Ace De Luca Novels & Stories

Just as I was about to break his right arm, he was thrown off of me and onto the floor. The glass table shattered upon his impact. It happened so quickly, that my brain was having a difficult time processing what just happened. I turned around, feeling shock, anger, and awe as I saw Ace on top of Blake, repeatedly punching him in the face ***ACE DE LUCA POV *** I’ve officially gone mad. When she told me she was a virgin, I immediately thought she was lying, but her face held no indication of dishonesty. She was a sexual goddess, a queen in every way. She dominates meetings and conferences without fear, intelligent beyond belief, an assassin whos skills match m

The city lights sparkled below as Luca drove into him, one hand wrapped around Adrian’s throat, the other stroking his cock. “They all know now,” Luca growled against his ear, slamming in harder. “They know I chose you. That I would rather burn my legacy than marry Elena Moretti.” Adrian moaned loudly, palms pressed to the glass. Every brutal thrust sent pleasure crashing through him. Luca’s thick cock stretched him open, dragging perfectly against that sensitive spot. “Harder,” Adrian gasped. “Let them hear how much you want me.”

Across from him, Luca Costa paced with a cold smirk, his gun glinting under the flickering lights. "You really thought I would let you win, Adrian?" Luca scoffed, shaking his head. "You were too powerful. Too feared. It was always going to come down to this.” Adrian’s voice was hoarse but steady. “You played your role well. I trusted you.” Luca sneered. “And you were so blinded by loyalty, you didn’t even see it coming.” Adrian coughed, blood trailing down his lip. “What do you want?” Luca’s smile widened. “Everything. Your empire. Your name. And her.”

I push down the rage that bubbles and burns inside me. “George… don’t do anything the pack will pay for. Acheron will get everything he deserves, and more but now is not the time. We have no plan. We do not know who else seeks the title and throne. If you kill him now, we will only end up fighting another, then another, assuming you survive. This needs to be done properly if we are to put Sophia on the throne.” Luca’s predictable level-headed approach pisses me off. I know that what he says makes sense, but come on, he is coming here. There can only be a limited number of his men accompanying him. How much easier of a target does Luca think we will ever get?

I asked, my voice flat, devoid of the cold rage currently clawing at my chest. "Secured, but barely," Alex intervened, his face pale, covered in a light sheen of sweat and soot. "If Luca hadn't arrived with the secondary convoy, we would have lost the entire northern shipment." I stared at the digital map flashing red across the wall monitors. Daniel Costa—the man behind the Ace of Spades moniker—was getting bold. He thought that because I was busy playing the billionaire CEO to the public, my claws had gone dull. He thought the Moretti syndicate was weak.

‘Are you okay little Zaya? Lissa turned to look into the most stunning azure blue eyes she had ever seen, it was like looking into the summer sky, they were so bright and the rest of him was equally stunning. He was gorgeous, his golden skin was flawless, his teeth white and his pale blonde hair was quite long framing his face in soft curls, he looked like a Greek God with the harsh office light shining behind him. He had crouched down to her level and she stared into his eyes mesmerized, like a rabbit caught in headlights. Luca’s eyes roamed over her just as mesmerized with her, she was much more beautiful in the flesh, and desire swept through him pooling in his core, ‘She was perfect’

"I'm the one who's going to make Sierra mine. A disgusting prick like you doesn't deserve her!" Ace's jaw locked hard, his hands balling into tightened fists at his sides. His steely gray eyes were dead and murderous as he stared down at Lucas’s arrogant sneer. "Oh, really? You actually think you're worthy of being hers? After what you did? Selling her father's company out to his worst enemies right behind their backs?" Ace mocked coldly. The cocky smirk instantly melted off Lucas's face. His eyes widened. Panic flashed across his features.

I adamantly stressed, the strain in my voice speaking volumes of my mental state. "Sweety, listen to me. The Lycan Leader informed me, your mate, Einas Raed, has already chosen a Luna. He wanted to make you, his mistress. But I told him they either give you an honorable position, or respectably send you back home. So, they suggested making you the wife and future Luna of the Lycan Heir, Idris Raed. I couldn't find any fault with this arrangement. After all, you spent the best years of your life waiting for your mate, only for him to suggest you become his mistress. So I...accepted it."

"It's what bonds us. What makes you pack." Pack. The word felt foreign on my tongue. I'd never belonged to anything bigger than myself. "There's someone else you should meet," Ace said quietly. "Someone who's been wanting to talk to you." "Who?" "Lucas. My wolf." I blinked. "Your wolf has a name?" "He's not just my wolf. He's part of me. My other half." Ace's expression grew serious. "He's been patient, but he's been wanting to meet you properly since the moment we mated."

What’s out there for him? I’ve heard that Alec’s former Alpha, Alpha Damon at Blood Oak, put his pack under a strict lockdown as soon as his Luna and daughter's car returned. Surely, Alec isn’t stupid enough to think that Isla is still there. Walking back into that pack would be a suicide mission, he can’t be that dense- can he?