Luigi Mangione Fanfic Romane & Geschichten

The man didn’t look away. Yasmine resisted the urge to shift under his gaze. Luca stood and walked toward her. His hand settled on her arm—firm, possessive. “Dante,” he said smoothly, “meet Yasmine.” A pause. “Yasmine… my Consigliere and partner, Dante Romano.” Dante rose and stepped forward, extending his hand. Yasmine placed hers in his, polite but distant. “Nice to meet you, Signore Romano.” “My pleasure, Donna,” he replied with a slight nod.

Luca’s POV The compound’s central hall had become a slaughterhouse—bodies strewn across marble, blood pooling in the cracks of old Moretti tiles. Sofia stood amid the carnage, gun still smoking in her hand, the kill switch crushed beneath her heel. Enzo De Luca leaned against a pillar nearby, arms crossed, his Sicilian enforcers forming a loose circle around us. Dante and Rocco flanked me—guns raised, bodies tense, their heat pressing against me like a promise. The erotic tension between us hadn’t cooled; if anything, the violence had stoked it, turning every shared glance into a spark, every brush of skin into fire.

More importantly, how the hell does that pervert know who I am? “You’re right, Giovanni. Forgive me. Brandi, thank you for the amazing work. I look forward to working with you again, Miele.” I grit my teeth, but Mr. C doesn’t react. That’s right; they provide code names to our lovers, too. He tips his glass and walks away, smiling. “You should stay away from him.” I scan his face, amused by this new development. Is he jealous? “I scan his face, amused by this new development. Is he jealous?” He chuckles for a second, and then his smile falls.

I’d spotted it weeks ago near Topanga and bought it on impulse because it reminded me of him. Tomorrow was our engagement party, the official merging of Woodhills and Stormbane packs under one united front. But tonight could just be ours. “He’s going to lose it,” I murmured, resting my forehead briefly against the steering wheel. Tyler cried at everything. Military reunion videos. Emotional movie scenes. One time he watched wedding vows on YouTube and had to pretend he had allergies afterward. God, I loved that about him. The way his tough Alpha image cracked over little things that mattered.

I see Lu walk in after a while and he comes and sits at where my head is laying and picks my head and puts it in his lap I smile up at him while Lucy and Aaron and I continue talking. "Doesn't that annoy you," Lu asked pointing to their hands on my bump? "Well yea at first but now I'm starting to get used to it," I tell him. He nods his head "Puoi chiedere loro di andarsene? Ho degli affari di mafia di cui parlare con te," he asked in Italian so that Lucy and Aaron wouldn't understand him. ( Can you ask them to leave I have mafia business to talk to you about) I nod my head "Hey Lucy, Aaron can you guys leave we have some really important family things to discuss," I tell them

The four of them are watching them from afar as the man is removing his gear. When Luigi remove his gear, all the female personnel paused from walking and is admiring his angelic look. “How are you feeling?” he asked his friend but she is still look pale, she is pouting as she nods at him even it is against her feeling. “Everything will be alright, sweetheart,” he motivates her and cuddled him as he kisses her on his head which Steph’s wife witnessed. The female personnel left witnessing Luigi’s sweetness and care for her, they thought that she is his girlfriend while Caspian’s face darkens, his jaw clenched as his hands turns into fist while he is watching the sweetness of the two.

“Her name’s Giulia. She’s a violinist. Smart, sarcastic, and she thinks my job is ‘mysteriously boring.’” Dante grinned. “She sounds perfect.” “She might be,” Santino said. “I haven’t told Nonna yet. She’ll start planning the wedding before Giulia finishes her second espresso.” I raised my glass. “To Giulia.” Dante raised his. “To Santino finally catching feelings.” Santino clinked glasses with us. “To me not being the reason Luca loses sleep.” I smirked. “You’re off the hook.” We drank. And for a moment, the weight lifted.

Chiara Moretti “You think so highly of yourself, what made you think I would want to fuck a hideous person like you!” I spat The cold metal of the lighter was finally lifted from my violently beating chest, and for a fraction of a second, I thought he was going to step back and give me room to breathe. He didn't. Leonardo slipped the lighter back into the pocket of his suit, “Never say never Viviana Marino, you will one day beg me to fuck you and I will.” I was too stunned to speak.

I forced a smile. Even though our three-year marriage has been nothing but a sham, I’ve always upheld the image of a loving couple in front of the public as the Luna of the Nightblade Pack. "You don’t have to hide anything from me! That bastard! His mate is pregnant, and he’s upstairs keeping another woman company. I’ll drag him down here right now!" Luigi hissed. "Luigi, this is between me and my husband!" I grabbed his arm to stop him. "I get it," Luigi sighed, his anger fading into sadness. "Take care of yourself, and call me if you need anything."

Seeing her dressed like that made me lose all sense of reason. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way. I was Alessandro De Luca, the Mafia boss of Italy, the Alpha of the most feared pack in the world. I didn’t fall for women—ever. My life had no room for attachments, no space for weakness. Yet here I was, tormented by this slip of a human girl who had been thrust into my life as my second-chance mate. Second-chance mate or not, I wasn’t going to let this bond control me. I wouldn’t be tied down. But the harder I tried to resist, the more she consumed me.