Novel & Cerita Ace De Luca

I spoke lowly, my accent showing, and I rubbed her back with my other hand. "Y-yes, I've learned my lesson, Daddy." I smirked at her little pet name for me, and yes, it turned me on; I pulled her up from my lap and pulled her dress down, covering her bruised ass. She could barely stand, but it was what Cassandra deserved for disrespecting me countless times. She didn't know what she was in for tonight. I didn't have females in my mafia, actually, and I needed someone to seduce Logan De Luca.

He was talking with his father, their tones hushed but serious. I crept closer, staying in the shadows near the doorway, just out of sight. “It’s only a matter of time before Ace tries something bigger,” Luca’s father said. His voice was heavy with concern. “He won’t stop until we’re destroyed.” “I know,” Luca replied, his tone calm and measured as always. “But I’m working on it. We’re already one step ahead. Helena is just a pawn, and I have someone who can dismantle her completely.” I felt a strange pang in my chest. That someone was me.

Luca asks beating me to it. "He's a fucking Fae"

" I did not get to see my gal." When I said this I heard Adamo laugh while Luca just went back to reading his magazine. It's because he is presumably still a abecedarian, so he does not understand what it's like to love someone. " Do not worry bro, you will be out soon and also you can see her as much as you want." I narrowed my eyes at Adamo when he wriggled his eyebrows at me suggestively, before I ultimately just shook my head.

Charity yelled and I turned to her, she looked baffled and scared. She pointed at the man. “This is the Lycan King.” I freeze for a second, then burst into laughter. “Come on, that’s not him. The lycan king will probably be at his castle right now.” Charity shook her head, disbelief in her eyes. “That’s him, he’s the only one with silver hair.” I look back at the man on my bed. No way, Charity must be mistaken. I did not pick up the Lycan king and bring him to my house.

I said. Beneath my photo, small white text. Lucia De Luca. Female. 23 years old. Blood type A. Height 160 cm. Weight 80 kg. Status: Wanted alive. Price: $500,000. I read it again. Wanted alive. Price: $500,000. "That's not all," Alexandro said. He scrolled down. A list of my organs, separated, one by one. I covered my mouth with both hands. "I don't want to see this, Ale. Please."

“She hasn’t laughed like that with you.” “I know. Don't rub salt on my wound or I'll send you off to a dangerous mission” Luca pause his lips and keep quite Alec leaned forward, elbows on the table, listening. Not talking over her. Not directing the room. Adrian’s jaw tightened. That is what he fears the most, he is nothing like him and it bothers him because he is everything she wants. Peace, love, emotion, stability and safety. “He’s doing nothing wrong,” Luca said carefully.

If I wanted answers—real answers—I’d have to get close to Luca. Luca Del Vecchio. His name had been whispered in every corner of this city—the billionaire who threw extravagant charity galas by day and ran the city’s underworld by night. No one said it outright, of course. You didn’t accuse Luca of anything if you wanted to live to see the sunrise.

Ace whispered in her ears. “Luca” She stepped up to her husband to get his attention “Don’t allow him to spoil your mood. I’m sorry I let him talk to me” She apologized. “It’s not your fault, princess. He should be the one to control himself and not you” Luca spat. “I will handle it from here” Luca told Ace and Maverick and both men disappeared once again. “Come on, the event is about to start. Let’s find our seats” Luca told her when Ricardo was sighted at the top of the podium with a mic in his hand.

Luca did not want to be reminded of that. "I belong to the First Prince of Damaris, Luca Beaumont. Otherwise known as grumpy-dumpty, or the widower of Beaumont castle. He is possessive and drinks a hundred jars of vinegar a day. And is very very handsome. What more could I want?" Arlen's flirting lessons paid off. Luca's moody aura died down. He didn't fuss when the omega pinched his cheeks...or stroked his damp hair...and kissed the corners of his mouth.