Luigi Mangione Fanfic Novelas e Histórias

Endicott’s eyes widened slightly and then he nodded as he let his hand fall back to his side and didn’t make any attempt to touch her again. “Of course, Mr. Guerriero...It has been a pleasure having you in my home as always,” “Likewise,” Alexander replied, not waiting or caring for anyone’s opinion—as usual—he began to walk to the main door and Luigi squeezed her hand slightly and began to walk, making sure she would follow behind him. Once they were outside and making their way to the car, Luigi snickered while Romeo flipped a bird at the house. “He’s such a fucking pervert!” Luigi said with a chuckle, “He wants to fuck everything with a skirt and he doesn’t even have the looks for it...Jus

Dad states before turning the TV on. It doesn’t take long for us to find the moment I was drugged. It was when I was saying hi to the group of them. I had a small platter of food, and we could see Luis clear as day dumping something onto my food before hugging me. “I almost executed a Lycan because of him.” Dad grumbles. “Yes, you did.” I agree.

Mia’s pov TW: mild humiliation. . You can skip this chapter if you’re uncomfortable with that, but please keep in mind that this is a dark mafia romance book. This book would get quite darker and spicier henceforth. You’ve been warned lol. All my love, Ivy. ~~~ Lorenzo shook his head, still looking very pissed off, and then slowly, he made his way into the kitchen. His eyes scanned the kitchen and I felt more mortified at the irritated look on his face as he took in the flour that’s literally everywhere in the kitchen.

It was betrayal all over again, sharpened now with rivalry. If Angelo thought he could crawl back into this city and lose himself in softness, she would remind him of who he was. Of who he had always been. A Mancini. A son of Giovanni. Forged in fire, not cradled in silk. And if Lucy Valerio thought she could steal him away, as though love were a toy she could pluck from another girl’s hands then Lucy would learn. The wind shifted, carrying the faint sounds of men at the gates below, the laughter of guards who did not know their mistress was plotting fire and ruin on the balcony above.

His eyes became Giovanni's, his face, Giovanni's, his footsteps, Giovanni's, his voice, Giovanni's. I couldn't see the man in front of me. All I could see was Giovanni. My hands began shaking uncontrollably, and then I heard it. The voice inside my head just like what he said two weeks ago. “I'm gonna hurt you, Lucia, but I love you. I fucking love you more than Damien.” He said, grabbing me by the hair. “If only you had chosen me eight years ago rather than Damien, we would have been married, Lucia.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “Get out of my head,” I screamed in my mind.

A month before my fiance, Dante de Rossi, and I were supposed to get married, he insisted on having a baby with his childhood friend, Isobel de Luca. I refused to agree to it, but he kept bringing it up every single day and stubbornly tried to persuade me. It was as if he were presenting a business deal that had to be accepted. Half a month before the wedding, I received an envelope from an anonymous sender. It contained a pregnancy report from a private hospital in Manhorne.

I need to ensure that Leonardo or Denise does not need my attention now. I walked to Leonardo's room and stopped to peek through the keyhole. The sight inside made my stomach twist—Leonardo lay on the bed, with Denise, curled up on his chest, her tiny fingers clutching his shirt in sleep. It was an image of peace, one that made my chest tighten with guilt. He looked so different like this, so unlike the feared Mafia boss I had been sent to manipulate. Since they were both resting, I heaved a sigh a relief and headed to the stairs. Down the hallway, I came across Zico, one of Leonardo's loyal men.

He thought he could handle it, but it would shatter him, and I didn’t want him to carry that burden. The liquor burned my throat as I took another swig, welcoming the pain. I deserved it. Today was a disaster. I'd lost count of the men we'd lost, and now my mother, Summer, and possibly Mya. "Boss," Miguel interrupted my dark thoughts as he appeared at the door. "Yeah." My voice came out hoarse and raw. "A Mr. Luigi is here. He insists on seeing you." Luigi?” Summer’s neighbor? "Send him in," I snarled, downing the rest of my drink and slamming the glass on the desk.

"You think you'll get what you want by getting physical? The only reason Bonnie's even being nice to you is because she's forgotten what kind of person you really are." Leo groaned, pushing himself up, but Luigi didn't stop. "Keep going crazy, and you'll always be avoided. And I'll always be here to stop you from hurting her." His tone dropped lower, cutting deep. "As for our time as brothers—it's starting to feel disgusting." "You—" Leo tried, but Luigi was already turning to me. "Let's go," he said simply, his hand gentle as it found mine. I didn't argue. Nice save. ***

And Beth stormed out, tears in her eyes. Anna followed her out while Heather gaped. What was happening? Why did her daughters, her own flesh and blood, not understand how heartbroken she was at Luigi’s desertion, all of which was because of Bianca and her slut*y ways? It was raining as the large sedan in which the Mafia men were travelling entered the city of Hunter’s Folly. Neither of the brothers had said much during the long journey, each lost in their own dark, gloomy thoughts. St Just squeezed his eyes shut as he leaned back on the headrest.