Luigi Comics Novels & Stories

Among them stood Luigi, a smug smile playing on his lips as he surveyed the scene before him. "Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "If it isn't my dear nephew and his band of merry misfits. To what do I owe the pleasure of this unexpected visit?" Antonio gritted his teeth, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "You know damn well why we're here, Luigi," he growled. "You betrayed me, you sold me out to the Vincenzos. And now it's time for you to pay for what you've done."

Luigi replied with a bow. On the outside, it appeared as if he had accepted it. However, he secretly felt indignant on behalf of his subordinates. They were heading toward certain death. They were clearly being asked to die, and Luigi found it hard to accept such a thing. Giovanni's death had also made Luigi's heart grow cold. After leaving Alessio's room, Luigi frowned, deep in thought. "Mr. Coppola, you've had a busy day. You should rest. Do you think we can win tomorrow?" a Yutarian Warrior asked as he carried a tub of water over to Luigi for him to wash his feet.

Slowly, Lorenzo’s hand left my mouth and he smiled at me as we heard Luigi say, “you'll want to hear this deal. It has to do with my daughter.” “I don't give a damn about one of your bastards,” Luca said, resulting in a low growl from Lorenzo. “I don't know any of your daughters.” Luigi laughed loudly again, completely drowning out Lorenzo’s growl. “Oh, you certainly know and do give a damn about this one.” I could hear the smile in Luigi’s voice. There was silence from the other room, silence which seemed to last hours instead of the few seconds it actually was. “Lorenzo,” we heard Luigi call.

That fucking smile! Luigi walked up to her with a silly grin on his face, he wished he could’ve said he missed Romeo but the both of them were practically the same thing, smiling only when they saw pretty women, a weakness that he swore to never have or rather, a weakness that was beaten out of him. Women, men, they were all the same to him, all that should matter is to keep the family business thriving and the Guerriero legacy alive and still at the top. She, and her stupid brother Nicholas were trying to ruin that, but they would not!

They could have just easily used the scanning machine but the lady that was in charge that evening wanted to make an example out of me which wasn't fair because I didn't show her that I thought that I was much more better than her I was an actual fact really humble and I was in the state because my daughter was in hospital and I wasn't allowed to see her because they thought that I was on her dad at her there when it wasn't the truth. Luigi likes to indulge more specifically when he is at dinner. He makes it a point to drink alcoholic wine. I don't know why he was drinking non-alcoholic wine because he wasn't pregnant. I like Michelangelo who always practiced self-restraint. Luigi always ind

Not that I felt anything for her, but she is too young and innocent to be going through this shit. “Do not hurt her!” I warned between gritted teeth. “And who is going to stop me?" Luigi snorted. “You? Common, you are as good as dead right now. But you know what? I'm going to make your death painful. I won't kill you and your miserable men now, because I want you three to suffer the pain my brother did overnight. For now, I will just leave with the beautiful damsel.” he did a silly dance move. “Ouuuh, the weather is somewhat chilly. I hope she knows how to arch her back when my cock fills her wet pussy."

{EDMONDO'S POV} * * Suddenly Luigi rushes in a few minutes after stepping out to take a call. His expression looks like it's carved from stone. Whatever he’s about to say isn’t good. Why? Luigi doesn’t rattle easily, and that’s exactly why his entrance sets everyone on edge. “We’ve got a problem,” he says, stopping just short of the table where the blueprints are spread out. I raise an eyebrow. “Be specific.” Luigi hands me a folded piece of paper, the kind that reeks of old-school espionage. No phones, no digital trails. Smart. But the moment I see the handwriting, my jaw tightens. It’s from one of our men stationed at the southern docks; Dominic.

Luiggi didn't move and shouted back "go to hell, I'm not going to listen to you" What he didn't expect was that the giant grabbed him and pushed him against the wall lifting him up a little and saying in his ear "You fucked up you pretty little bitch now it will be my way" he wanted to kiss him by force he joined his lips against Luiggi's, but Luiggi bit him hurting his lip a little and he felt the taste of his blood and laughed saying mockingly.

Pushing those thoughts away from my mind, I pulled Cain's hand towards the little cart parked across the street. Luigi as usual mattered some spanish words as a sign of how happy he was to see me again. Then his face changed when he saw Cain, he was so shocked that he stopped fanning the little Gemini sausages on the grill. He wiped his hands with a rag before greeting Cain. "I'm such a huge fan, can I get your autograph?" He asked.

Their hands were tied behind them, secured tightly. Luigi stood behind them. He was a brick of a man. He never smiled, never slipped up, and handled most of the work that had to do with keeping our soldiers in check. With a rough tap, Luigi jolted them both awake. He proceeded to give us a rundown of their offense. “Maria and Ezequiel,” Luigi said, his voice flat. “They tried to get away with selling on the side.” “New in New York?” I asked Luigi. It was clear how I was more interested in this than Enzo.