Novel & Cerita Alberto Luca Character

Alpha Leonardo fingers brushed my hair. He whiffed. “This is the perfect idea. Sophia will be grateful for that.” His lips pressed against my forehead. Breaking off, he reached for Vogar, lifting and throwing him over his shoulder. Alpha Leonardo’s fingers locked with mine. We stormed out of the warehouse. The sun had already set. The cold breeze lashed my exposed skin as I entered the car, Lucy had left outside. After Alpha Leonardo was able to identify it among others. Alpha Leonardo fixed Vogar in the booth of the car, locking him in.

She told him again. " I'm Matteo De Luca. He's my brother, Lorenzo De Luca. " He smiled. " I'm Barbie Castillo. Nice to meet you. Thanks for your help once again. I must say, you're an amazing fighter. " She smiled and extended her hand. " Can I drop you? I can see it's not your taste. " Matteo ran his gaze around. " Well! You're right. I'll manage. It's New York. " She took her hand back when he shoved his hand in his pockets, his guard held the coat and turned behind to leave.

Luca forced him to sit down on the couch and talk to us. I sat on the opposite side and cleared my throat. "Are you ready to listen now?". He glares, and Luca squeezes his shoulder again to shut him up. "That fucking hurts!". Luca glared at him, "It'll hurt even more if you keep avoiding us.". He then sat next to me. "Well then, allow me to introduce myself properly. I'm Luca Alistair, a detective. This person next to me is Leo Asra your brother, Tai's boss". His eyes widened a bit when he heard his brother's name.

He demanded, trying as much as possible to hide the panic I had already spotted, rearing its ugly head and destroying his ego. “I mean,” Luca said, leaning in to whisper in his ear, loud enough for me to hear, “I’m a part of Damon Vyon’s criminal circle, now.” “An ally to your sworn enemy,” he added, smirking. “How does that feel? Huh?!” Sworn enemy? What the heck were these two on about? Before Aldo could recover from his shock and say any more words, Luca had already breezed out of the office, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Are you okay, Alora? What is even wrong with you? Why would you run around in just a towel in a house filled with men?" I shrank backward as his voice rose at the end. What? Is he blaming me? It’s Dante’s fault! But I didn’t tell him that. No, I’m not going to tell anyone that I spent the night in their boss’s room. I don’t want the little bit of hatred they have for me to multiply. "Who is that man?" I asked Luca, trying to steer the conversation away from my attire and also satisfy my curiosity. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "He is someone you shouldn’t worry about, Alora. I’m sure he’ll be out of here in a few weeks. He’s always on missions. He’s one of the best assassins i

It didn’t look like anything I hadn’t seen before, but the last name caught my attention. Allen. He didn’t have any picture or information. His folder was just blank. “Mhmhm,” A voice came from behind me. I turned around fully confident that it was Ken. But as luck would have it, Dante was standing by the door looking furious. “D-Dante, I mean sir. Ugh, I was just- uhm.” I couldn’t even get my words out. “Who gave you permission to touch my stuff, young Luca?” “No one! No one permitted me, I was just cu-”

Toward my brother. "Alessandro—" "Don't." He didn't look up. "Not right now Matteo." Across the table Luca did the thing I had not anticipated. He stood up. Slowly, with his burned hands hanging at his sides and the candlelight catching the exhaustion he usually kept buried underneath everything else, and he looked at my brother with something stripped of all performance.

I heard a male sexy voice. " It's okay. She's just a kid. " I said and looked up. I found myself unable to speak as I looked in his eyes. His lips were curved into a small smile, making him more gorgeous. Warmth spread through my entire body as I found his green eyes on me. Oh god! Please tell me he's not married. " She's my sister, Thea. " Alisa smiled. His eyes were already on me. He extended his hand, " Luca Guerrero. " He softly said, pulling his hand out.

"But believe me, I didn't betray you. We can't undo the past, but we can shape the future if we work together." As his words continued to reverberate within the space, a transformation seemed to unfurl before me. Antonio's identity emerged, an intricate mosaic of lineage and legacy. His voice, infused with a potent mixture of authority and ancestral lineage, resonated like the echoes of a distant storm. He unveiled himself as Antonio Rico Luca, the descendant of Luca Osvaldo, a figure shrouded in the mystique of a Dark Angel of merciless Deaths. The weight of his lineage bore down upon his declaration, an assertion of power and consequence that sent ripples of apprehension through me.