Lgbt Luigi Novels & Stories

His dark hair was streaked with silver at the temples, his tailored suit hung loose on a frame that had wasted away, his face lined with a exhaustion no amount of power could erase. The scar on his throat stood out pale and stark against his skin. “Isa,” he said, his voice rougher than I’d ever heard it, broken. I set the glass down on the shelf, my movements calm. “You shouldn’t be here, Luca. You know the authorities are hunting you the second you step outside the EU.” He didn’t care. He stepped forward, his eyes never leaving mine, and spilled every word he’d carried for a year. He’d annulled his marriage to Sofia, exposed every lie and set-up she’d engineered, run the Lombardi family out

’ He asked and Alessandro’s eyes went wide, ‘Lissa?’ ‘My wife’ Luca said and the other man gasped, ‘Wife?’ He sank onto the sofa, ‘Oh fuck’ Luca lifted his head and glared at the man, ‘Talk or my men start killing’ They held their guns to the heads of his staff, most of them female volunteers who cared for the animals Alessandro knew what Luca wanted and he hated his brother for putting him in this predicament. Luca’s eyes narrowed, ‘You are not Mafia, it was too easy for us to walk in here which means you have a brother or a father or both’

t understand. “Dear, I know that I have always given you free will to make your own decisions, but this time I ask you to trust me and promise me that you will do exactly as I say.” “Dad, I have always been obedient to you, it would be no different now.” “Mr. Mario made me a marriage proposal for you and I accepted. You will marry Luca Bianchi, Mr. Mario Bianchi”s son.” My shock was immediate upon hearing the words marriage coupled with Luca”s name, the man who gave me my first kiss and who fulfilled a good part of my adolescent desires.

I'd slept late, reading through each and every word of the marriage contract. Twice. Everything seemed legit and it was a pretty good deal. All Luca wanted from me was loyalty to the mafia and to him so the whole image of the Martinelli familia wasn't destroyed. I didn't exactly care. I wasn't going to be with anyone any time soon. I pushed the door to his office open and I wasn't surprised to see they'd started planning without me. I just rolled my eyes and stood next to Maddox and listened to what Luca was saying. Something about finding a guy called Sante Di Laura. He was the head of the Vipers, the mafia that attacked but Sante was in hiding at the moment. Our tar

luciano we sat around the conference room, in the Vitale skyrise building, the entire Manhattan view stretching on the west wall. The meeting was with the top members of the Columbian crime organization. There were only two of them along with Cassio and myself. We had to keep it low and under the radar. I sent everyone home and ensured there was nobody around to bear witness to this. Luca had ensured that; there was nobody better than him at ensuring people were invisible and things remained unseen. It was Luca’s forté.

he thundered and I laughed. "You are Luigi, the famous Luigi. How come you find it hard to find what you want?" I mocked and he clenched his jaws. "Okay." He stepped closer. "I am Luigi and I betrayed him, why? I am a Russian Mafia king and the same is the case for him, he is a mafia boss too. Meaning that he can betray people as well. You saw Carina and two men, One is her one nightstand who happened to be your brother, and guess who else knows about it? Rodion. He found him, hired him to be trained to be a soldier and he hid it from you."

My plan, being such a big flop, had me reaching to take the card from him, but halfway to it, a firm grip rounded my wrist, drawing me to himself and gritting, “Forget it, she's occupied.” I raised my face to spot Adler’s glare, and in the face of Luigi’s calm, my knees felt jittery; he didn't just…he fucking didn't just… The card still hanging in the air, Luigi frowned, shifting his gaze from me to Adler, "Am I missing something?" Adler pulled me to his side, then snarled over my head, "Do you want to?" Luigi dipped back the card, shrugged, and, still holding Adler's gaze, crooned, “A caregiver, Huhn,” before he walked away.

But then, the things they talked about before I left was catching my attention. Who the heck was Don Luigi? Never heard of that name before. If he was someone who worked inside the company, then maybe I would know about it. Or if he was a client that Ricky was approaching, then I would know too. But I never heard anything about this person. I tried to search for that name on the internet but only a cartoon character came up, Luigi the Super Mario's twin brother. Okay, that was a stupid move.

Giovanni informed the Venice mob boss. “And why is that so?” Luigi fired at him calmly, he wasn't angry, at least not yet. “I don't plan on getting married, and even if I do, your daughter is nowhere near the picture” he replied and Luigi gave a short evil laugh. “My daughter is one of the best women around. It'll be an honor for you, getting married to her,” he replied. “I don't need the honor, Luigi. I'm already a man of honor. One of the most chivalrous men. Ask around.” he bragged and got up from his seat, ready to leave.

Slowly, Lorenzo’s hand left my mouth and he smiled at me as we heard Luigi say, “you'll want to hear this deal. It has to do with my daughter.” “I don't give a damn about one of your bastards,” Luca said, resulting in a low growl from Lorenzo. “I don't know any of your daughters.” Luigi laughed loudly again, completely drowning out Lorenzo’s growl. “Oh, you certainly know and do give a damn about this one.” I could hear the smile in Luigi’s voice. There was silence from the other room, silence which seemed to last hours instead of the few seconds it actually was. “Lorenzo,” we heard Luigi call.