Lucky Luciano Right Hand Man Novels & Stories

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 was about to turn to them and say something, but his assistant caught him. “I will wait for you outside, finish your meal and come to me.” He said as he quickly got up and moved outside, while looking at that group with a deadly look. If it were up to him, he would have cut off their heads at that moment, but he knows that they are also just people who do not know the truth. He stood outside looking at the sky decorated with stars "Yes, there is no one in this world who knows the meaning of loyalty like Lucian. You must take revenge for what he did to you. You must do so for what he did to our father and to us?"

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.

"Young people don't know any better..." "Mr. Falcone is so generous..." But Lucas ignored them all. He walked straight toward me. Each step was a hammer blow to the silence. He stopped right in front of me. Then, as everyone watched in shock, he slowly went down. Not squatting. He was on one knee. The most feared man in New York, the Don, on one knee for a woman. In front of everyone. "Oh my God..." someone gasped. Lucas gently took my right hand.

Ferro grinned and pulled out his cellphone "So this is a setup?" I looked from Damanico to Ferro then to Jones and Harry "You were controlling my men all along." "Why do you think I had good friendships with 3/4 of your mafia?" Damanico pulled out a gun then nodded slightly to Harry and Jones "Tie him. He's got some answering to do. Let's start from the top Uncle." "A party without me?" a voice asked and I turned to see Lucario walk in dressed in a tuxedo with one of Xavier's girls called Sasha

And began to position the men while I watched. I had sent one of my most skilled men, Luciano, to take control of the tower and kill all the men. He had worked as a sniper for the US Army sometime in the past and had retired early due to underlying mental issues. But I had recruited him when I realised he was a very important investment. "Do you copy Luciano?" "Yes, sir." "Taken them down?" "Yes. They're all dead." I smiled. "Very good. Now, open the gates." I twisted my keys in the ignition compartment, smiling as the engine came alive. I hit the gas and began to drive through the tarred road that led to the tall, wrought iron gates.

he started. I recalled that Serena didnt tell me if she had company or not. “Manuel is with them, luchi was recently promoted to caporegime, and his son is consigliere now” he reminded. Luchi had served my father for years, Manuel and I grew up around each other, and his father would bring him for visits. But we weren't allowed to talk to him, my sisters and I, papa reminded us he was beneath us. “What’s the plan, Ariana,” he asked.

I noticed Bella and the girls smirking at Alessia; I knew they’d ask her about us later. "Now, Lorenzo wants to kill me and take Alessia. You all know about her past and the abuse she suffered at the hands of that bastard. We received a video call this morning. Lorenzo isn’t her father. He has her parents in a cell, and he has my sister." The room gasped at my words. "We have to take that bastard down!" Luca shouted, and the rest of my men agreed. "We will, but he has the Russians on his side; that’s why we’re teaming with the Americans," I explained. I could see my men were ready for a fight.

I gasped, my hand flying to my bare throat, my back hitting the cold stone of the hallway. Standing there was Marcus Langley. He wasn’t the head of security, but he was something far more dangerous: Lucian’s personal assistant, the man who managed the billionaire’s life with the precision of a Swiss watch. He was holding a leather-bound planner in one hand and a tablet in the other. His eyes, shielded by thin, silver-rimmed glasses, weren’t looking at my face. They were locked onto my right hand—the hand that was currently shaking and devoid of the five-carat canary diamond Vivian Lancaster never went a day without.

Nickolai’s Pov It’s been three years since I took over the Lucardo’s family business. After coming back from the States, my father sees this as an opportunity to retire earlier and hand over the family business to me to oversee every fraction of our business. He wants to spend a long-time vacation with my mother. To a layman, the Lucado owns most of the top hotels, clubs, bars, and Classic restaurants across every city in Italy, but these businesses are merely cover-ups for our mafia business.