Lucky Luciano Voice Novels & Stories

This way, sir," a waitress said, leading us over to a VIP room of some sort. We entered the room, and there I saw a sickly-looking old man with a messy beard, sitting in the middle of the room. He was surrounded by burly guards, and he smirked as soon as he saw us enter. "Don Luciano, such a pleasure to see you." "Likewise, Sir Charles." "And this is?" he looked at me with conspicuous eyes, gazing at me like a piece of meat. "This is my guard," Luciano said. "Don't mind her. She's only here to keep me safe." "Such a lucky man you are," Charles licked his lips. "All of my guards aren't as graceful as she is." Luciano cleared his throat and settled on one of the seats. "If you don't mind, let'

She said as she gave them each of their orders. Jillian just looked at her in a mean way as she chatted with her friends. “Jillian, is L coming here with his friends?” The blonde girl asked. L, short for Lance Kim. Jillian’s handsome boyfriend. Jillian just shrugged. “I am not sure but I think so.” She said as she took a sip at her macchiato. Then her face turned sour. “Pwe! What kind of drink is this?! Why is it so sweet?!” She asked making Patrice jump in shock.

I am ushered to sit on a very comfortable couch, which will lure me to sleep, under a different circumstance. “ And you are?” I hear a deep voice call out from across the room, I stand up immediately turning my head towards the sound of the voice, I am surprised to see the owner of the voice standing close to a chair I passed on my way towards the couch. I am lost admiring the owner of the voice, who is a brown skinned man, with sharp and well chiseled jawline, bright green eyes, deep black hair cut short, lined with sporty waves, and a height of 6’5, and broad shoulders. “ I am Luciano martello, as much as I like the effect I have on you, I would love to have your attention” says Luciano ma

"Honestly, you've got him speechless. Never thought I'd see the day. This bitch talks way too much." Luciano snapped out of it, shaking his head slightly as if to regain composure, but the look in his eyes still said it all. He was caught off guard. And I loved it. "You're..." he finally said, his voice rougher than usual. "Perfect." I shot him a sly smile, not letting the effect he had on me show. "Thank you," I said confidently, feeling every bit the power I knew I had. Luciano's jaw tightened as if he was fighting the urge to say more, but I didn't give him the chance. I turned to Samantha and Nico, giving them both a look that said, I know what I'm doing.

A faint voice could be heard on the other end. I walked over, picking it up and pressing it to my ear. Silence. Then, a deep, amused chuckle. “Well, well… Vincenzo De Luca.” the voice was distorted, clearly trying to hide his identity which only proved he was someone I know. Dumas. I clenched my jaw. “You made a mistake leaving Julio to die.” He hummed in response. “Did I? I think I made the right call.” I could hear the arrogance in his voice. He wasn’t afraid.

“Who are you? What’s your business here?” “I need to speak with your leader Lucian, I presume,” I replied smoothly, mimicking Anastasia’s voice and posture. He eyed me warily. “And who are you?” “Anastasia,” I lied, offering a faint smile. He hesitated, then nodded. “Wait here.” Minutes later, a tall, broad-shouldered man emerged, unmistakably Lucian. His stance screamed alpha, though tainted with bitterness like someone who once had everything and lost it all.

A short burst of static, the sound of a connection opening from somewhere outside the elevator shaft, somewhere inside the mountain's infrastructure. Then a voice. Quiet. Controlled. With the specific quality of a man who has had eleven hours underwater and two days of silent, systematic destruction to refine exactly what he wanted to say. "Hello, Father," Lucian said. "We are going to finish this conversation properly."

A slow, highly amused grin creeps across Master Luca’s wrinkled face as he steps forward, his voice cutting through the silence like a velvet dagger. "The only real fraud inside this room," Luca smiles, his eyes locked on the trembling president, "is your master, Luciano."

Lucian gazed down into my eyes and said in a mechanical monotone voice. I recognized that voice. That was his angry voice. He would usually kill someone after he talked in that voice. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and said, "Lucian, I know you're worried about me, but please don't do anything outrageous to anyone. We had a deal, remember?"

“Are you happy?” That question lingered between us, heavier than anything else we had said so far. For a heartbeat, the mask almost cracked. Then it sealed itself again. “Yes,” Luciano De Luca answered, his expression unreadable, his voice steady and detached. “I’m very happy.” The lie settled into the room like a quiet storm, and I felt it just as sharply as if he had confessed the truth.