A Bride For The Mafia Lord

Luigi Santoro stared at the stone cold bodies of Lukas and Anita, rage and grief struggling for dominance on his perfect features, his fist clenched tightly and his knuckles, a pale shade of white from the blood loss.

They definitely had not been the best of siblings. Yet, Lukas had been the best there could be for him. Despite his love for painting and art, he had sacrificed that passion to become the next capo after his father because he knew his little brother, Luigi, had wanted no part in it.

 “Master, the investigation and forensic teams are here, I can stay with them while they do the proper analysis.” A man cloaked in an all dark outfit entered the room with a slight bow, his words left hanging in the air as Luigi made no show of hearing. Until ten minutes later.

“This is murder, Kale, and I would get to the end of it no matter what the forensic and investigation brings here.” He said sternly before leaving the room. Lukas would never commit suicide. Not with his twins being not more than two years and some months.

From the cut and scene, he could tell this had been made to look like suicide, but working in the mafia meant your heart was already made of steel. Lukas was too tough to commit suicide with Anita.

Luigi was the younger son of Leonard, the late man had been the head of all the mafia syndicates home and abroad and his death had been a rebellious act of some of his strong subordinates. Lukas had done right by sharing the power while still retaining enough authority to not be disregarded.

Yet, he was laying there with his wife in his own blood. Luigi sighed as he left the room passing by the team of doctors and investigators that he could already guess what they were going to say.