Luigi Mangione Fanfiction Novels & Stories

While another armed man held his gun to the back of her head. “No please, Luciano. I will never betray you.” she fidgeted while speaking. “I took Luigi as my friend, but I never knew he has something against you. if not, I won't have befriended him.” She narrated with tears pouring down her cheeks. Wow! And she expects me to believe that bullshit? “What are you saying, Mia?" Luigi chimed. “Didn't you enjoy the steamy sex we had?" “You are an asshole!" Mia spat back.

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.

Heard he belongs to the Salvatore pack. Michele's munching lacerated my ears. And as my irritation mounted, I could no longer tell what I was contending with. My best friend's poor eating habit or the fact I got a B in my Statistics in which the professor was one of Padre's closest friends, or perhaps even more accurately, the new guy on campus. "It's pretty messed up. I mean, he's all Georgina talks about,." Luigi said. "Stai ancora uscendo con quella ragazza?" "[You're still with that chic]?"

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

Yuan looks just like Luhan, and his father's attitude and behavior are just like him. Luigi messed her hair which annoyed Luhan. "Uncle Luigi, stop messing with my hair." Luhan said annoyed. Luigi just laughed. Because he wants to see Luhan get wet. But when in the Mansion, the two of them are very close. We were attending the Dark Deimos Society Concert and I was stunned when I saw Luhan disappear from my side. Luigi and I immediately looked for him. "Oh God! I hope nothing bad happens to him. I will never forgive myself." I cried and said.. My chest was tight and I could hardly breathe. I sighed.. I was constantly crying and pinching myself because of the nervousness and fear that I might

he asked. I sighed and shook my head. “Dom, this is Luciano. Luciano, this is Dom, my good friend.” Dom smiled welcomingly and offered his hand. “Good to have you, man. I hope you’re liking Amari Coast.” Luciano merely looked at Dom’s hand and smiled fakely. “I have been liking it, but it seems like I don’t like it as much anymore,” he grumbled. I clicked my tongue and glared at him before focusing my attention back to Dom.

"Alright. You wait a moment; I'll make it for you." Luka nodded gently; he sat on the dining chair as he waited for Caterina to make him tomato juice. He looked at Caterina with a loving look; he couldn't believe that a kind and caring woman like Caterina would be wasted by Leonardo. How could he? How could Leonardo not melt with Caterina's attitude like that? "Kate, make some for me too. I want tomato juice too." Marco replied. He also wanted Caterina's attention before he lost it forever.

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."

There were few things I hated in my twenty four years of living, and on the top of that list was no other than the man towering over me. He had a name he used to call me, “Mousy Mari.” I could still recall vividly when I sang at the school festival in hopes but Leonardo mimicked me on stage, instigating other students to clap and laugh at me as they sang- “Mousy Mari, Mousy Mari…” I ended up running off the stage. From what I know, Leonardo was now the most influencial figure in the city. He was from a powerful Mafia family. "Are you hurt?"

"The games I play usually end in blood." Ivan didn't dare move, just glared at me. "Do you have any idea who you're messing with?" I smiled, about to say something. Just then, the crowd parted. A man in a black silk shirt strolled over, oozing a dangerous, magnetic charm with every step. He had the classic profile of an Italian man—deep green eyes, dark brown hair that was just the right amount of messy. Victor Bellini. The Godfather of Italy's largest mafia family.