Alberto Luca Character Novels & Stories

“The enemy werewolves will not give up easily. We must be prepared for whatever comes next.” The pack nodded in agreement, and Ulrich could sense their determination. They were ready to fight for their territory, no matter the cost. As they made their way back to their den, Ulrich couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. She knew that this conflict was far from over, and that there would be more battles to come. But for now, she would rest and prepare for the next challenge. She was the Alpha, and she would do whatever it takes to protect her pack and her people.

A picture of him watching a movie, a picture of him eating, and many others of him having dinner with the ruthless Don of Italy. I stare in shock, forgetting the relief that came with the fact that Jace is alive. The great problem is that his location is a den where no one dares to tread. He is being held hostage, and getting him out of there will require a lot of work. Just what has Jace gotten himself into? Even though the organization has carried out many heists for years. We know better than to never mess with the De Luca family (Lucado). Everyone in that family is psychotic and ruthless. Cold blood runs down their veins. They lack humanity and empathy.

I cleared my throat to announce my presence. He turned around and threw his hands up when he saw me. “There's my favorite girl! Come on, have a seat” My face remained impassive. Antonio DeLuca was a bald middle aged man with a powerful build who would never take no for an answer. “What do you want, Antonio?” He chuckled, his voice gruff. “Always straight to business. I like that” He pulled out a file and handed it to me. I opened it and took out a photograph.

She did not want to feel indebted to Dora nor her mother. “Fine,” don Alberto raised his hands above, indicating that he had dropped the matter. He left for the living room as well. Paul excused the couple so they could have their privacy. Isabella realized that Luciano was quiet the whole time. In fact, his face was blank. She wondered what was going on in his mind. Was he going to argue with her as well? “I know my father is not a good person, but he is not a killer, and I’m sure of that.”

Lorenzo I watched as Lucia ran upstairs to her bedroom and shut the door with a loud bang. She does have a temper. That one. I knew she wasn’t going to take the news of us getting married, smiling, but then her outburst, I didn’t expect. I turned as the security system at the front door pinged indicating someone’s arrival. A smile curled up my lips as Matteo my right hand man walked in wearing a tuxedo. “Look at you looking all responsible,” I teased.

If Grace was anything, it was loyal to a fault… just not to me. “Agreed, but Alphonso Romano claimed his niece was killed over three years ago. His evidence was a three-year-old street surveillance footage with a gun pressed to her temple,” Luca responded. Silence lingered, and we all knew what surveillance Alphonso got his hands on. “By you, Luciano.” It was the footage from that day when I pulled a trigger on her. When I ignored her pleas and watched her tear freeze on her cheek, right along with my heart. “I’m sure you can appreciate the discrepancy in the story.”

I stopped right in my tracks. Luca was waiting for me under the long stone walkway. He was not pacing around. He was not looking angry anymore. He was just leaning against a big brick pillar. His hands were pushed deep into his dark jacket pockets. He looked very tired. He looked down at his shoes. I took a deep breath of the cool air. I walked right up to him. "Hi," I said softly. Luca looked up at me. His dark eyes were very sad. "Are you done talking to her?" Luca asked. His voice was low and quiet.

Luca’s eyes narrowed, ‘You are not Mafia, it was too easy for us to walk in here which means you have a brother or a father or both’ Alessandro did not meet his eyes, ‘Kill them’ Luca commanded and his men shot his two close friends Mateo and Alfonso who had been visiting him, Alessandro jumped to his feet, ‘No, no, please don’t kill these people none of them have Mafia links. Please’ He turned to Luca and begged, Luca lifted his gun and pointed it at a young girl, the daughter of one of his staff, ‘Give them up or they will all die’

And let me quickly remind us of their names again: Bruno the ice king Lorenzo the tall man Matador the blacksmith Alarico the balancer accountant Gennado the old wolf Salvatore the ghost money laundering Gravino the cleaner Edorado the fixer political elite ***************************************************** “How dare you look down on my wife?” Luca snapped, his voice cutting sharply through the soft music of the luxury mall. His glare was venomous, his posture rigid with wounded pride. “You’d better watch your mouth.” Rosa didn’t flinch. She stepped forward instead, looping her arm possessively through his. Her lips curved into a slow, disdainful smile as she looked the women up and down,

"What do you see?" "That person. That figure in the shadows." Luca's hand is shaking as he points at the screen. "I know who that is." "Who?" Luca swallows hard, his mind rejecting what his eyes are telling him. Because it can't be true. It's impossible. He's dead. They all saw the video. They know what happened. But the profile on the screen, the way the person moves, the familiar tilt of the head, it's unmistakable. "It's Matteo," Luca says, his voice barely audible. "That's my brother."