Lucky Luciano Voice Novels & Stories

Tousled Dark hair, deep soulful brown eyes that stared at me sadly as I peered down at me. "You're awake," He breathed, leaning closer. His hands stroked my face, catching the tears that slipped down. "Does anywhere hurt? Raven? Talk to me baby. I knew that doctor was a whooping bastard. He probably didn't do his job right." "I am right here Luciano," A strange voice quipped. Luciano looked away to glare at the corner of the room where the person who had spoken most likely was. "Well get up and have a look at her! If you did your work right, she shouldn't be crying you bastard! Fix this!" He ordered.

Lu called out in confusion "Ari are you there?" "Yes!" A different voice replied "Hello, Luciano" Ugo's rusty bass sneered.

The lady was laying on the far end, shivering from the cold and pain. “Damn it,” he muttered in a case as he dragged himself until he was laying on his back “Who's Olivia, sir?” the woman's hoarse voice was heard. Luciano, who had his eyes, closed trying to gain control over himself, frowned…his eyes opened and tilted his head to glance at the woman slowly turning around. “Since when does a cheap slut like you ask questions,” Luciano remarked bitterly. The lady ignored his sarcasm and scooped close to him. The room was dark, but she saw the outline of his body.

“If you won't leave that stupid girl for me, then both of you — *hiccup* — can rot in hell.” “Wait! Sophia! No!” Luciano barked , but it was too late. “Hasta la Vista” she hiccupped before the call ended. A loud explosion blasted in our ears and the ceiling began to groan. This was it.

Then she muttered, almost to herself, “What’s going on… Jesus.” Did she really not know it was him? A cruel idea popped into his head. His lips curled into a smirk as he said. “It’s not Jesus, It’s the devil.” his voice dropped some octaves as he purposely deepened it. Her voice trembled as she whispered, “What? No. Is this a dream?” pure horror was clear in her tone. Luciano didn’t answer right away. Then, in a tone that was almost gentle, he said, “It might be. But you better not open your eyes… unless you want to see the devil in your dreams.”

Her sleepy, sexy voice came from the other side of the line. "Oh god! This voice. Your sexy voice!" Lucian rasped as he began to cum. "Principessa." he grunted, spilling his cum onto the sheets. "I fucking missed you."

The sound of bone meeting metal echoed through the room like a gunshot. "You don't speak to her," Luciano hissed, his face inches from the prisoner's. "You speak to me. And you tell me why a Lucchesi stray is wearing the skin of a Wolf. Who paid for the fire, Leo? Was it Dante? Or was he just the middleman for someone at the Table?"

It wasn't anyone we knew. "I am the one who sent the men to the mountains," the voice continued. "I am the one who let you live. Consider it a wedding gift. A taste of what is to come." "Who are you?" Lucian snarled. "You may call me ‘Il Pecatore’," the voice said. ‘The sinner.’ "And I must say," the voice continued, sounding amused, "I am enjoying watching you tear your own house apart. Blaming the brother who loves you. Doubting the foundation of your own blood."

" Ha! okay one last chance for you to complete your job, and this if you failed you die" " Now what are you all wasting my time GET OUT, And don't show your facese until there is any worthy news on your pockets ". The others hurriedly leave the place not wanting to anger their boss anymore. The man cracked his neck, " Luciano just you wait and watch how i took what rightfully belongs to me, you will never get the title til I'm alive ". The man gave a sinister smile before shifting onto his massive wolf from and desapring into the woods.