Luigi Mangione Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Luca stood and decided it was time to get home. His bride was waiting for him. Luca cracked his neck. Tonight was his wedding night and that was something to look forward to at least. He walked outside with Marco beside him. Marco shook his head. “Darion's getting sloppy. Used to be the best in Chicago. Now he's just another overpaid coward.” Luca didn’t answer. He had a bad feeling, a cold at the back of his neck. He stepped outside, breathing in the night air, searching the street.

Luca strolled over and draped an arm around my shoulders, playing the part of the doting fiancé perfectly. It wasn't until he leaned in that I saw it—the smear of lipstick on his collar and the fresh hickey blooming on Fiona’s neck. I slumped back onto the barstool, my soul feeling like it had been hollowed out. I dug my nails into my palms so hard they bled, trying to keep the tears from spilling over. His friends started badgering him in Sicilian, fishing for the dirty details. Luca, perhaps feeling a flicker of guilt, glanced at me before sitting down and pulling me into his lap.

I wondered, biting my lips subtly. “Oh, Manuel.. You say. Yeah right, how is he doing? I hope he likes his tattoo well. You know he has never paid me well for drawing such perfect artwork on his arms.” I finally said with a haughty look, snickering when I saw her calm facade beginning to break. “Although it had hurt, I strongly believed that it was the best gift anyone could ever give him. Didn't you think so sister… or are you happy that your brother is a rapist? I guess his university professors would want to know that..” I said, cocking my head to the side, expertly brandishing the phone in my hands to her face. “How many followers do I have on i*******m, five thousand or was it six thous

I asked. "At home, Luigi reports to me that she hasn't gone out at all". "Perfect ". ❧ Fiorella ☙ During the whole morning, I haven't stopped thinking for a single moment about Lorenzo, I want to be furious with him, I want to kill him for what he did but something inside me, woke up when I was in front of him, God!!! , he is still so handsome, in that tuxedo he looked ready to eat me up.

He answered. “Book a flight for me back to Italy.” “Right away, fratello.” “Grazie, Leo.” I then went inside the car and drove towards the mansion, trying to ignore the silence that I’ve grown to despise. --- “My, my. Who do we have here? I thought you’d be in New York by now, fratello.” Cara Luna Di Angelo.

"And a bit scrappy. Like a little pup trying to take on a wolf pack." Dante sighed. "Alessandro..." "No, no," Alessandro interrupted, his smirk widening. "Look at her. She hates it already." I did hate it. But also… damn it, a tiny part of me didn’t. And that only made me hate it more. I peeked at Luca and noticed his hand, which had been on the table, was now balled into a fist. The expression on his face didn’t look like he was enjoying the conversation at the table either. "Eat. Now."

I got someone to install a screen in the attic, playing the preparation details for my engagement to Carlo and the media's coverage 24/7. Luigi screamed and roared at Carlo on the screen, clawing at the floor until it splintered, his fingertips raw and bloody. Jealousy overwhelmed him, swallowing all his reason. On the day of our engagement, I deliberately went to the attic holding Carlo's arm. I showed Luigi to him as though I was displaying a trophy to a guest. "Look, this is the previous Don." When Luigi spotted me, he started whimpering. He dragged his heavy shackles, crawling toward me on hands and knees. He reached out with his bloodied hands, trying to touch the hem of my pristine gow

Third Person's POV A month later, all of the Moretti family's assets in Newmont had been liquidated. Fiora had been arrested and was facing 13 charges. Lorenzo wasn't prosecuted, but his name had become a joke in the city. The once-powerful Mafia Don was now left with nothing. He moved out of that villa, the one where Elena had been drenched with ice water and beaten by bodyguards. Before leaving, he stood at the entrance and looked at it for a long time.

Is she dreaming? The furious look he casted at her made her shiver and that immediately confirmed that she wasn't dreaming.. She was about to live a nightmare "You're really begging so hard for déad right? Well I'm going to serve it to you!!" Aurelio spatted and aimed his gun at her and pulled the trigger. Amour closed her eyes as her body shook so much. She slowly opened her eyes to see Flame actually diverted Aurelio's target by pushing his hand. "Boss, Godfather is back. He's waiting for us" Flame said as Rexton advanced towards them