Luigi Mangione Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Mia’s pov TW: mild humiliation. . You can skip this chapter if you’re uncomfortable with that, but please keep in mind that this is a dark mafia romance book. This book would get quite darker and spicier henceforth. You’ve been warned lol. All my love, Ivy. ~~~ Lorenzo shook his head, still looking very pissed off, and then slowly, he made his way into the kitchen. His eyes scanned the kitchen and I felt more mortified at the irritated look on his face as he took in the flour that’s literally everywhere in the kitchen.

“You’re really fucking stupid, aren’t you? What’s the difference between telling me and telling Luigi? He’s mine. Not like you, you weak little pussy.” I spit in his face, watching as it drips down his cheek. His smirk falters, just for a second. I turn to Luigi, wiping my hand on my coat like I’ve touched something filthy. “Get the words out of him. I don’t care how you do it. I want every fucking detail.” Luigi nods sharply. “Consider it done.”

Blaine Luigi has been my schoolgirl crush for years. Massimo grunts. "True, but, if word gets out." He shakes his head. "I mean, Luca saw the two of you kissing." Heat flares in my cheeks as I feel so damn thankful that's all he saw. The things he could have seen are far fucking worse. "Not to mention, Luigi is renowned for being a sadistic son of a bitch." Massimo looks at me for a few beats before shaking his head. "It's hard to believe my baby sister is even sleeping with anyone, let alone a sadist."

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.”

said Luca, he was not going to bless those gangsters with his presence. “Lina, I know Camille Is older than you but you are in charge of her,” he said and Lina nodded while Camille sneered. Meanwhile… The hall was filled with gangsters and mafia lords, and the tension was high coz they all glared at each other angrily, the Mondragon family walked in and Jasmine’s eyes wandered round the hall. She wanted to meet Luca so badly. “His mansion is paradise,” Jasmine said with a smile “A bloody paradise” the old Mondragon sneered before walking to a couch that was reserved for the Mondragon family.

Make sure she doesn't end up with a scar. My fingernails dug into my palms while tears blurred my vision. Lorenzo didn't even look back. With Kelly in one arm and Mia's hand in the other, he walked out the door. Just like that, five years of love burned to ashes. I dragged myself into my wheelchair, rolled myself back into my room, and started packing. … Lorenzo didn't come home for the next two days as he was busy preparing for the wedding. It was a wedding between the Gambino and Valente families—every mafia in the underworld was watching.

~ MIA ANTHONY ~ I don't know how to feel about last night. After my idea of trying to escape got ruined, I couldn't believe it in the end. I was the demanding one. Yesterday's sex was the best for me so far. Luca was different yesterday, rough yet gentle. Now I can't believe I was craving for more by just thinking about it. I woke up to an empty bed again. I didn't know what he does aside from being a Mafia Lord importing and exporting illegal products but maybe being a Mafia was all kinds of many things, guess it can be exhausting especially when you are the leader right?

I said in a southern accent. "You sure?" the chicken man asked. "Yeah of course. My boyfriend here just gets a little bit... kinky," I said with a shy smile as I moved closer to Vittore, putting my palm on his chest. Vittore wrapped an arm around my waist and I was shocked for a second. Just a second. "I'm so sorry you caught us like that." "Uhhh... it's cool," the chicken man said kicking the ground. Great kid. Now leave. "If you don't mind, I'm going to finish what I started," Vittore said with a very impressive American accent. He moved his hand from my waist to my shoulders and turned around, walking us to where I assume his car was.

Slowly, Lorenzo’s hand left my mouth and he smiled at me as we heard Luigi say, “you'll want to hear this deal. It has to do with my daughter.” “I don't give a damn about one of your bastards,” Luca said, resulting in a low growl from Lorenzo. “I don't know any of your daughters.” Luigi laughed loudly again, completely drowning out Lorenzo’s growl. “Oh, you certainly know and do give a damn about this one.” I could hear the smile in Luigi’s voice. There was silence from the other room, silence which seemed to last hours instead of the few seconds it actually was. “Lorenzo,” we heard Luigi call.

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?"