Novel & Cerita Luigi Gangster

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.

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.