Lucky Luciano Voice Novels & Stories

Lana said fanning herself whilst Sophia laughed. " You need to meet Mr De Nero ...he's so hot ..." She said and I froze at the mention of De Nero . " You mean Luciano ? He's the Boss ? I asked surprised. " You've met him Already ? Yes he's the hottie Aria ...omg " she squires.

Dante had told her that Linda was to meet with some boss today, but she was going to be taking Linda’s place and strike light conversations and also find out about the suitcase. They arrived in a private section, and a man sat on the big couch while smoking; his eyes were closed, and he was massaging his temples. “Boss,” the man who brought Lena called, and the man on the couch opened his eyes. He was in his early thirties and also very tall. His gaze moved to Lena, and he chuckled, “Come here, sweetheart,” he called. From his accent, Lena could tell at once that this man was an American. The man was known as Lucky Luciano, the top mafia of America, and also Nero’s biggest nemesis. For so lo

The black-haired guy playfully scoffed, as Blake flashed an apologetic smile. Then there's this giddy Alex and his exclamation, "Who's cute? I'm not! I'm handsome, like Luciano. Uncle Blake is the one who's cute here!" He said before flashing his smile that reached his ears with his brows wiggling at Luciano. "You got it right, Big guy!" Luciano laughed while winking his left eye and his thumb raised.

he suggests, I heard another thunder going outside, well another hot chocolate won't be that bad. "One hot chocolate and a croissant," the guy asks our bartender, I was happy about the bakeries good, I'm kind of hungry and another hot chocolate won't hurt me. "I'm Nick, and you are?" he asks. "Alex" I reply taking my hot chocolate and the croissant, I start eating my food, I made sure not to make a mess or embarrassing myself, but I guess I wasn't that good since Nick had to wipe some chocolate off my face, making me blush.

He could make this one out of a million others. “Looking for the boss?” the voice said, causing him to spin around to confirm what he knew well in his heart. “Luci? Long time no see,” finally the first bit of emotion from the giant. “It’s Lucciano. You can’t just give me a girl pet name because you feel like it, you know.” “Why? Lucci sounds sweet. I think it fits you perfectly,” he replied as he stalked over to Lucciano. “You were called over too? I thought it was a single-person duty.”

Sophia rolled her eyes, her expression disapproving. "So, tell me, what is your name?" the man asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. Luciana's gaze shifted to the empty chair beside him, where Donatello usually sat. She felt a pang of relief that he wasn't there, hoping that meant today's lunch wouldn't end in bloodshed. "Luciana Russo," she replied softly, her eyes drawn to the man’s exceptional features. He was a little older than Antonio, with threads of silver in his dark hair. Luciana couldn't help but think he looked like an older anime character - handsome and captivating.

“Are you sure the Omega’s properly drugged with the experimental Luna Nera? This plan to fuck over that idiot Lorenzo can’t fail, or the Alpha skins us alive.” I froze solid when I heard the conversation between a man and... Luca.

You must take it; you don't have to desire it, Antonio remarked. "Allow me to clarify, Antonio. Antonio's son Luca said with a deadly calm voice, "I do not want some whore you purchased. That word stung, now. It brought up spooky recollections for me. I slumped, relying on my two guys to support me while I fought back a panic attack. I inhaled gradually. The timing wasn't right now, Lucy. You're free, right? You're done. Breathe, breathe, breathe. Although I see how pitiful she is, our mafia owns her. She's worth billions," I found it perplexing. "Explain," Antonio commanded.

He says as he releases his grip. “Hello,” I say as his eyes falls on me. “You are one lucky woman,” He says and I take an hint on his French accent. “Alright then, I don’t want to cut out of your time, follow me please,” He says and Luciano follows him to where ever he is taking us. He stops in front of a little stall and he takes his phone and switches on the lights. A huge switch lays back on the wall with a little light bulb beside it. He flips it down and the entire amusement park comes to life.

“But how is it possible? Yer dead.” I give him a shy smile and wave. “Hi…I’m actually…my name is Lana,” I sputter nervously as a blush crawls up my cheeks. He might look like the actor, but his melodic voice is different. Where the actor was British, Rafael has a light, Scottish lilt. It’s not as obvious as Lucifer’s or Michael’s, but it’s there. Lucifer gives me a bemused snicker and whispers, “Stop ogling my little brother, lest I get jealous, luv.”