Luigi Mangione Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He laughs and steals another one. Enzo and Dante come in together, both in black, both clean. “Morning,” Enzo says, nodding at me. Dante doesn’t talk. He just pours coffee and hands me the mug first. Black. No sugar. Exactly how I like it. He remembered from Tuesday. Luca is last. Always last. Suit on, hair perfect, eyes tired but sharp. He looks at the kitchen, at me in Marco’s hoodie, at the burnt toast, and his shoulders drop an inch. “Everyone alive?” “Barely,” Marco says. “Aria roasted me.” Luca’s eyes find mine, soft for a second. “Good,” he says.

He and Sofia walked up to the house hand in hand. "Ms. Sterlini, Mr. Moretti is here," the maid announced. "Let them in." Daniele swaggered into the living room with Sofia trailing behind him. He wore that smug little smile, completely sure I was still in the dark. His custom suit fit perfectly, his hair slicked into place, and as usual, he looked every inch the charming mafia playboy. But I knew exactly what he really was. Daniele dropped onto the couch and crossed one leg over the other. "So. How's the wedding prep going? Did you check every detail? The guest list… and our marriage contract?"

I forced a smile. Even though our three-year marriage has been nothing but a sham, I’ve always upheld the image of a loving couple in front of the public as the Luna of the Nightblade Pack. "You don’t have to hide anything from me! That bastard! His mate is pregnant, and he’s upstairs keeping another woman company. I’ll drag him down here right now!" Luigi hissed. "Luigi, this is between me and my husband!" I grabbed his arm to stop him. "I get it," Luigi sighed, his anger fading into sadness. "Take care of yourself, and call me if you need anything."

He frowned slightly while holding back his laughter. "Because Lorenzo doesn’t have one," I teased, smirking. Lorenzo glared at me, which made it even funnier. "I want to say that I like his name. Vicenzo Moretti Delgado. It sounds much better than Jett or Kael." Marco joked around with Luca. "Thanks. We are not in Star Wars or the Marvel universe, right? " I laughed, also poking fun at Luca. He seemed to ignore us and ran his fingers through his wet hair.

When I finished narrating all that had been happening with Salvatore Mancini since I got back to Ne York, he simply leaned back and stared at the ceiling. “This isn't just about territory, Gabriel.” He muttered. “Salvatore Mancini doesn’t fight alone.” I frowned. “Explain.” He looked at me then, a serious expression on his face. “He’s married, Gabriel.” “And so...?” “To Luigi’s sister.” The room went very still. Luigi. One of the few names in Italy that still carried weight, just like my family's. And wasn't it even more convenient, how only recently, an accident occured and put some more soreness between clans?

Maybe I just had a horrible survival instinct. “Yes, cousin,” he confirmed, not really providing useful information or an explanation. I raised a brow, encouraging him to continue. “Will you start talking already, Mr.?” He smiled at me, which only infuriated me. “Let me guess, you’re Aiden’s cousin and somehow—” “No,” he said curtly, cutting me off. You both had a fallout, I completed it in my head. “I am your cousin, Luigi Giovanni.” I stared at him for a moment, my face void of any expression. Seeing he was actually being serious, I burst into laughter—an unending, breathless laughter that almost took me out. But his expression remained stern.

The girl on the corner who was accusing Mia earlier spoke up. “I can't believe it! He is Mia’s fiance.” Another one who looked similar to the previous girl also spoke up looking all shocked. “Mia, you should quickly introduce him to us.” I can't believe how fast she changed. A minute ago she was shouting and accusing Mia of being a thief and now she is acting like they are best friends. “Don't you already know who he is?” Mia replied and her face paled but she quickly recollected it. “Don't worry, I’ll introduce you to him. He is Dante Romano the junior owner of Romano groups. And Mr. Romano, this is Jules and Chloe, our cousins.” Norah blunted out.

He let out a desperate, primal roar of anger, heartache, and regret. His fist was bloody, but the pain in his heart was a thousand times worse. He had to go kneel before Liliana and beg for her forgiveness. He would spend the rest of his life making it up to her, protecting her. He ignored the downpour outside and ran into the rain. He headed straight for Liliana's apartment. At that moment, I was still dreaming about the barbecue sauce Ryder had made. I sincerely apologized for the scene Vito had caused and shamelessly invited him to another barbecue.

Dante smirked as he twisted the man's wrist till he knelt on the ground crying in pain. "Let him go." The brown hair one tried to throw a punch but Dante kicked him away. He clutched his stomach and cried in pain. "Dante, stop." Madonna spoke barely above a whisper and Dante realized that this was the first time she has spoken his name. "You are in luck." Dante left the wrist but knew he has done some damage to the man. "Come let's go." Dante took her by the hand and walked away. He ignored the jolt he received from the mere contact of her skin. Madonna followed obediently and the spectators thought the couples are the prettiest on the island.

Luca's grip on my hand tightened, a silent reminder of the threat he made. I barely even heard Luca's vows before I heard the priest’s voice. “You may kiss your bride.” I tried not to let the panic show on my face when Luca brought his lips to mine for a kiss. The room erupted in applause, and Luca's family surrounded us, offering congratulations. I felt suffocated by their genuine smiles and heartfelt wishes. These people were in a fucking mafia, how could they act like everything was normal. My eyes traveled wearily to the priest, silently wondering if he was in on it too.