Luigi Comics Novels & Stories

It was annoying at times, but it was easy to take advantage of it sometimes. Not expecting it, Luigi quickly took a step back. I chuckled quietly, taking another step forward, smiling to myself when Luigi stood firmly where he was. I stopped when both our toes were touching. Other men were also working out around us, but I didn't pay much attention to them as I went on with my plan. I looked up at Luigi, batting my lashes as I pouted at him. "Please." As expected, his eyes dropped to my breasts and he swallowed. His loyalty to his boss must've been strong though, because he averted his eyes, taking a step back. "I can't go against Alessandro's orders."

“But if you want to stay alive, you have no choice.” “That still doesn’t answer everything.” I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes. “What are you really, Luigi?” My voice was firm, challenging. “I demand answers. You’re not just a billionaire owner of a publishing company.” He watched me for a moment, then let out a long sigh. “You’re right.” His gaze darkened even more. “I’m not just a businessman. That’s just a façade.” A chill ran down my spine. “I’m Luigi Romano, the head of the most powerful crime organization in New York.”

The man who inflicted so much pain on me didn’t deserve any more of my time. I drew the gun from its holster, steadying my aim. Luigi's eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen. "You’re going to kill me?" he laughed. "Because I sent your whore of a wife a gift? Did you like it? It looked like those three bastards! I would have taken care of your three bastards the same way, but you found me!"

Luigi’s voice was thick with frustration, as if he was trying to break through my defensive walls. “What shipments? What are you talking about?” He was not making any sense. “Drugs. Heroin, to be exact.” Luigi’s words hung in the air like a death sentence. Drugs? “He’s a murderer, Summer. If you aren’t careful, you’ll get caught in the crossfire.” “Stop,” I whispered. “Take your goddamn blinders off, Summer! He’s the mafia don. The most powerful and influential boss in Chicago!” Luigi yelled. “Stop,” I repeated, my voice shaking.

He didn't move even when everyone is still staring at him, his eyes scanning everything around him, everything that moves around him, and when his eyes were directed toward where I stood my body trembled slightly. After he left, I waited for at least another half an hour before I decided to call a cab. • • • "Fuck!" A stack of paper come flying around the room as I stood near the door watching Luigi letting out his rage. His room is the object of his anger, all his stuff comes tumbling down all over his floor, and paper is everywhere being thrown. His anger was clearly because of the news about his dead man and my unsuccessful work and the bad news that comes to him just now about his man lo

With a nod Luigi starts grabbing bacon and some bread while I palm the credit card in my hand that Alan gave me. "So, Anna. How's things sugar?" Luigi is originally from Puerto Rico and was the first person to graduate from high school in his family. His father was the original owner of Luigi's and when Luigi got old enough, he took over right after high school. He has done amazing with the place and has had many offers to buy, but he wanted to keep it in the family. Luigi has three children. His oldest, Simon was just accepted to the University of Ohio and his other two children want nothing to do with the deli.

I had a memory to reclaim and two men to interrogate. I crouched low at the tenth stair, just high enough to see without being seen. The wood creaked if I leaned forward too much, so I froze, holding my breath. Below, Leonardo was sprawled across the couch, flipping through a comic book like he didn't just turn my brain inside out. Luigi stood near the armchair, arms crossed, looking every bit the moral compass that doesn't actually point north. "Bro, do me a huge favor for a while and keep playing the role of Bonnie's boyfriend," Leo said, grin wide and careless.

he says and I grin at the simple rhythm. "I'm not very hungry," I admit, and he sighs. "I understand how you must be feeling. I haven't met my mate yet, but I get it. Please just try a few bites," Luigi says before holding up a beautifully charred fish with herbs sticking out of its open stomach.

“That I also know, but one thing you need to know about me, Miss Gio is that I make the roads I drive on and I know that people need a little push to give you exactly what you want.” Zaverio snapped his fingers and two men dragged an unconscious Luigi into the room and dumped him in front of me. Zaverio placed a gun to his temple and ordered one of his men to wake him up. I looked away when one of his fingers was snapped backwards, he screamed and jerked awake but was held down. His wide eyes caught mine and I felt my control slip. Luigi was a great man who had been my sister’s rock for years, if anything happened to him, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.

“Logan, Adonis and Jay are helping out a lot. The children are brave. This will all be over soon.” Luigi inhaled a deep breath, then sat back in his chair. It was so strange seeing him in prison clothes. All around us, people chatted with their visitors. Luigi stared at me, a smile on his face. “What are you doing?” I asked, as he sat in silence. “Just studying your face,” he said. “It’s so good to see you. You’re as beautiful as ever.” I blushed at his compliment.