Lucky Luciano Voice Novels & Stories

The crowd clapped and cheered as Mr. Percival handed Lucian the microphone. “Hello everyone,” Lucian began, and the cheers became louder. He waited for them to stop with his most charming smile on his face before he continued. “I consider it a privilege to be able to help and rescue lives, and it’s something I will continue to do without a second thought whenever the need arises. I thank you all for your support, and I’m honored to be awarded on such a magnificent event as this. Hopefully, I’ll win more stars for the demon kingdom. Thank you.”

I ordered, ignoring the terror within. His face twitched again. "Who the fuck is this..." He paused, raising his hand to hit me again. I closed my eyes, looking away as I awaited another slap from him but..... "Relax, son," another familiar voice said, and I heard steps approaching. I opened my eyes and I saw Luciano approaching with two men. He was dressed in a black suit and dark shades, smoking from his big brown cigar as he approached.

she asked, her gentle voice filling the room. Lucian looked at me, clearly uncertain about how to respond to the nun before him. I met his gaze, silently urging him to stand by his earlier claim. “I’m here to, uh, help?” he stuttered, clearly fumbling. I struggled to suppress my laughter, desperately trying to maintain a composed expression. There’s nothing quite as satisfying as witnessing liars get their retribution. “I’m sorry?” the nun responded, perplexed by his vague answer. “I’m here to help the, uh, children,” he gestured towards the kids playing outside, their forms visible through the office window.

They knew that they cannot do anything to me in my house, so they lured me out? Who is this man that Lenox is working for? Is he the one helping them behind bars to take down Lucien? “So, you are Lucien's woman?” the cold voice from before spoke again and I felt chills run down my spine. It was creeping me out to hear someone's voice but you don’t see them. And especially when I could not even open my eyes to take a look. I couldn’t open my eyes well to look around because of the conspicuous lights, I could only try as much as possible to squint them a little.

His voice, deep and rich, resonated with a warmth that washed over me. I couldn't help but let out a laugh, my shoulders relaxing as I realized it was Lucian standing there. "You really know how to make my heart skip a beat, don't you?" I playfully scolded him. "And to answer your question, no, things are not hard for me. In fact, it's quite the opposite. Being the Luna has brought a sense of purpose and fulfillment that I never experienced before."

They both spoke simultaneously, but their messages couldn't have been more different. "There's nothing to worry about," Leonardo assured me. "Lionel took down the bad guys and messed up his hand in the process!" Lucius declared with unrestrained excitement. Leonardo shot Lucius a disapproving glare, but I was already spinning on my heels, demanding to be taken to them immediately. -

“Yoey? Do you have a death wish? Why didn’t you tell me they still haven’t found the wench? You know just how important this night is,” He yelled. “I am sorry sir, I couldn’t call you, I got into an accident and I only just got my phone back,” Yeoy said. He sounded like he was in a lot of pain, Luciano felt bad for yelling at his most trusted assistant, even in his anger, he found himself calming down a little, Yoey wasn’t like any of his other men, he couldn’t fight or even hold a gun, but Luciano liked him and have had him around for a while now.

“You’ve got ten seconds to explain why you’re sitting here looking like you stepped out of a cologne ad instead of running for cover from the crazy bride.” He finally smiled. Not polite. Not kind. The kind of smile that belonged in dark alleys and darker bedrooms. “I’m Lucian,” he said simply. “And I hate Alexander Knight more than you do.” I barked out a laugh that sounded half-hysterical. “Impossible. I just publicly murdered his ego in 4K in front of five hundred people. I win.”

How arrogant. “Stai zitta! Sofia (Quiet! Sofia!),” It was a deep, husky voice that snapped velvet blondie. Everyone stopped chewing and using their hands. They looked at the old man—that I considered Luciano’s father. Suddenly, I heard a heavy breath beside me, I turned around to find Luciano painted in furious red, it was like smoke would emit out of his ears. Maybe, blondie triggered something in him that I wished to know but cursed my existence for not speaking Italian.

“You’re brave, talking to him.” I blinked. “Who?” She smirked knowingly, nodding in Luca’s direction. “Mr. Del Vicchio. People don’t usually get too close unless they have to.” Before I could respond, the auctioneer’s voice rang out again. This time, it wasn’t the item that caught my attention—it was Luca raising his hand to place a bid. “Going once… going twice…” “Sold!” A smattering of applause followed as Luca reclaimed his glass from the bar. He turned, his eyes finding mine again.