Lucky Luciano Right Hand Man Novels & Stories

A voice came from a distance revealing Lucifer with a reddened eyes and fuming face. "Is she yours, isn't she just a plaything!" The man growled. "She's mine coward!" Lucifer grinned as the man shifted back. "Yours?" Lucifer didn't respond as he took fast strides towards the man as a flying kick went across his face. Tatiana moved away as she breath heavily. In a swift, Lucifer knocked the man down removing his mask, he was also a Mafia Leader who had eyes on Tatiana ever since she came. He placed his legs on his chest pressing it against the ground as his boiled angrily.

And he was mine I was the only woman to ever have the pleasure of him. And that's how it would always stay. "Please" he asked I shook my head again "You need me there, who else will stop you from killing him?" I joked Well... half joked. He probably would kill him. And he couldn't. Aedion was the Spanish mafia don. And no matter how much Lucian loved me, we couldn't afford to start a gang war just because he didn't like him.

Romero added. "What about the branding?" I asked. Vic nods and pulled up a picture of a branded skin. It was Luca Romano. The man who used to be the head of the Romano Mafia. After the last time that we retaliated against them, Luca was left heavily wounded. We never confirmed his death and he never showed up afterward either. My breath hitched as I realized that it was the same as Luke's. Luca Romano was the heir before his father. Romero looked over at me with concern in his eyes.

I was feeling borderline psychotic. “I had Carter do some digging tonight. Lucky’s too careful to do this shit himself. He had his right-hand man take care of it.” “And?” I growled impatiently. I was going to knock his fucking head off his shoulders. Derek huffed out an exasperated breath, like he was already regretting telling me. “Turns out that man is Stefano Ricci. Name sound familiar at all?” He glanced over at me out of the corner of his eye, gauging my reaction.

The one who ruled the east side of Velmora City. The discovery about her role as the queenpin caught Jason off guard. As far as he knew, the east side belonged to Don Luciano, a powerful crime boss Jason himself had put in power. Six years ago, there was a brutal war between two underworld figures, Don Luciano and Don Tony. Both were fighting for control of that part of the city, and the chaos had rippled across the entire underworld. Acting on behalf of the Eclipse Syndicate, who wanted stability, Jason stepped in and helped Luciano take the throne.

“Then let me be the reason you don’t lose yourself completely.” His eyes opened — sharp, raw, undone. “Elena…” He said her name like it hurt to speak. And then, slowly, he reached for her hand. The contact was small — but it meant everything. Her fingers curled against his palm, and for once, he didn’t pull away. Outside, thunder rolled again — but inside, it was quiet. Just their breathing. Just the storm waiting to break. By dawn, the plan was set. Luciano had returned with the finalized routes and escape coordinates. Three cars, twelve men, one goal — infiltrate Alessandro’s estate, dismantle his guard, and take back control of the D’Angelo legacy before the old man could strike again.

"Ms. Tuttle, don't you feel like something's missing?" With a snap of my fingers, the doors opened again. Two bodyguards in black dragged a man into the room. They strode over before dumping the man like a sack of trash next to Jessica. It was Ronald, who had tried to flee with the 20 million dollars. Even though he was bruised and battered, he was still clutching the suitcase filled with cash. Brooke sneered from the side. "You can try to run, but this is my turf. Do you really think you can escape?"

“So… there’s a rat.” Cassian’s low, gravelly voice cut through the silence of his private study. He stood beside his massive mahogany desk, a crystal glass of scotch hanging loosely between the broad fingers of his right hand. The amber liquid shifted around the ice as he stared down at his personal enforcer, Luca. “Yes, boss,” Luca said, stepping forward, reached into his dark suit jacket and dropped a thick stack of manila papers onto the desk with a dull thud. “I did as you instructed, and I was able to identify him. It’s Don Antonio’s left hand lieutenant.”

"You knew mine was the only seat left, and you still made the decision for me because you were sure I'd give in." "Four days. Once the truce is signed, I'll deal with this." "You're making me wait again?" I pushed the ring toward him. "In four days, I'll perform my last public duty to this family. "Once the signing is over, I'm ending our family contract." Lucas's voice turned cold. "Are you threatening me?" "I'm telling you." "I've waited three months for you to choose me. This is the last time I'll ever wait." After the banquet, Adrian, Roman, and North District capo Carlo Rizzo summoned Lucas to a meeting.

“How did that happen? I thought you—” “I need the coordinates for his tracker as we speak.” “Get Hillary this instant!” he barked at the other end. “Aziel, if anything happens to my son, you—” I cut the call, tossing the phone aside. Another lecture would give me migraines at this point. Luciano’s laughter rumbled through the room, and everyone turned to look at him as he leaned casually against the wall. “Remind me why you are still my right-hand man?” “I’m the best. That’s no way to speak to your king, Don.”