Lucky Luciano Voice Novels & Stories

“He was hurt. I couldn’t leave him.” His gaze sharpened. “Most people would have.” Before I could answer, another voice cut in—lighter, amused. “Or they would have checked his wallet first.” The man who spoke leaned against a pillar, dark eyes glinting with something dangerous and playful. He smiled like he already knew my secrets. “I’m Lucian,” he said. “And I admire bad decisions made for good reasons.” My stomach flipped. “I didn’t make a decision,” I said defensively. “I just… acted.”

Luciano said and I can't help but gasped when I heard his raspy voice as if he's trying to seduce me even though I know that it was just his natural voice. *end of flashback*

And sold me. “We both know you have to go. Dave was right. They are your parents.” Luciano said, leaning into my palm and planting a kiss in the middle of it. “And we don’t want Carter coming back here, guns blazing.” Luciano laughed. A real laugh this time that touched his eyes and lit up his face. “What’s so funny?” I asked him, not quite getting the joke. He looked up at me. He stared at me so immensly I felt the blood rush to my face. He grabbed my hands,

Familiar. Luciano. He was cursing in Italian, cradling me like I was made of paper and rage. “Liv. Liv, talk to me.” “I’m fine,” I rasped. “Don’t lie to me.” “I didn’t die,” I said, coughing. “So... ten out of ten.” He growled. Actually growled. “Stay down,” he barked, turning, gun raised. His jacket billowed behind him as he moved—fluid, deadly, furious.

Lucian growled, his voice a low, guttural vibration that carried perfectly over the crashing waves. Dante backed up until his spine hit a rusted crane. He let out a breathless, wet laugh, his mind entirely fracturing under the weight of his absolute defeat. "You think you won? The blood pact..." "Is legally void," a soft, velvet voice echoed sharply from the encrypted earpiece nestled in Lucian's ear. Lucian's broad shoulders completely completely rigid. The feral, freezing darkness of the docks violently vanished, instantly replaced by the blinding, consuming heat of his wife's voice.

Luciano said "If you know what good you can do, it's a fucking mute bitch, and shut the fuck up!" I blinked as I held my breath. His breath didn't smell bad, it was as if he had nothing since they gave birth to him. I was expecting his breath to be as evil as his look but.... it kisses able. Yuck! What am I thinking? Why would I even think to anyone about it? "If you want to go, I can let you," Luciano said. I sighed. No one could say how grateful I am as I walked toward him. His gesture made me so calm that I took his outstretched palm, sadly, I should not have.

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He again came forward to hit her against Luciano’s grip but he managed to hold him back. Nikola fished his phone out and tapped the screen a few times before turning it toward Luciano. “Vedi se non mi credi cazzo! (See if you don’t fucking believe me!).” He hissed and Luciano left his waist, falling into a shock. “Cazzo, guarda, ecco cos’è, (Fucking see it, that’s what she is!),” He barked.

“You first, friend. Why shouldn’t I kill her right here and now? You and your men killed mine. Every single one of them, save for that sorry bastard on the ground.” “Everyone knows you don’t go after women and children, Lucky. That’s punk shit.” Lucky. As in the Lucky Luciano. Awesome. I felt him shrug behind me. “I do what I need to do to get the results I want. No one is off-limits, including this pretty little thing.” I could tell Sean was trying hard to keep his temper under control by the way he inhaled through his nose and squeezed his eyes shut tight before responding. “Let her go right now, and you and I can settle this. Just let her leave.”

Good morning. Halo dips his head with a smile, and Lucian chuckles, cheeks reddening. Lucian Slater: Good mornin. Hey, little man. Lucian greets Jessie by tousling his hair. The boy smiles wryly, but his spirits seem lifted somehow. Jessie Lio: Hi Mr Slater. Lucian Slater: You can call me Lucian, bud. How ya feelin? Jessie Lio: Better than three days ago. My ribs are healing nicely. Mr Noel rubs it every night with this herbal balm. It feels so hot going on, but then it gets so cold!