafia. Christopher suddenly develop a love for me because I took out all plans effectively then one day, he announced he was going to pass the throne to me. He would like to step down because he wasn't feeling t

“They are mere thugs. They molest the public and extort others. We may be wild, but nobody ever achieved success in the underground mafia society being a saint.” As soon as he finishes those words, the gangster attacks me. He has a tattoo on his forehead and neck, “baby Yahoo” clearly written in italic with worn-out ink. He is chubby and clumsy in his attacks, but his moves are lethal and deadly. He throws punches as if he wants to overwhelm me with rush and adrenaline. The man they put in front of me is built like a wall. Bare chest, scars running across his skin, eyes filled with nothing but hunger for violence.

Laxus asked, his voice low but vibrating with fury. “I-I won’t talk!” Laxus delivered a brutal blow to the man’s stomach. The prisoner coughed, spitting blood onto the concrete floor. “If I were you, I’d rather speak and tell the truth. The Boss’s patience is a luxury you can’t afford,” Liander, the consigliere, remarked as he casually lit a cigarette in the corner. Unique looked up, his eyes murderous as the scent of nicotine hit him. He lowered his gun and turned to Liander.

It was safer to face the night with an open mind and see where it led. I walked down the hall and closed the door behind me. As I brushed my palm against the thin gap between his elbow and arm, which he had extended slightly, I reddened. Just from that brief contact, I felt a tightness settle in my core, experiencing the strength in his body. He looked down at me with a slight smile before leading us out of the apartment building. Roman Lysander guided me to his car, the same black, gleaming luxury vehicle I had seen him driving days before. Despite his gentlemanly demeanor—holding the door open for me and maintaining a courteous attitude—it was hard to imagine him as anything other than an

"You're starting to be read like an open book." The cold air brushed through my palms when Yuki stole Lizzy away from me. "What's wrong?" I tried to get Lizzy back with my arms straightened, but she avoided me. Yuki had a crimson aura that emitted from her entire body while she glared at me. "You're planning to kill Lizzy next, aren't you? Both you and King Dawn are from the same organization." Her vision traveled to my forearm, where she found the mark. "I can't be mistaken—you're part of the mafia!" She was having difficulties breathing as she yelled her lungs out.

Liam. He’s sitting at a table near the window, legs stretched out, one arm draped over the back of his chair like he owns the place. Maybe he does. People know who he is. People fear him. And yet, he looks so... calm. Casual. Like he’s just another guy grabbing a morning coffee. Except he isn’t. He’s one of the most dangerous drug lords in the city. And I’m about to walk up to him and ask for help.

Before he could finish, St Just had slammed a fist into his cheek and O” Grady grunted, reeling backwards, taken by surprise. Liam O’Grady was a professional street fighter who had developed into a full-fledged fighting machine over the years. He had been taken unawares, but not for long. The Mafia Boss growled and flung out his clenched fist, catching his brother in the chin and heard the satisfying sound of St Just groaning as he reeled. Another sharp punch, this time in the ribs and St Just collapsed. Folding his large body as he fell down, he groaned and tasted blood. Bianca rushed to him and held him kneeling beside him, her face cloudy as she looked up at O’Grady who was nursing his kn

She was tied up. "What the hell," she scoffed. "Hey calm down, Babygirl, you wouldn't want to gurt yourself," a voice echoed in her ears and she turned towards the voice. As she saw the man, she was shocked. It was the same man with Lamborghini whom she had rejected 12 days ago. "Who are you?" She yelled. "Oh, you forgot me so soon?" He asked as he moved closer to her. "Fine, let me introduce myself," he chuckled as he moved away from her. "I am Lucian Frederick, one of the most powerful mafia's of Australia," he proudly boasted.