Luigi Mangione Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She was about to let the romance zone convince her but before the first kiss, she went to sleep, locked her door, and for the first time really slept through the night. The next day after a Mediterranean breakfast, he accompanied her and they set off on their journey. Maria was very attentive, and then marked the map. Finally they arrived, entered, and it was indeed a modified cave with artificial light, and first aid equipment, it looked like a real hospital room. She dared to ask: - Who is the ingenious one of this marvel? He looks down at the floor, ashamed of his blood; - I made it myself, and thought for the poster, I am the son of a mafioso, it would not be easy for me, not to think ab

Dad states before turning the TV on. It doesn’t take long for us to find the moment I was drugged. It was when I was saying hi to the group of them. I had a small platter of food, and we could see Luis clear as day dumping something onto my food before hugging me. “I almost executed a Lycan because of him.” Dad grumbles. “Yes, you did.” I agree.

I need to ensure that Leonardo or Denise does not need my attention now. I walked to Leonardo's room and stopped to peek through the keyhole. The sight inside made my stomach twist—Leonardo lay on the bed, with Denise, curled up on his chest, her tiny fingers clutching his shirt in sleep. It was an image of peace, one that made my chest tighten with guilt. He looked so different like this, so unlike the feared Mafia boss I had been sent to manipulate. Since they were both resting, I heaved a sigh a relief and headed to the stairs. Down the hallway, I came across Zico, one of Leonardo's loyal men.

"Just kidding! You don't take jokes well. Eat up so you can put some meat on those bones." I raised an eyebrow. "Do you honestly expect me to enjoy my meal with you right in front of me?" I retorted. He leaned in. "Quite the sharp tongue you got there, huh?" "If you know, then leave," I retorted and resumed eating. This guy is disrupting my meal. I knew it; he'd just tease me. He and Luigi are so different from each other. Unlike him, Luigi is serious and hardly cracks a smile. I've probably seen him smile only twice in the weeks I've been staying here. How on earth did they become friends with such opposite personalities?

“Her name’s Giulia. She’s a violinist. Smart, sarcastic, and she thinks my job is ‘mysteriously boring.’” Dante grinned. “She sounds perfect.” “She might be,” Santino said. “I haven’t told Nonna yet. She’ll start planning the wedding before Giulia finishes her second espresso.” I raised my glass. “To Giulia.” Dante raised his. “To Santino finally catching feelings.” Santino clinked glasses with us. “To me not being the reason Luca loses sleep.” I smirked. “You’re off the hook.” We drank. And for a moment, the weight lifted.

“You idiot! If that happens, I'll be long gone.” I throw the cigarette on an ashtray that keeps the gun on the table company and get up to clean up the mess that is in this room, when someone knocks on the door. “ I thought it was stupid Jean again.”, I tell Luigi that it is my next visitor and quickly close the door. “I almost bump into him. What did he want?”, he puts his luggage on a chair and goes to the kitchen to find something to drink. “ The expected drama of someone who has not only been dumped by his best friend but has just discovered that the woman he is in love with is a mobster. “

"You think you'll get what you want by getting physical? The only reason Bonnie's even being nice to you is because she's forgotten what kind of person you really are." Leo groaned, pushing himself up, but Luigi didn't stop. "Keep going crazy, and you'll always be avoided. And I'll always be here to stop you from hurting her." His tone dropped lower, cutting deep. "As for our time as brothers—it's starting to feel disgusting." "You—" Leo tried, but Luigi was already turning to me. "Let's go," he said simply, his hand gentle as it found mine. I didn't argue. Nice save. ***

So basically I'd be reporting for duty earlier than expected and where my phone situation was concerned I knew that Michelangelo had a couple of new smartphones that weren't used. I was sitting by the window seat looking at the ocean lost in thought . When Nicolai sat opposite me and handed me a cup of Chai tea. " The one thing about being friends with you is that I know what you like and when . I shouldn't have left the way I left. Luigi has admitted that he isn't as equipped as his brother but on the practical side of things he is a genius and he knows how to get things done he knows how to take a shot when he's been asked to take a shot and he knows how to be hands-on. You and I both kn

My body pinned Luca against the wall as my elbow pushed against his neck, the jealousy and rage swimming through my brain like a red smoky haze. “Nobody will do her,” I growled in rage. “Fuck, Luciano,” Cassio barked out, trying to peel me off his brother. Unsuccessfully. “Are you crazy?” “Delete. Her. Picture.” My voice dripped with fury, ready to beat the living shit out of him. “Jesus, man. Get yourself together,” Luca spoke, although his airflow was somewhat obstructed. “It was just an observation. I didn’t say I will fuck her.”

Instead, they found him drenched in sweat , his hands trembling at his sides. Lilian's face drained of color. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. She spun toward Anthony, her voice wobbling uncontrollably. "Don Falcone… She's lying, right? She can't be Gianna's mother. That's impossible…" Anthony's jaw worked, but no sound came out. He looked like a man who'd just been punched in the gut. His fingers dug into his palms so hard they left crescent marks. At last, he clawed his way back from the shock that had nearly undone him. His lips quivered.