Luigi Movie Novels & Stories

Leo and the old woman flailed for dignity—covering faces, smoothing ruined collars—but the damage had been drawn in light. "Isn't that Leonardo Lionetti?" someone gasped. "Why's he with Mrs. Herrington?" "She's over fifty! Talk about robbing the cradle!" "How's that guy going to talk his way out of this?" "His company really has no chance now." "By morning everyone will know," Luigi said into the phone, voice a calm blade. I let myself smile—a slow, satisfied thing. "That's the goal. I'll come see you now so drive down the street a bit."

“It’s not my fault! I didn’t know who we were taking. You told me to keep the bitch happy, so when she said we needed to get rid of the woman sleeping on the top floor, we did!” “You don’t think that the bastard will put two and two together now? You don’t think that he will realise that it was us who has been foiling his deals lately? This will lead to the war that we are not yet ready for.” Luigi stood up and faced Lorenzo, spittle flying from his mouth as he shouted angrily, switching between English and Italian. I looked between Lorenzo and Luigi, shrinking back into the chair as much as I could, hoping that they would just kill each other and get it over with.

he said, tilting his head as if coaxing me into saying yes. “Like a N*****x date?” I raised an eyebrow. “Call it what you want,” Luigi shrugged. “I don’t know,” I teased. “Do I get to pick the movie since it’s my apartment and my TV remote?” “Yeah, I suppose,” he conceded with a mock sigh. “Since I picked the last one. But you’re not picking a horror film that makes you scream like a freaking banshee and nearly knee me in the balls.” I busted out laughing, the memory of that night flooding back. Poor Luigi and his franks and beans. I thought he was going to pass out.

has almost become a decade. As I walked down the stairs, I noticed Luigi sitting on the large L-shaped sofa facing the fireplace. He sat with his head bowed and his signature hat on his head. When he sensed my presence, he immediately looked up. “Carlo,” he said, standing up a little. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying, and everyone knew Luigi was not a crier. For generations, he had served as the family’s henchman, and he was popularly known as the Viper and the man who could never die.

There was a phone booth nearby, and he slipped inside to call Walsh. The call went through at last, to his utmost relief. “It’s me, Matteo. My wife and I are in Philadelphia right now, Walsh. Luigi and his men were following me around the place. Luigi is alive and is back for revenge. My wife is at her brother’s house while I had just stepped out,” he rambled on breathlessly. “I thought as much. Luigi’s death was staged. Give me your location and I’ll send a team from our Ohio headquarters.”

"Do you think the sound of human bones getting crushed would be satisfying?" After the rival faction got the intel that I leaked, they found the holes in Luigi's security. On a rainy afternoon, the convoy was ambushed on the way to the dock. A rocket projectile had slammed into the lead vehicle, flipping it over. Then gunfire erupted instantly. "Get down!" Luigi roared, pressing my head down and pinning me beneath him. His bodyguards returned fire. Bullets shattered the glass, sending shards flying everywhere. I stayed in his arms, watching the commotion coldly. As his devoted wife, I didn't escape amidst the gunfire but watched him bleed, like an observer.

luciano we sat around the conference room, in the Vitale skyrise building, the entire Manhattan view stretching on the west wall. The meeting was with the top members of the Columbian crime organization. There were only two of them along with Cassio and myself. We had to keep it low and under the radar. I sent everyone home and ensured there was nobody around to bear witness to this. Luca had ensured that; there was nobody better than him at ensuring people were invisible and things remained unseen. It was Luca’s forté.

I'm selling you off to the De Luca's as the sacrificial lamb now do your path to make sure the family is safe. "Bastard" The next thing I knew I was in Lorenzo's mansion, locked in a room, surrounded by all the luxury I could t get as a Moretti but I still felt betrayed, Then the door open, and Lorenzo walked in, standing in front of me like a god carved from violence, his cold dark eyes raking over me, like he was trying to savour his prey. "Strip" he commanded. "W..... What?" I croaked. Every damn man I had met since I met this family has been asking me to strip. I guess it's there way of reminding me that I was nothing but a lap dog.

I remarked to Louis a few minutes later in the kitchen after leaving the kids watching Moana. "Maybe because it's not the first time I've seen it,” he said shrugging as if nothing had happened. "What can I tell you? I like animated movies.” And I believed him. Louis was an extreme cinephile. I still had to ask him when he watched movies if his work took up a lot of his time. Perhaps it occurred in the space of ending with one woman and starting with another. “Are our plans still in place?” He asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

What a stupid move! "You..." Just before Luigi could utter more nonsense, Mario, for once showing some intelligence, extended his hand, urging him to stop. "What's the task?" "So, you're interested, huh?" I chuckled, putting my drink down and grabbing my cigarette, lighting it up as I placed it between my lips, taking a drag. I needed to remain calm to keep myself composed and not end up beating the daylights out of these two—I just couldn’t stand their faces. So unattractive and disheveled. I despised ugly things, whether human or otherwise.