Lucky Luciano Right Hand Man Novels & Stories

"Don't punish me like this. You know that isn't what I meant." His fingers closed around me. I looked down at his hand. "Let go." Luca turned toward the voice. Lucien De Santis stood at the entrance, his black coat draped over one arm, one leather glove still on his hand. Luca knew who he was. Lucien controlled the northern routes and half the private security network in Europe. The kind of recognition Moretti had spent years chasing was something De Santis had never needed to beg for. Lucien walked in without looking at Vanessa. His gaze went straight to Luca's hand around my wrist.

Bianca and I were tied on opposite ends of a huge mountain of explosives with about 30 feet separating us. The Don of the Genovese family video-called Dante and said, "Long time no see, Don Luciano. I have both your woman and your lover. Either hand over your territory to the port, or choose only one of them to take with you. The one you leave behind will be blown into smithereens with the ruins." Dante rushed to the ruins with his subordinates in tow. A steely expression crossed his face when he saw Bianca and me tied to the poles.

A tense mood settled among the people inside Il Grande as they looked back and forth at the two men. ”Hopefully, no unfortunate circumstance befalls you. But the next person-in-line would be-” Delian interrupted him, “Thank you for your concern, Sir Renaud.” He looked around until he met with Rein’s gray eyes. “The logical answer is Rein Evander. He’s my consigliori and I have no heirs of my own.” It was a spoken rule that her younger sister would not be included in any mafia affairs. But what Delian expected to be at least a supportive look from his right hand was not present. Instead, a cold and irate expression graced Rein’s face.

" The boss is here " Alessio announced rather gleefully to the man which was hung upside down in the dimly lighted Attic that way dripping water at the corner. The sheep has been taken by the Italian Mafia men, alongside three other men of Zainy's. Maximo Santino has been informed by his men about their capture. Zainy's men has been having their fun in a stripper's club when Marco Storm in with his own Italian men. Trust maximo's members to fight to death till they get their heart desires.

The stranger was one of my stepfather’s old associates—someone who had helped arrange the auction. Luciano looked at me across the kitchen. Then he looked at the man on his knees. “She is my wife,” he said, voice soft and lethal. “You touched what was already mine when you put her on that platform. You die for it.” The gunshot was muffled by a silencer. The body dropped. Luciano’s men dragged it away without a word. Blood speckled the tile near my bare feet. Luciano walked over to me, took the half-eaten apple from my hand, and set it on the counter. Then he cupped my face with both hands, thumbs brushing my cheekbones.

And I badly wanted to throw up. I took a step back, shifting my face from him, also trying not to appear rude. I didn't know how dangerous he could be. "Disappear before I make you," a very familiar baritone voice said behind the man. The man shifted, then I saw Luciano, dressed in his usual dress shirt and tailored pants. All black. His eyes were dark as he stared at the man. The man wanted to put up a fight, but Luciano's gaze was deadly and the man didn't need any more warning to remind him that he needed to leave. And then, with a huff, he scurried away.

He, his underboss and caporegime, had memorized each member as well as the skills of all organizations, from the highest position to the lowest. That’s how they can so easily spot the enemy’s personnel. “We are in the process of gathering the faces we observed, with the aim of identifying which groups Lucian convinced to side with him.” That must be what Lucian was hinting at; he was ready to take on Lance. Besides the Phoenix. Beyond the Phoenix, he cut deals with numerous organizations." Given that there is much jealousy and anger toward the Fire-Hart organization, it is likely he persuaded many to align with him and bring Lance down.

“The question is, pretty boy… how the fuck did you survive Lucien Blackwood? After all that stealing. You fed me those chemicals for years, lined your pockets while smiling with his men. Then you lit the match that started the whole damn war. Lucien wiped my Lord’s Cartel… the entire legendary pistol powder cartel clean off. The Pistol cartel has been here for a century, and Lucien wiped them out in a day… Everyone is gone. Me? “He tapped the ruined side of his face. “They said headshot. Close enough. Bullet took the eye instead, I was Lucky, I guess. Been laying low ever since, picking up what’s left. But you… you’re still walking around like nothing happened. Still playing house. Still got

the man asked again. “Lucien Hart.” Lucien answered. I tugged at his sleeves, silently asking him what he was up to. “Relax, everything is under my control. He is the person behind the mysterious organization who was controlling Marcus into kidnapping innocent wolves.” His voice came through my head and I was shocked at his words. “Lucien Hart?” the man asked. He fell silent as if he was trying to remember something. “Ooh, so it is you. Then I guess you should know what I am talking about, right? Has your little plaything become a pile of dry bones already?” the man asked in a taunting voice.

—Yes, wonderfully, Santiago is a great man. -Santiago? - Luciana asked in a whisper, when Irina was going to answer the two men arrived. —I think we can go now, Santi has arrived. — Said Saúl who at that moment looked from him to Luciana — Lu, meet my best friend Santiago O'Brien. — And then he turned to his friend — and I present to you Luciana Brown, Irina's best friend. — They both looked at each other surprised, Santiago couldn't help but look at her from top to bottom with her gaze.