Luigi Mangione Fanfic Novels & Stories

The next morning, Corleone came home carrying Lilia's favorite rose perfume on him. In his hand was my favorite apple pie, his deep eyes filled with affection. "Eat it while it's still warm. I made a special trip to the Hillsbalt to buy it." I lowered my gaze. Just ten minutes earlier, Lilia had posted a new story of her and a man in bed on Instagram. Though neither of their faces was visible, the blooming rose tattoo on the man's chest clearly identified him as Corleone.

I couldn't tell, and I didn't want to try to figure it out. Noticing my silence, Giovanni took my hand and pressed it against his chest. "Chichi, my heart belongs only to you, always. We'll never be apart." I met his gaze blankly, my voice soft. "Are you sure I'm the only one in your heart?" He froze for a second. A flicker of panic crossed his eyes but was quickly covered by a smile. "Of course… And Luigi too." Luigi teased from the side, "Mamma, are you jealous of me too?"

Rea clenched her jaw, and Marena just laughed. At a farther end of the room, Luigi watched and observed everything that had just happened. He threw his head back, and chugged the entire contents of his glass. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he smirked. “Seems like I'll be taking one more thing off your hands, cugino.” Cousin.

To support and destroy both the rivals and the so called righteous. Speaking of rivals, Vic had been awfully silent since our last meeting. which was never a good sign. Vic loved to play mind games. It was his thing. Psychological torture and the likes. That was one of the many reasons his existence infuriated me. A snake, just like his gangs. “Luca’s coming in tonight right?” “Yeah.” “Let him know he needs to be at the port to handle the shipment.” “I thought you wanted specific guys to take care of that.”

Dante smirked as he twisted the man's wrist till he knelt on the ground crying in pain. "Let him go." The brown hair one tried to throw a punch but Dante kicked him away. He clutched his stomach and cried in pain. "Dante, stop." Madonna spoke barely above a whisper and Dante realized that this was the first time she has spoken his name. "You are in luck." Dante left the wrist but knew he has done some damage to the man. "Come let's go." Dante took her by the hand and walked away. He ignored the jolt he received from the mere contact of her skin. Madonna followed obediently and the spectators thought the couples are the prettiest on the island.

Oh God, please… I bite the inside of my cheek until I taste blood, my heart pounding so violently I'm certain everyone at the table can hear it. "Luca, this is Bianca Rossi," Marco says, his voice cutting through the ringing in my ears. "My fiancée." I force a shaky smile, trying to rise, but I can't feel my legs. No. I can't feel my entire body. Luca steps closer, his heavy footsteps vibrating through the floor. Instead of offering a hand, he leans down over my shoulder. Before I can register what he's doing, his lips brush against my cheek. I freeze.

Lily Dante Romano had some nerve. Anger simmered in my stomach as I walked out of the cafe, opening the door with more force than necessary. I don't know why I reacted so strongly to Dante's dismissal. I have been in worse situations than this but still, still I don't know I felt that way. One second, I thought he would kiss me. The next, he was kicking me out of his lounge. The man flipped hot and cold more frequently than a broken geyser.

Their bodies pressed together, hands flying, clothes coming off fast. I covered my mouth with both hands, nausea rising in my throat. This was the man I was supposed to marry. This was the man who might be my first. Lorenzo De Luca, mob prince, heartless bastard… and apparently, a sex-crazed maniac who is cheating in his fiancee. I couldn’t breathe. Their groans echoed through the room. I shut my eyes, praying—begging—they wouldn’t hear me. Because if they opened this door…

The dream ended with Daniela's back turned to me—the same view I'd stared at for three years as she rushed off to get to Luca, leaving me behind to be tortured. When I woke in a daze, the first thing I saw was a sailboat-shaped ring. I looked up. Luca had changed into a plain T-shirt and jeans and was gulping chicken broth straight from a thermos. The housekeeper stood nearby, looking deeply apologetic. "Mr. Linari, I'm so sorry. I only brought enough for one, but it turns out Mr. Bianchi loves this broth too." "Oh, I can't believe I drank the whole thing," Luca said. "Matteo, I'm so, so sorry."

He slightly bowed with one hand at his back. Lucia's lips gently curved into a subtle smile. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, and his eyes immediately fell to her fingers. "May I?" He held her fingers as if he was holding an egg. He placed the marriage ring she had left behind to her fingers again. It dazzled under the stars. Lucia tilted her head in her soft voice. “Thank you.” For a second, he just stood there, throat tight on what to say next. This was the man who would command board members, and dare raise his voice at other mafia men. Tonight he seems out of words.