Luigi Gangster Novels & Stories

“Obviously they’re a gang of sorts. I’m not an idiot. But what I’m asking is which of Sangrid’s many gangs have you brought into a house of healing?” Voice strained, Giovanni said finally, “Mariposa.” “Jesus.” Gianna felt like crumpling. She folded forward, bracing her forearms on the table, and demanded harshly, “Are you an idiot, Giovanni?” “You probably think so.” “I’m starting to know so.” Mariposa. More specifically, the Mariposa Mafia. The fucking mafia. “Mariposa,” Gianna said again, as if she could barely believe her brother’s stupidity. “They’re not that bad!” Giovanni said defensively, and Gianna wanted to reach across the table and slap the back of his head.

I stated. He snickered, “you were always known to go straight to the point.” He said as he walked even closer to Lily’s bed, “tonight you messed up by shooting that young man. He so happens to be Don Luis’ son and he offered you an ultimatum; you either join the mafia again and be ready for when we need you or he is going to put a bullet through your son.” He shrugged, “an eye for an eye.” “I was trying to find my wife.” I snapped, knowing the mafia didn’t care that my son was only three-years-old.

Shay no longer scared him and she laughed when he told them that he imagined that as soon as Tulio recovered, she would kill him: "Well, you should be afraid of him," she laughed and pointed at Tulio, "He's a thousand times more dangerous than me. Why do you think I asked you to take care of him?" Mr. Camilo widened his eyes at Tulio, who waved his hand, indicating that she was lying. "It's true, sir Camilo. He is none other than the famous Incendiary Boy - and seeing that the man did not know who he was talking about, she clarified - He, Tulio, is one of the biggest gangsters in the country!"

"Forgot about that. It's your nickname." Rolling my eyes, I observed as two others entered the room – Lorenzo Francesco, the son of the Chicago Don, and Miguel Garcia, the eldest son of the Miami Cartel. Noticeably absent was Aleksei Petrov, the true representative of the Bratva, whose immigrant father had secured the Philadelphia syndicate through brutal means. Aleksei, much like his father, was seen as a merciless force, more savage than a respected member of the mafia.

He knew Billy was into Rose so there was no way he could let other gangsters take her away. “Punk, loud words you have there. You have no idea who I am.” The gangster glared at Gavin, trying to scare him off. Gavin narrowed his eyes and swung a slap at the gangster’s face. “I don’t care who the hell you are! Get out of my face!” Slap! The gangster was slapped. “You bastard! How dare you slap Brother Leath?!” The other gangsters clamored. Gavin rolled up his sleeves to reveal his muscles and said proudly, “I don’t care if he’s Heath Ledger or Leath Hedger. Do you know who my master is? Leave or I will break your bones!”

Isabela's family had never imagined they would witness such a scene one day! The Tiger Gang was an unbeatable force in their minds. Otherwise, they would not have been driven to such a state by the gang. However, with just a single sentence, Liam had effortlessly made the gang, which had caused them endless pain and torment, disappear! Moreover, Liam intended to eliminate all loan shark-related gangs in South City. It felt like a dream to Isabela's family. They doubted whether it was real or not!

I nod slowly, thinking how disgusting his father was to literally groom a young girl, get her pregnant and run away. He glances down at my hand that caresses his hand softly. “Life was hard then….I grew up in the slums of Italy and at the age of seven, I joined a group called lo sfregio.” He purses his lips in thought. “I stole, collected taxes and threatened people for the gang and in return, I and mother had protection and a few change that I had earned from their work.” I lean closer to him. He shakes his head as he scrunches his face in what looked like guilt. “I did something stupid….I overheard their conversation about their real business which involved Killing and trafficking…”

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.

“A drug gang.” Her jaw clenched. “You run a drug gang?” I nodded once. “Yes.” A beat of silence. Then— “You run a fucking drug gang??” Her voice rose, and I swore Ivy twitched in her crib. “Kelly…” She threw her hands up. “Oh, so you’re not just some CEO, or a businessman, or a mysterious man who works late nights, you’re a whole drug lord??” I dragged a hand down my face. “Not lord. That’s dramatic.”

“There have been multiple assassinations targeting high- ranking officials. The attacker is a serial killer known as Striker.” A murmur spread across the room. “He is described as extremely precise and unpredictable — striking when least expected. After each attack, he leaves behind a symbol…” She turned to the board and drew it. “Two crossed guns.” The class went quiet. “This symbol has been traced back to a powerful mafia group — the Lucarians. They are currently led by Luca Roberto Gonzalez, one of the most feared figures in the Italian underworld.” She paused briefly. “It is rumored that the killer… is his son.”