Luigi Mangione X Reader Novels & Stories

”Language, Mafia Boss, “she said, biting his lower lip as he rose to hover above her, supporting his thick body on his strong arms, the corded muscles making her sigh. “I love you, Lucien Delano,” she whispered as he began to probe at her entrance with his thick, moist shaft. She had parted her legs obediently and was unable to hold back at the sight of the glistening wet pus*y, the smell of her sweet arousal, he thrust into her fiercely. Proserpina yelped at the suddenness of his action. He grunted, his eyes devouring her, “I want to be gentle, so help me, Woman,’ he growled and she smiled, dimpling mischievously.

) contain scenes from the first two books in this mafia romance series to provide some context and background info on the main characters' relationships. Some chapters in this book contain Italian dialogue [but not pivotal to the plot]. Translations are written inside brackets [ ]. Buckle up, friends! Enjoy Book III! ❤ • • • • • • • • Main Characters • • • • • • • • • Mykaela "Kel" Leviste Nielsen • Lorenzio "Enzo" Russo Tomassini • Maximiliano "Miles" / "Maxim" Cruza Falco • •••••••••• •

Vito’s cold voice cut through the quiet of the living room from wherever he was, and Milan felt a chill run down her spine despite the warmth of the early spring evening. “I should go. My son will be worried if I stay out too late.” Mrs. Luigi rose gracefully, her smile unwavering. “All the rooms are clean, and you can pick anyone to sleep in.” She added before moving toward the coat rack. Milan’s heart skipped as she watched Mrs. Luigi leave, the older woman’s smile lingering in her mind. She had wanted to tell her that she would be leaving tomorrow and that Mateo would be staying with her at Angels Den, but she didn’t. She couldn’t. Mrs. Luigi was already scheming to match her with Mateo,

“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. “

Jacopo and Alessandro had to have done something to them, and I couldn't find it in me to care what that was. "You know," Luca grunted as we lifted opposite ends of a beautiful, antique armoire, "I still can't believe you're banging a mafia boss. Does that make you queen of the mafia? I have so many questions." I rolled my eyes at Luca's crude language. "I'm not 'banging' anyone. And being with Jacopo doesn't make me queen of anything. It's not like that." "Sure, sure," he said, winking at me. "But you have to admit, it's kind of hot. The forbidden romance between the mafia prince and the outsider."

Charlie. However, the moment she opened it, she accidentally dropped her makeup upon reading the title of the article she just received. 'Hestia Fiore's Mysterious Fiance Turned Out to be the Infamous Mafia Lord.'

Ruggerio growls impatiently and taps a man who is standing next to me on the shoulder, making him turn around. “Hey, could you make sure my sister over there is safe while I make my girlfriend cum.” “Ruggerio!” I gasp incredulously while he just ignores me. “I’ll pay you a grand for it.” I stare at Ruggerio agape as the man in front of us distorts his face in disgust. “Eew. But yeah, sure.” The man turns to walk away and reach Elisabetta, while Ruggerio turns to me with an annoyed expression. “Happy now?”

Dante muttered, watching Chiara’s reaction intently. Chiara smiled, excitedly picking up her phone. “Th-thank you so much!” She squealed, opening it. Dante stared at her screen watching her as she scrolled through her apps. She finally settled for a reading app and he raised a brow, knowing she couldn’t see him. “I’m guessing you’re a fan of reading.” She looked at him, nodding quietly. “Yeah, I like reading.” She mumbled awkwardly, immediately returning her gaze back to her screen.

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?

Was that hair peaking out of the buttons he had left open? I had seen my fair chest of male bodies, both willingly, and unwillingly, and I had to say this, even if most of it was covered, was....intruiging. I cleared my throat, tearing my eyes off the chest and almost died when I saw who was standing in front of me. Luca De Santi. No... Don Luca De Santi. The most mysterious, but feared Mafia Don in the Mafioso. At least that was waht was whipered. I didn't know if it was true, but he looked the part.