Luigi Mangione Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Just then, a dozen black SUVs screeched to a stop in front of the fire. Dante Luciano stepped out of the car with a stormy expression. He frowned when he noticed my bloody appearance and subconsciously reached out for me. "Lina, you—" He was interrupted by a shrill scream. Bianca Magoni hid behind Dante, looking like a spooked cat. She grabbed his arm in a death grip and stammered, "Oh my God! What a huge fire! Are you done causing trouble yet, Lina Vittori?"

And Beth stormed out, tears in her eyes. Anna followed her out while Heather gaped. What was happening? Why did her daughters, her own flesh and blood, not understand how heartbroken she was at Luigi’s desertion, all of which was because of Bianca and her slut*y ways? It was raining as the large sedan in which the Mafia men were travelling entered the city of Hunter’s Folly. Neither of the brothers had said much during the long journey, each lost in their own dark, gloomy thoughts. St Just squeezed his eyes shut as he leaned back on the headrest.

"Go on," Luigi continued, his gaze unwavering. "We've traced the source of these attempts to a rival conglomerate, one vying for dominance in our industry for years. I'd be a fool not to realize all this has happened after severing ties with the Mafia. " Squinting up at the sky, he continued, "I want it back. " Rune waited, deciding not to waste his time trying to read her body language; in situations like this, she was a wall.

I caught stares—some curious, some envious, some openly predatory. "Moretti!" A man in his fifties approached, all white teeth and calculating eyes. "Didn't expect to see you here. Thought you preferred... lower profile venues." "Montoya." Damian's smile didn't reach his eyes. "I'm full of surprises." Montoya's gaze slid to me, lingering too long. "I can see that. And who might this be?" "Luca is with me," Damian said, his hand tightening on my waist. "That's all you need to know."

Nicola and the hefty dude went to where he lay and dragged him to where I stood. "Told you not to do anything stupid Joe, why don't you ever listen?" I asked frowning at him and taking up one of his legs. His eyes opened widely and they looked like they were about to pop out any second. He knew what was coming next. "Pl...pease Lili- Madd...aam Belluci. Please I'm sorryy." I took out a knife and immediately, ran it on his lower leg, sliting his achilies heel and making blood splat out of it. He screamed as I did the same to the other leg and I scoffed in satisfaction.

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."

Third-person POV A week after Eliana landed in Grayland, the Caputo Famiglia finally posted a promotion notice announcement for Senior Consigliere. Fiore's name was prominently listed there. She hooked her hand around Lorenzo's arm and kissed him on the cheek, smiling radiantly at him. "Thank you so much for all your guidance, Don Caputo. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gotten this position so easily. I'll be treating everyone here to a celebratory dinner in a couple of days. You and Vincenzo must both come too!"

Marcus snapped. “No,” I said. “What’s enough is me being the only one expected to act right while you two do whatever you want.” Tyler started to panic. “Claire, please. You don’t mean this. You wanted this life. You want to be Luna. You’re not going to throw it away over this.” “I feel disgusted,” I said, shaking my head. “You keep bringing up the Luna title. You think I wanted it for power? No. I wanted to belong. I wanted a family.”

She muttered and he chuckles. “ Wait till you see it from above,but first,let's get some gelato.” Seeing him like this made her want to forget how she had gotten here. He seems like an ordinary and harmless Italian guy. Fun and flirty but she knew the man beneath the fascade. He slip his hand into her tugging gently and she followed him as they joined a line at a small gelateria. Yasmine chose a pistachio and lemon while Luca went for dark chocolate. They strolled with cones in hand weaving through the crowds until the Ponte Vecchio came into view

"Let go of me!" Marco's voice bounced off the clinic walls, but Dante didn't move an inch. "Giulia's about to be my wife. The Lady of the Falcone Family," Dante said, voice low and lethal. "You better learn respect." The staff froze, caught in the silent pressure of the moment. Marco struggled but couldn't break free. His face flushed. "You think marrying her changes anything? You're still a cripple!" "Is that so?" Dante let go. Marco stumbled back, rubbing his wrist.