Luigi Mangione Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he offers his hand out and I reluctantly shake it and watch after him as he turns his back and walks away. “Fucking Italians” Diego muttered with a smirk and a shake of his head in disbelief. That was, unexpected and a turn in tonight’s events that I had never seen coming, I wasn’t sure on Bellino’s sudden need to join our families, I do know one thing and that was “Lucien can not find out until after the Trevisani’s leave” I spoke my thoughts aloud, that is just a war waiting to happen.

“Señorito, lost a lot of blood and he needs some as soon as possible. He’s type AB+.” “I’m AB+.” The Mafia Boss speaks and there is a willingness in his voice to give his blood. “Kindly enter the room, Señor.” “May I enter too?” Viviana asks while tears are falling in her bloodshot eyes. “Cara, stay here. I’ll take care of everything. Rest.” Luigino kisses her forehead before entering the room. He knows how emotional his wife is, especially when it comes to her children. “Mamma…” Leandro Marchetti, Leo’s younger brother, is rubbing his eyes while walking toward Viviana.

Lily Montgomery I choked on my own saliva, struggling to breathe, and everything felt like a nightmare. A real nightmare. I tried to speak, to show some sort of reaction, but nothing came out of my mouth. The last words Luigi Romano had said kept repeating in my mind like a mental hell. "He's going to be your future husband." I focused on the wall in front of me as we walked toward the dining room. What the hell had happened to my life?

"I'll go with you my love...do you want to be my little girlfriend? Hahaha." Luiggi hearing them sent a shiver down his spine, that was going to be his life there, teased and who knows what else could happen to him, he just lay down to sleep and wait for the next day when he would begin his wait there until the trial. Marck starring in fights, he is unrecognizable, Luiggi is already receiving his punishment, but there is still more to come, at the trial he will see Amanda again and his heart will be put to the test.

His green shirt and black pants accentuated his emerald green eyes as he stared at me. Luigi stiffened and then stepped away from me. He mumbled an apology. “Forgive me. I...lost control.” "That's fine,” Giovanni replied dismissively. I turned my face away when I felt his fingers on my cheeks. “Women like her always know how to make a man lose control.” “Fuck you,” I spat out with disgust.

" Antonio strangled Lorenzo with such force that soon, his face turned a deep, sickly purple. Seeing that Antonio was truly going to kill him, Carlo rushed in and forced them apart. Lorenzo slumped to the floor and coughed violently, pointing a trembling finger at Antonio as he struggled to find his voice. Antonio coldly stared him down. "Mom and Daniela are waiting for us down there, Dad. We should hurry up and join them." A fruit knife had appeared in his hand at some point. He looked at Lorenzo with a haunting, eerie smile. Lorenzo scrambled backward and pleaded in a hoarse voice, "No! Wait! I know where they are! "They aren't dead. I-I found them!" The fruit knife hit the floor with a cl

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.

Just nodded and watched in silence when I tossed the phone over to Lorenzo. “Well, off we go. But first, we’d have to deal with his weaknesses, starting with Mancini and his lover, whom Luca cherishes so damn much. Bring them alive. But the methods in doing so? I don’t care, which means they could lose an eye, arms, or legs—just make sure they’re breathing. Luca wants to play dirty? I can fucking play dirty too” !l

The girl from a rival mafia clan, the one he kept hidden deep in his heart, even when their families were at war. Did he love me? Maybe. But when confronted with family, power, loyalty, or Isobel, I would always be the first to be sacrificed. Dante had more to say, but a call interrupted our conversation. He began heading for the balcony as he answered the call, his voice softening and becoming dulcet. I couldn't hear what the caller said, but I could see the gentle smile on his face. It had been ages since I last saw him smiling at me like that.

It was betrayal all over again, sharpened now with rivalry. If Angelo thought he could crawl back into this city and lose himself in softness, she would remind him of who he was. Of who he had always been. A Mancini. A son of Giovanni. Forged in fire, not cradled in silk. And if Lucy Valerio thought she could steal him away, as though love were a toy she could pluck from another girl’s hands then Lucy would learn. The wind shifted, carrying the faint sounds of men at the gates below, the laughter of guards who did not know their mistress was plotting fire and ruin on the balcony above.