Luigi Mangione Fanfic Novels & Stories

Make sure she doesn't end up with a scar. My fingernails dug into my palms while tears blurred my vision. Lorenzo didn't even look back. With Kelly in one arm and Mia's hand in the other, he walked out the door. Just like that, five years of love burned to ashes. I dragged myself into my wheelchair, rolled myself back into my room, and started packing. … Lorenzo didn't come home for the next two days as he was busy preparing for the wedding. It was a wedding between the Gambino and Valente families—every mafia in the underworld was watching.

Mia wailed continuously crying on the ground, she had just found out the truth about the man she loved so much. Adriano was the right-hand man of her father, her father took care of him like family and had even expressed his wish for Mia to get married to him before his death. Mia had found out at a party with her friends that Adriano was getting married to her best friend, her closest friend. Bella Luca, the daughter of the major of Rome, Mia did not want to believe it but she saw it with her own two eyes.

Andor didn't waste time--he flew at Artur, his indigo eyes every bit as piercing as Levon’s talons had been. His inky black hair fell to his waist in a braid as thick as his arm. He blew past Eugen and slammed his fist into Artur's chest. Damonq materialized behind Eugen and hit him with his fist. A short, powerful punch that crashed through bone, driving straight toward the withered heart. Eugen twisted, screaming in fear and hatred. He thrashed, sending Juliet tumbling from the table. Sandu caught her in a firm grip, his hand covering the gaping wound in her throat as he did so.

Either way, Felix lay down and went quiet. I bit my lip. My heart ached like needles were pressing into it from all sides. "I'm sorry," I said to his friends. "Felix isn't doing well tonight." "I won't take him home. Could you book a room upstairs for him to rest?" I picked up my bag and turned to leave. As I walked out, Felix's closest friend—a man named Marco who had been his underboss for years—stopped me. "Miss Sera," he said, trying to explain. "Don't take what Felix said to heart. He really does care about you. Luna is just… an old obsession. I can tell he loves you."

I caught stares—some curious, some envious, some openly predatory. "Moretti!" A man in his fifties approached, all white teeth and calculating eyes. "Didn't expect to see you here. Thought you preferred... lower profile venues." "Montoya." Damian's smile didn't reach his eyes. "I'm full of surprises." Montoya's gaze slid to me, lingering too long. "I can see that. And who might this be?" "Luca is with me," Damian said, his hand tightening on my waist. "That's all you need to know."

“Señorito, lost a lot of blood and he needs some as soon as possible. He’s type AB+.” “I’m AB+.” The Mafia Boss speaks and there is a willingness in his voice to give his blood. “Kindly enter the room, Señor.” “May I enter too?” Viviana asks while tears are falling in her bloodshot eyes. “Cara, stay here. I’ll take care of everything. Rest.” Luigino kisses her forehead before entering the room. He knows how emotional his wife is, especially when it comes to her children. “Mamma…” Leandro Marchetti, Leo’s younger brother, is rubbing his eyes while walking toward Viviana.

She looked like she finally had her long-awaited revenge. "You think I wanted that ten-year bet? That old hag's will forbade me from joining the Vinci family for a decade! "Wretched woman! She's such a nuisance even when she's dead!" Lucia glared at me sharply. "Antonio and I were childhood sweethearts. Who do you think you are? You had ten years, and you still couldn't win his heart. That just proves he doesn't love you!" With that, she pulled out a fruit knife and aimed it at her heart. Then, she shifted it a few inches to the side and smiled sinisterly.

Giuliano spun the cup in front of him with a careless flick, his fingers drumming on the porcelain as if mocking her attempt to justify her choices. “Stop acting like a spoiled brat,” Vittoria snapped, her voice sharp with irritation. “I love you, fratello,” she said, reaching for his hand, only for him to pull it back sharply. “But I also love Vincenzo, and for once, I just want you to be on my side.” “That’s impossible!” Giuliano shot back, his voice rising with anger. “He’s our enemy, Vittoria!” His tone burned with fury. “You’ve turned your back on our life, our bonds, just to drown in his world.”

~ MIA ANTHONY ~ I don't know how to feel about last night. After my idea of trying to escape got ruined, I couldn't believe it in the end. I was the demanding one. Yesterday's sex was the best for me so far. Luca was different yesterday, rough yet gentle. Now I can't believe I was craving for more by just thinking about it. I woke up to an empty bed again. I didn't know what he does aside from being a Mafia Lord importing and exporting illegal products but maybe being a Mafia was all kinds of many things, guess it can be exhausting especially when you are the leader right?

Maybe send some snarky reply. Instead, his response had me nearly choking on my own saliva. Lorenzo: How about you call me that while you’re writhing under me tonight? My cheeks flamed, heat rushing straight to my core as I fumbled to type back. Lucia: In your dreams. His response was swift. Lorenzo: We’ll see about that. Be careful. I stared at the screen, my heart pounding in a way I did not like. This was dangerous. Bantering with him—felt reckless, like playing with fire.