Luigi Rosalina Novels & Stories

Emilia couldn’t help but smile softly, leaning down to press a tender kiss to his forehead before quietly leaving the room. There were things she needed to confirm with Matthew—questions about the ambush. As Emilia descended the stairs, she caught the sound of Louis's voice. Louis, Matthew’s right-hand man and a technological expert within his organization, seemed to be discussing something important. When Louis noticed her, a flicker of surprise crossed his face, but he quickly fell silent. "Continue," Matthew’s voice cut through the moment, commanding and calm.

I shifted slightly in my seat and nodded, then felt foolish since he was focused on the road rather than me. "I adore Italian cuisine. It’s a personal favorite." I noticed something burning within the dark depths of his eyes, despite their steely appearance. The silence fell again as he stared forward. “Sylvio.” He whispered my last name. “Portuguese?” I was surprised he had guessed correctly. Or had he? I had no doubt he had looked me up if he was a professional criminal—or in the mafia. “Yes.” I ran my hands up and down my thighs, smoothing them.

Then he continued. “Ladies and gentlemen, without wasting any more time, let us welcome the heirs of the Romano empire, Alpha Lorenzo! Alpha Leonardo! and also their new Lunas Adalina Costa! and Amara Costa!”. At this the crowd stood up for a standing ovation as the two Alphas and their Lunas climbed upstage. As Leonardo and I climbed upstage with our Lunas accompanying us, I suddenly caught a very strong female scent. The scent was so strong that it filled my nostrils and made me pant so heavily.

“Marry me Giselle.” He breathes into my neck. “I can't, you belong to another Romero.” I whisper. Giselle Gilmore, a girl whose past has been turned upside down in a life of crime and violence gets involved with Romero De La Rosa, the most feared and powerful Mafia Lord and becomes too attached to his daughter Lauryn De La Rosa. When she gets a chance to reunite with the family, a long time family alliance made with another Mafia family engaging Romero De La Rosa to another woman in marriage appears and any bridge of the arrangement will lead to the biggest war ever witnessed in the underworld. Will Romero De La Rosa bend backwards to the underworld rule or will he fight for his love.

Then I turned and looked at Luigi, who had been watching me the whole time. "Red roses look great," I said softly. His fingers holding the cigarette trembled a little. Ash fell onto his shirt, burning a small hole through the fabric. As he took in my smile, the fear in his heart intensified. He would rather see me lose control, rushing up to stab Irina twice, than see me in this state. Late that night, the drug took effect. Luigi fell into a deep sleep. I rose quietly, slipping into the study like a ghost. The massive safe glinted coldly in the dark. I entered the password, which was my birthday.

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

Michelin-starred chefs catered for the event, serving delicacies with the finest cutlery. But Alessia couldn’t care less about the grandeur. She only cared about the food. A shameless glutton, she delighted in sneaking snacks and raiding the pantry at night. The cook adored her for it, always indulging her cravings with a knowing smile. Scanning the room, she spotted her mother, Rosa, deep in conversation with other Mafia wives. Rosa Rossini was a vision in a midnight sequined gown that complemented her honey-coloured eyes and obsidian hair. She was breathtaking, a living masterpiece. Alessia often caught herself wondering if she would ever match her mother’s elegance.

Suddenly, we both snapped out of it when Layla tapped him on the shoulder. "So this is your mate? Ha!" Layla Laughed out. I felt my blood start to boil. May was extremely pissed. I turned to look at Max, who was staring at Layla. "You really think SHE would make a good Luna? Look at her! She's a child! And a hidious one, at that." I clenched my fists. Who does she think she is? This woman knows absolutely nothing about me, yet she already hates me because Wyatt is my mate.

The next morning, Corleone came home carrying Lilia's favorite rose perfume on him. In his hand was my favorite apple pie, his deep eyes filled with affection. "Eat it while it's still warm. I made a special trip to the Hillsbalt to buy it." I lowered my gaze. Just ten minutes earlier, Lilia had posted a new story of her and a man in bed on Instagram. Though neither of their faces was visible, the blooming rose tattoo on the man's chest clearly identified him as Corleone.

I'll have Luisa whip something up for you before you leave for work again. ‘I will have what you are eating,’ Ariana answered with a smile. Audrey turns to the cook. ‘Luisa, prepara velocemente Gnocchi e Fiorentina per Ariana.’ ‘Si, signora,’ Luisa bowed a little and walked into the kitchen. While Ariana waits for Luisa to finish preparing her meal, she and her mother continue to discuss themselves. ‘Have you and Giovanni decided when you'd be holding your wedding?’ Audrey suddenly asked. ‘I know you are adamant about waiting for Salvatore to find someone so you can have a double wedding, but it doesn't seem like he is ready to settle down.