Luigi Mangione Fanfic Novels & Stories

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.

Perhaps I should just give him a chance to explain himself. I relaxed my body and leaned back into his embrace, feeling aggrieved. He patted me on the head and spoke in an utmost gentle voice. "Why don't you put on the sparkly crystal dress I got you for the bachelorette party tonight?" I nodded obediently. Just as I was about to speak, however, Luca suddenly pulled out a cargo ship passage contract and casually said to me, "Cara Mia, the D'Angelo Famiglia's cargo ship will be arriving at the port tomorrow. Let's sign the passage contract before going to the party."

Moonlight painted the rusting metal and cracked concrete in silver and shadow. And there, at the center of the bridge stretching out over the churning black waves, knelt Vincenzo…bloodied, beaten, barely holding himself up. Luciana’s mocking voice cut through the cold air. "Couldn’t seal the deal, Matteo? Such a shame." "Shut up," Matteo snapped, shoving Noel toward the edge. His arm wrapped tight around Noel’s trembling form. "Watch, Noel. Watch how your precious lover is going to be erased."

ISBN 978-0470016176. ^ Luigi Luca Cavalli-Sforza; Alberto Piazza; Paolo Menozzi; Joanna Mountain (1988). "Reconstruction of human evolution: Bringing together genetic, archaeological, and linguistic data". Proc. Natl. Acad. Sci. U.S.A. 85 (16): 6002–6006. Bibcode:1988PNAS...85.6002C. doi:10.1073/pnas.85.16.6002. PMC 281893. PMID 3166138.

This felt real. "Dante Falcone, do you accept Giulia De Luca as your fiancée, promising to honor and protect her as your future wife?" "I do." No pause. No doubt. "Giulia De Luca, do you accept Dante Falcone as your fiancé, promising to honor and support him as your future husband?" I met Dante's eyes. Thought of how he stepped in when no one else did. "I do." I pulled Marco's ring from my purse and slid it onto Dante's finger. The metal was cold against my skin.

he nodded. Heading back to the bedroom with a heavy heart, I hoped for Lawrence's sake, that everything would work out. Marct sounded so angry; things didn't look good for the Lucchese Mafia. Especially Bastian and that Blondie dude. Not to mention, Boraxip's brother is out for Bastian's blood. I don't see this working out for them. Honestly, I can't see it.

“You idiot! If that happens, I'll be long gone.” I throw the cigarette on an ashtray that keeps the gun on the table company and get up to clean up the mess that is in this room, when someone knocks on the door. “ I thought it was stupid Jean again.”, I tell Luigi that it is my next visitor and quickly close the door. “I almost bump into him. What did he want?”, he puts his luggage on a chair and goes to the kitchen to find something to drink. “ The expected drama of someone who has not only been dumped by his best friend but has just discovered that the woman he is in love with is a mobster. “

Just nodded and watched in silence when I tossed the phone over to Lorenzo. “Well, off we go. But first, we’d have to deal with his weaknesses, starting with Mancini and his lover, whom Luca cherishes so damn much. Bring them alive. But the methods in doing so? I don’t care, which means they could lose an eye, arms, or legs—just make sure they’re breathing. Luca wants to play dirty? I can fucking play dirty too” !l

The news spread like wildfire through the underworld. Luca De Santis, heir to one of the most powerful mafia families in Europe, had publicly refused his arranged engagement and declared his love for a man — a former captive, an art student, an outsider. The apartment in Florence felt smaller under the weight of what Luca had done. But Luca himself had never seemed more alive. He had Adrian pressed against the large windows overlooking the Arno River, fucking him from behind with deep, possessive thrusts. The city lights sparkled below as Luca drove into him, one hand wrapped around Adrian’s throat, the other stroking his cock.

MARCO'S POV. “The name's Brian Delamonte. Nephew to Leone's Donna.” “Leone set up his own kid?” My lips set in a grim line. “Not sure,” Loud music choked Sandro's reply from the background. “Could be her mother, Sophia.” I glanced at the hallway briefly. No sign of anything amiss from my room. “Where is he?” I asked. “Partying at the bar. He's had one too many drinks so far. Blurted without his own mouth that he has a Leone princess in his room for the night.”