Romans & histoires Lgbt Luigi

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Louise. My name is Lucius. I see you are looking very beautiful, may I offer you a drink?" "I don't see why not!" - I smiled in appreciation and followed him to the drink counter. Lucius was different from Mauricio, I could say very different, at least when it came to me. His gray hair gave him a more handsome appearance, an elegant crown, and... super sexy too. "I had heard rumors that Mauricio was in love with a certain secretary. I confess that I was curious to meet her in person." - Lucius spoke as if he had already heard about me, he must know Emma.

NARRATOR “Sir, just as you ordered, I took that Luca guy’s phone when he slammed into me trying to escape through the crowd,” the man said, glancing at him in the rearview mirror. Angelo was the one who reached out and took it from his deft hands. His driver had once been one of the most “talented” thieves in the city, until a bossy woman who captured his heart and a baby on the way made him go straight. “Well done, Patricio.” That was all Lorenzo said.

Lana Lucifer doesn’t say a word as we make our way back to my cabin, which gives me the chance to really take a good look at him. It has been weeks since I saw him, and my eyes are soaking in every inch of his masculine frame. His silky, dark hair is curled back in a trendy style, with the front being longer than the back, his dark eyes are shadowed by his long lashes, and his pouty lips are as luscious as I remember. If I had to categorize Lucifer, I’d say he’s a pretty boy with his Roman nose, high cheekbones and youthful features. Though his face may look young, his body is all man. At a couple of inches over six feet, he’s quite the specimen with his swimmer’s build and powerful aura. Hi

Apparently, this woman was something more to Luis than just the eyes and ears of his culinary school. She had also been the only guest on his part. And apparently, she hated English food, even though she was from there. “Can you relax?” Louis muttered against my ear as everyone headed for the door. "It's done, babe, you're one step away from getting what you wanted." "Married to a Lord,” I growled. "And I with a French one,” he completed biting my lobe before heading towards the elevator. "My name has nothing to do with my nationality but with religion,” I told him when we were all inside the elevator.

He greeted as he walked towards the last vacant seat at the head of the table and took a seat, Don and Luca stood behind him, All the eyes turned to Luca before turning back to Damian then rose up to have a good look off Luca, Dissaproval, They hated his presence, He needed no introduction, Word had spread that Damian Moretti had found a new pet but they hadn't expected him to be brought to a meeting and be rubbed in their face. “Do you mean to insult us?” Marco spoke, A dark haired man in his late sixties with ragged brown eyes and dark lips, The proud homophobe, He would never openly say a thing as his throat would be slit before the words came out but he didn't do a very good job at hidin

“Buonasera, bella.” Good evening, beautiful.” Olivia turned, startled. She had managed to get out of Nero’s grip to catch a breath to herself, but it seemed she could never catch a break tonight. Luigi’s grin widened as he gave a small bow. “Forgive me for intruding, but I couldn’t resist introducing myself. Luigi DeSantis,” he introduced, holding out his palm. Her discomfort was immediate. He had the same surname as Nero. He might be a relative of his.

The man who inflicted so much pain on me didn’t deserve any more of my time. I drew the gun from its holster, steadying my aim. Luigi's eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen. "You’re going to kill me?" he laughed. "Because I sent your whore of a wife a gift? Did you like it? It looked like those three bastards! I would have taken care of your three bastards the same way, but you found me!"

I discreetly sought help from Luigi behind the guy, but he also appeared troubled, rubbing his nose with his eyes closed. The man focused on me and said, "Well, well, who do we have here?" Luigi replied, "She's with me. Anything you want?" The man grinned, revealing a mischievous smile. "Who are you? His new girl?" he asked, seemingly ignoring Luigi. His question is straightforward and easy to answer, but it doesn't sit well with me. It's annoying. Am I his new girl? What does he mean by that? It seems like he's trying to portray Luigi as a womanizer, even though he doesn't look like one. I can't picture Luigi playing with fire. He's mature and has plans to settle down, so it's unlikely that

Blaine Luigi has been my schoolgirl crush for years. Massimo grunts. "True, but, if word gets out." He shakes his head. "I mean, Luca saw the two of you kissing." Heat flares in my cheeks as I feel so damn thankful that's all he saw. The things he could have seen are far fucking worse. "Not to mention, Luigi is renowned for being a sadistic son of a bitch." Massimo looks at me for a few beats before shaking his head. "It's hard to believe my baby sister is even sleeping with anyone, let alone a sadist."

A gunshot rang out. The capo was shot in the forehead and fell onto the conference table. Luigi lowered the gun and blew the smoke from its barrel. "Isabella makes the rules," he said, sweeping a menacing gaze across the room. "Who else disagrees?" Silence ensued. He had killed his own right-hand man just for my sake. … Late at night, Luigi was tormented by the side effects of the drug and his wounds. He rolled around on the bed, his cold sweat soaking the bedsheets.