Luigi Gangster Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

“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.”

*Lilith POV* Seated on the table are the eight core members of the powerful Mafia family in the country of Italy, known as the Sniper's Gang, the most feared and respected. We have Deigo, the Don and leader of the gang, and his Wife Mario; Capo Gaston and his wife Maya; Capo Trevor and his wife Brabra; and the gay partners, Rocco and Kristen. After the brief introduction, the merriment began at the large table, and before I knew it, the ladies loosen up and began to chit-chat with me, and I did the same.

The gangster who had escaped earlier was now at the front line. Among the crowd, there was a man who was getting thin on top, with a cigarette in his mouth, looking aloof. Luke, who was rolling on the ground, sneered after seeing this scene, “Harvey, you’re finished! This is my godfather’s number one man, Cech Gotti. You’re dead!” Cech saw the scene in front of him. His face was icy. “I don’t care who or what your identity is. You’re asking for it since you dare to touch our little master!”

I asked with a calm expression. “Do they need a reason to?” he asked with a question, and without waiting for my comeback, he continued, “They are gangsters, of course, they would want to look for the drugs, given the fact that most syndicates depend on such thing to survive.” He added, Shocked, “Really, that’s your conclusion?” I asked him. “Well …” he signed impatiently, “Yes,” “Ugh! Then I guess you’re stupid,” I blurted out,

He's got hotel's built across the globe as well as real estate franchises. Luigi's into the counterfeiting racket. He's the fourth born. Mario being the fifth son was a full time weapon smuggler. He owns a shipping company but that was his cover up for his true business. It was through this shipping company drugs were being supplied through the five restaurants. Paolo's the sixth son. He was a politician. When I was sixteen he won an election which held one of the biggest positions in Italy. Carlo, the seventh son was into the diamond racket. I read in the papers one day he owns a diamond mine in South Africa.

The lady cried out to Aliza. "What is your name?" Aliza asked her in kindness. "I'm Shelly...Shelly Spark." Aliza nodded to her. "Shelly, I think you're mistaken. The boss here Mr Charles Rodriguez is the top notch business man, he is a very kind and benevolent person. Charles has no connection with the mafia." Shelly gave out a hysterical laugh between her cries. "Mam please excuse me but you seem more innocent than me."

He sneered, “I’ve been waiting for you. Someone has paid a price for both your legs.” The one speaking was Lou Webb, the head gangster in this neighborhood. On the streets, people called him Lou. He was quite capable with many followers under him. His methods were ruthless, and he was involved in dirty business. Philip frowned when he heard the words. He took on a defensive stance and asked, “Who wants to do that to me?” Lou scoffed. “Don’t ask me who the hell it is. If you mess with the wrong people, you should be taught a lesson!”

She looked at me and when she realized that I was not going to be the one answering, she slid her gaze back to Mario. He sighed. “GC is Grande Capo, he is the Italian mafia boss here in NYC. Santiano is Ty’s old boss back in D.C., he owed GC some money and for interest, he handed Tyler to GC. Although,” Mario paused and locked his eyes with mine. A frown appeared on his forehead. “I still do not understand why he did that. I thought he considered your friend Lucas as his own flesh and blood and he knows how close you are to Lucas.”