Luigi Gangster Novels & Stories

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.

The newcomer was the most powerful gangster in Brownsville, Drake Hughes. He was big and tall, bearing a striking resemblance to a comedy character from an old movie. As a result, he had the nickname Big Silly Hughes when he first started out. However, as he continued to rise up the ranks, no one dared to mention that insulting nickname again.

They were all part of the infamous Luciano family, a crime family that kills and do dangerous things for a living, the family behind one of the largest gangs in the world. The guy was just some hot dude she met at one of their family owned clubs. He saw the guy's picture and wondered how she found him attractive. Nothing about the guy seems attractive to him, apart from the fact that he had a beautiful muscular body and greyish blue eyes. He had to listen to her whining and complaining before Alvin called for an emergency.

Seven years later, I returned to Ros Aegeles and saw Lucas again. With the Lionel family’s help, he became the capo of Cosa, the Ros Aegeles branch of the Lenza Group. It was the biggest gang in Ameria. Lucas was at a grand villa that belonged to the Lenza Group’s capo. He stood at the center of the crowd with Chloe in his arms. Her flawless makeup and beautiful dress highlighted her beauty while Lucas enjoyed the admiration of his subordinates and fellow branch leaders.

If I was lucky, it would be the police who found me, and not Mario or the Cartel. And if my home was infiltrated, and I happened to live through all of that, I would become a liability to the family. In jail or on the run, my father would take me out. I didn't take it personally. It was business. He couldn't be seen as weak in any way. Not even for his own son. Luigi—my father— was the main boss. It was a position he'd hung onto for the past forty-three years, and nothing as insignificant as myself would remove him from being head of the family.

No preamble. “They landed yesterday,” Luigi said, sliding a file across the desk toward me. "Four of them...made their way to Chicago last night." I picked it up, flipping it open. Interpol file...classified. Names. Histories. Criminal records. My jaw tightened as I scanned the pages. “My uncles,” I muttered. Uncles I never knew I had but who had no doubt known about Aramis, Arianna and I. Their jacket read as a mixed cocktail of Gang affiliation. Housebreaking. Assault. Theft. Carjacking. The eldest and second not shy of murder. Extortion.

Sophia poured a jar of water on him. "You told me you would never steal again, and look where you ended up on your attempt to steal. And did you just say Luca Greco? You stole from Luca Greco?" Sophia was shocked. That man was Luca. She had fewer details about gangsters and all, but everyone in Italy knew that the underworld was ruled by Luca Greco. He was a man not to mess with, and she never thought that her path would one day cross with his. "I messed up, sister, but I am sorry...after seeing your bruises yesterday, I needed money so that you would stop working."

And something darker: money, sin, and power. At the center of it all lounged Luigi. The nightclub was one of the many that he had scattered across the country. He was reclining like a king on a throne, surrounded by a pair of escorts feeding him grapes as though he were Caesar reincarnate. He was grinning, drunk on his own arrogance, his silk shirt open to his chest, exposing the rows of gold chains that decorated his sturdy neck, further complimenting his fingers glittering with rings. He was laughing at something that one of the escorts had whispered into his ears, when the doors slammed open.

“You think I've been silent and subservient to you for the past ten years? You fool. I've waited a long time for this day. Arrest Giovanni and put him in the basement! He must not eat or drink. Let him rot there!” The atmosphere in the place was suddenly silent. I could hear the breathing of the security guards near me. Giovanni's men were tense but didn't move from their places. No one obeyed Luigi's orders. Luigi exerting his influence over Giovanni's men was a worthy endeavor. He started his career in the group as Leonora's bodyguard. His rank rose rapidly after she died. However, he underestimated Giovanni's power. The man was older than him, but he wasn't senile. His men disobeying his

Me Lucky Gianluca the youngest of the Gianluca family, being married off to him. Nico Santangelo is nothing but a killer, a man who has more money than you could possibly imagine and all from ill gains. He is the head of the Santangelo Cartel since his father passed away from a heart attack just six months ago. Since then, well since then everything, literally everything has gone to shit.