Novel & Cerita Lucky Luciano Right Hand Man

Even though there was enough manpower from Don Dada's sight, knowledge was needed. Zachary sure had me hooked there but I was not willing to give in easily. It would not be so so good at all if everyone finds out Luciano is an easy way to get me because I would only be taken advantage of, for a cruel and annoying asshole who would not even bat an eye if I got slaughtered right before his eyes. "I don't know what you are talking about, so leave." I commanded and he sprang to his feet, smiling. He reached his inner pocket, brought out a complementary card and dropped it on the table before leaving.

Antonio The traitor was lying beneath his feet when he stepped over him. Antonio wipes his knuckles off a cloth handed to him by Luciano, his brother looking wary of him. “You okay, Tony? You nearly killed the guy with only your fists.” Luciano asked him, knowing better than to question his older brother. Luciano looks down at the crumpled-up excuse of a Made Man and spits. Antonio shoots him a look that made him shut up immediately, all questions were forgotten. “I’m done here, give him concrete shoes,” Antonio says and steps out of the warehouse that served as a torture room.

I started, clearing my throat as I walked around my seat and guided Luca to the front of the room, facing every other person, “I kinda suspected what this was about, so I came prepared.” I slid my gaze to Salvatore, scoffing at the peeved look in his eyes. “Salvatore, you asked about my right-hand man, didn’t you?” Squaring my shoulders, I turned to Luca, who seemed a little lost, listening to me. “Well, he’s not a ghost, like you’d assumed. He’s right here, standing before you lot, in fucking flesh and bones.” Sliding my gaze over all their faces, the smile on my face widened. “Meet my right-hand man,” I introduced, pushing Luca forward, “Luca Santino.”

I passed by Lucian’s study on the way downstairs; the whisper of Italian made me stop. Lucian was inside with his underboss, a man called Enzo. “Controlla le telecamere. Tutte.” (Check all the cameras) His voice followed, harder. “Se quel figlio di puttana mette piede qui, lo voglio sapere prima di tutti. Capisci?” (If that son of a bitch sets foot here, I want to know before anyone else. Understand?) The rumor rushed back. He was making a reference to his exiled half-brother, the traitor.

Luciano was at the altar, his hands behind his back, his curly, dirty-blond hair pushed back, and behind him was Pietro, dressed in a tuxedo, since he was the best man along with Rione, and Lys and Sabina were the bridesmaids. I met Luciano’s stare and every thought I had left my mind. Even with all his men around him, with the thickest of his masks on, he looked at me as though I was the only one he saw. Who would have believed that Luciano De Luca was tamed? Taken?

Why I bothered to hire him is beyond me, but he was one of the closest to Nico and could be trusted by the Don himself. As far as I was concerned it was an easy job. Andrewkov was easy to buy, money talks. It’s the oldest saying in the book and it stands true today. Money is all they know about; all they care about. Ha, well now Nico has something else that he cares about. His precious fucking mafia princess, Lucky Gianluca.

Our tar \get was his right-hand man. "Wait a second. You want me to what?" I asked Luca and he glanced up at me. I could tell he was holding in a sigh. "Lesedi Khumalo. That's Sante's right-hand man. He's a con man from South Africa but about a decade ago, he found his way here and of course, Sante took an interest in him," Luca explained.

He drives with one hand on the wheel, sleeves rolled up— looking like everything sinful I should avoid. Luciano exhales deeply before speaking, “Someone tried to take you at the party. You're clearly not safe to go back to the convent on your own, and you know that. You are not untouchable, Elizabeth and there is not a single planet or lifetime in existence where I would have let you go back by yourself.” I clutch my dress even tighter as silence stretches between us before I break it. “The men… what did you—” He cuts me off. “They're alive and breathing. Although they'll wish they weren't when I'm done with them,” he declares in a cold demeanor that makes me realize I'm not just sitting wit

He shook his head and then said “I'm damn lucky, I'm so going to show you to the world, so they see the assets I got for myself” I couldn't help but blush helplessly. Is this man telling the truth? Or is he just good with words? Because the Luciano I know has no time to sweet tongue anyone. He smiled at the fact the way I blushed. That was when I remembered that I have a wonderful girls' hangout with Gigi and I am very sure she must have heard the news by now and would be in shock. I need to get to her quickly which means I have to leave Luciano right now.

Seizing the moment, he decided to demand what he wanted, knowing that in this rare mood, the Mafia King might actually grant his wish. “I’ve already told her that I am your right-hand man, so don’t make a liar out of me. You have to make this happen. Appoint me as your right hand,” Luca insisted stubbornly. Luciano narrowed his eyes and stepped closer, looming over him. Luca felt a sudden surge of nerves. Had he pushed the Don too far? Was he about to be killed with Luciano’s bare hands for his insolence? Luciano simply patted his back and said, “You are very important to me, and this is just a title. If it makes you happy, you are my right-hand man from this moment on.”