Luigi Mangione X Reader Novels & Stories

would now hold such value? Every scene in the book was drawn from my own bloody, real-life experiences. Readers saw a tragic romance, never knowing they were reading a woman's indictment. Meanwhile, at twenty thousand feet, the private jet cabin was suffocatingly quiet. Lorenzo gripped a glass of whiskey on the rocks, his brow furrowed as he stared out at the clouds. In the past two years, he had become even more taciturn, his methods more ruthless. The mere mention of Lorenzo Marino's name sent shivers down the spines of the entire New York underworld.

Even his real desperate fiancé wouldn’t concede. "I don’t… Umm." Before I could utter another word Luca had his lips on mine. His sour and sweetness laced pillowy mouth, not probing just tasting and licking. With his one hand on my waist and the other guiding on the back of my head. Instinctively I slid my hand on his nape pulling him closer. I should pull away. But there’s an allure to a man like Luca Giannini no man could compete, something you only tasted like an epitome of euphoria you come across. A man of power and appeal relishing in you like he’s been starving for a morsel of your breath was a mad lust. Maddening and magnetic like drunk on triumph.

He chortles urging me to continue while he opens the lightly faded box and takes out a cigar and cuts it in half before he hands one part over to me. “If there was something to tell I wouldn’t be here.” I take the cigar from his hand nodding my head in appreciation. I never understood the reason why some people liked smoking, but sometimes, rarely but it happens; I found myself in a situation like this and I would light one up myself. The strong and sweet aroma of the Tabaco forms a cloud of smoke around us and I told him everything I knew about Mia or should I say the little I knew about her and maybe my description of her was a little too good because Luigi’s eyes narrowed at times and pul

Vincent replied. “Of course, he is.” I haven't met him before though. I don't wanna get married to him.” she replied, sounding disgusted by the talk of marriage. “Why? I thought arranged mafia marriages worked out well, huh?” “I dunno, but I don't wanna marry him. He isn't my type,” she replied. “Alright.” he shrugged. *** “Guess you are back again.” Luigi de Pinto said immediately Giovanni walked into his office. Giovanni ignored his comment and walked into the room fully. He scanned the room with his eyes before fixing them on Luigi who sat comfortably on his seat, his eyes trained on his visitor.

Chloe pulled out a chair for her, and she sat down, her chair facing me, which meant our eyes could easily meet—but she avoided looking at me, even though my gaze was fixed on her. A waitress approached us, and we immediately placed our orders. While waiting, we helped ourselves to some wine, but Lisa barely touched her glass. "So, what's the name of your ex-boyfriend? I didn't get to know his name last night. My fiancé might know him—he's a mafia boss in Rome," Chloe said. "You have a boyfriend? What's his name?" I chimed in. Lisa's eyes met mine, and her gaze held pain that almost struck my heart like thunder.

“Lucien’s father. On paper, he’s Stephen, in our world he’s Carlos. He is my uncle.” The floor dropped out from under me in slow motion. “You’re telling me…” I whispered, “Lucien is your cousin?” Torin nodded once. “Yeah.” My head spun. Dinelli. Mafia royalty. And Torin. The man who had taught me to ride, to fight, to shoot. The man who had kissed me like I was the only shot at heaven he would ever get. The man I’d buried. “How,” I managed, the word a scrape. He sat on the edge of the mattress near my hip, careful of the bandages but close enough I could feel his heat.

Her legs were quivering around Hugo’s head and she was trying to buy as much time as she could but maybe Luca read her mind because the next moment he leaned in to suck her clit into his mouth. “Jesus… Lucaaaa”. His unexpected move not only tripped Caterina over the edge but those lips rubbed again Hugo’s cock every time he would slide in and out of Caterina’s pussy. Hugo erupted inside Caterina, filling her pussy with his cum, adding to the load and that was so intense for her that she released a gush of liquid from her body. “Did she just…”

he said quietly. “Make me.” His jaw ticked. Then his fingers pried mine open, one by one, and he lifted the paper out from under my palm. He sat back on his heels and unfolded it. I watched his face while he read it. I’d gotten good at reading Lorenzo De Luca’s face over the past week — the flicker before the mask slammed back down. This time the mask didn’t come back down fast enough. His eyes went to the handwriting. Then to me.

I had a memory to reclaim and two men to interrogate. I crouched low at the tenth stair, just high enough to see without being seen. The wood creaked if I leaned forward too much, so I froze, holding my breath. Below, Leonardo was sprawled across the couch, flipping through a comic book like he didn't just turn my brain inside out. Luigi stood near the armchair, arms crossed, looking every bit the moral compass that doesn't actually point north. "Bro, do me a huge favor for a while and keep playing the role of Bonnie's boyfriend," Leo said, grin wide and careless.

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