Luigi Mangione X Reader Novels & Stories

Lana hands him a list. Manny reads it out loud, “A hot Italian man with a gigantic cock," Manny laughs as he gives her a big hug. “I don't know how I'll know what size he is, but I'll see what I can do." “Thanks, bro," Lana giggles. “What about me? I have requests too," Ella hands him her list. Again Manny reads it out loud, “A hot Italian sex machine, female or male." Manny shakes his head. “Gotcha, now come here. I will miss you girls so much." He gives Ella a huge hug.

The man didn’t look away. Yasmine resisted the urge to shift under his gaze. Luca stood and walked toward her. His hand settled on her arm—firm, possessive. “Dante,” he said smoothly, “meet Yasmine.” A pause. “Yasmine… my Consigliere and partner, Dante Romano.” Dante rose and stepped forward, extending his hand. Yasmine placed hers in his, polite but distant. “Nice to meet you, Signore Romano.” “My pleasure, Donna,” he replied with a slight nod.

30 March 1985 Luca Bianchi. That was his name, the name of the owner of this club and the name of the man who kissed me last night. Oh! I cannot describe what he does to me! He makes me weak at the knees and I knew if he asked anything of me, I would give in with no questions asked. I can only describe the way he looks at me when I am on stage as lust and it emboldened me. The man that put the fear of God into Chicago has taken an interest in me, and I would let him have me any which way. She blushed as she read this, it felt as if she was poking into her mother’s personal life by reading her most trusted notes. The thing that stood out the most to her was the way she described her attractio

But my father was dead, my family was falling apart, and my younger brother and sister were depending on me. There was no turning back. The door slammed open behind me. Heavy footsteps followed, then stopped. "Who the hell are you?" The voice was deep like the depths of the ocean. Deep and cold. I turned into the darkest pair of eyes I'd ever seen. Luca Marino. The Monster. My mouth went dry. He was tall, with messy black hair and sharp dark eyes that felt like they could pin me to the wall. His black shirt was rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong arms, one of which was stained with blood.

He should probably find out what the gig was, first. He gave his name and was led to a fancy meeting room, though instead of the large business loftiness, it was more of a sophisticated, overindulgence kind of glam. Serenius saw a trim, middle aged man waiting for him sitting at a table in a light tan suit not quite cream or beige, one leg crossed over the other. The man stood up when Serenius walked into the room and smiled, eyes flashing. "Mr. Bianchi. I'm Lucas Renard." He held his hand out to Serenius, smile growing. "You are even prettier than your picture."

He wasn’t even touching me properly, yet my body was already betraying me. Then his lips ghosted over my jaw, making my breath hitch. I exhaled shakily. “Get away from me.” His mouth lingered, so close I could feel his smirk. “Liar.” The word wrapped around me, dark and knowing. A pulse of heat curled low in my stomach. If he kept going, I would lose control. But then it hit me. Vincenzo Moretti. Mafia Lord. Dangerous. I shoved at his chest, hard. He stepped back, his eyes flashing.

"We're all ears" I glanced at the both of them and my gaze fell down on sleeping Diego in my arms. It's time to accept what I didn't wish to hear, anyways at least at the end of it all I'll get my best friend off my neck over this mystery book. "Shattered Hearts, Chapter one. Let the story begins" she smiled and I relaxed my back and waited for her to read the story. "Luciano was a nerd in highschool with brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. He..." she continued reading and the more she read the more I was picturing myself to be Luciano.

I don't even know if I can match his writings. "Kinky. What about a mafia boss and a sexy painter who happens to have an amazing ass?" I gasped in surprise at the sudden voice. I jumped off my seat when I felt his lips against my ears. "H-how- I-I... I didn't hear you come in." I stammered. I could hear my heart jump back and forth miles away. My back was leaning against the table, covering the laptop behind me. My hands were gripping the edge of the desk to support my weight. Angelo was leaning on the chair I previously sat on, hands propping on the armrest. I was trying hard to lean away from him.

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“I’m surprised you know about Gambino.” “Not really, but you looked like you just came straight out of a mafia romance fiction book. You must be the writer’s muse.” Terzo laughed. “Really? There’s such a thing as that.” “Don’t get fooled. He knows about it. His wife is a reader,” Linden said, snorting. “Well, I’m recommending a book to your wife. Tell her to read Midnight by T.S. Prince.” “Wait. You know that book, too?” Linden turned to Olive.