Lucky Luciano Right Hand Man Novels & Stories

I stood at the head of the mahogany table, my hands gripping the edge, my knuckles white as I finalized a four-million-dollar deal with the Italians from Palermo—cocaine and rifles, a deal Lucian had started before the bomb at Joe’s Diner a month ago left him in a coma, his body broken, his empire that he built with his sweat and blood was crumbling. The syndicate was bleeding—half the crew had jumped ship, defecting to smaller outfits or hiding from Viktor Salazar’s taunts. He strutted through Miami’s underbelly, crowing that he’d toppled Lucian Moretti, The Reaper and kingpin who fell in love with a Fed. Love killed that fool, Salazar sneered in every dive bar, every backroom, calling Luci

How did she just disappear without telling him? "Don't stop, keep an eye on that man I don't trust him… and do me a favor…withdraw any partnership we want to do with him," Luciano gave his orders, he was done sitting idle. He knew what he wanted and Livia Gonzalez was what he wanted. "Yes sir…will do as instructed," the PA said with a low bow and left the study room. Luciano leaned back in the chair, his head was a mess. How did Livia just disappear? He was having a hard time finding out about her background

I also noticed the other men in black—Sandro and Andrew, if I remembered correctly—were Luciano's men too. "Don Lorenzo, Don Luciano... please. I swear I wasn't part of the conspiracy," Cruz begged, eyes locked on Luciano. Luciano let go of my hand and stepped forward. He gripped the man's jaw tightly, and his eyes—already dark—turned pitch black. "I believe you, Cruz. I believe you didn't orchestrate the conspiracy," he said coolly. "But that doesn't mean I'll let you go. You know why?" Cruz shook his head in fear.

Meanwhile, Luciano sat across from me, sipping a glass of whiskey, his gaze sharp and calculative as he observed the surroundings. Just then, a group of few men made their way towards our table. “Right there, Mr. Moterno, is seated there.” One among them pointed. “He's so young to have such an identity in the business world. C’mon let's make him our business partner.” Luciano didn't dare to look at them, he suddenly turned his gaze at me, causing me to almost choke on my juice. “What?” I arched an eyebrow. Before he could respond, the men were already at our table. “Hello, Mr. Moterno, nice to meet you here.” one of them said, and extended his hand towards Luciano.

the young man said with a smirk dancing on his face. The man, Allen was Luciano's younger brother and his right hand man. A man who was not afraid of getting his hand bloodied. A part of me told me he actually liked to get his hand dirty even more then his brother. I had never met him before but he had introduced himself after we sat down to eat our food.

There he took the plier from his hand and gently pushed him to the side with a smile on his face. It was as of he became suddenly happy for no reason I fear his mental problem might be back. Hearing Dee tells him to go take his meds one day, I assumed that. "It's Dee, not Dick," Luciano said calmly. The look on his face made it seem like his first statement was an introduction. "Morte or Luciano" He smirked staring at the plier. Without warning, he took the man's hand and twisted his thumbs. It happened so fast that I forgot to breathe. All I didn't was gasp as I stared at Dee and back at Luciano.

"Remember that I am still your Mafia Lord!" "Yes, but not this time..." he winked at me. We heard a loud noise coming from inside the building, so I put my hand over his mouth. He sighed and said, "Bro, take your hand off my mouth." “F*ck you.” I spoke as I shoved him aside, dove under to find out, and looked around where Jasper had hidden Lucy. Then he silly replied, “I will not f*ck someone like you over my dead body.” We exchanged piercing looks as I scowled at him. With one rifle in each hand, we cautiously made our way inside. As we peered around, my heart stopped beating at the sound of Lucy's agonized scream.

*** At the same time back at the mansion: “I have enjoyed a long and happy friendship with you, if you grow.. We grow as well and vice versa” Arun Kapoor raised his glass in the air, clinking it with another glass already raised The other man smiled “Uomo intelligente, sei una persona intelligente,” ( Smart man, you are very smart) Dressed in a smart black suit with a long coat in grey, Luciano looked impeccably handsome. He was a young man with raging hot blood that ran in his veins, wanting to conquer the world His cunningness knew no bounds when it came to cracking business deals and spreading his wings

“First, the intel I gave you was perfect. The Colombians’ bottom lines, their deal-breakers—I wrote it all down in the handover file. Second, my handover is complete. Whether the Corleone family lives or dies is no longer my problem.” “The deal falling apart is Lucy’s problem. You should be calling her, not bothering me,” I said with a cold laugh. “Her? That damn bitch!” Henry’s voice filled with murderous rage at the mention of Lucy. “The second the deal went south and the guns came out, she vanished! I can’t find her anywhere! Madeline, you listen to me. You will get your ass back to New York and clean up this mess, right now! That’s an order!”

Yet the image of that girl from the café had remained in his mind longer than it should have. Enzo entered without a word, a thick file in his hand. He placed it on the desk and waited. Lucian lifted his gaze slowly, his expression unreadable. Report. Enzo straightened. We traced the name to Oliver Russo. Confirmed he was part of the Valencia transaction four years ago. Lucian’s jaw tightened slightly. The Valencia deal had been one of his largest arms operations. Oliver had handled distribution for a smaller network and vanished with a portion of the payment. That betrayal had cost Lucian both money and men.