Alberto X Luca Novels & Stories

"I want to know everything—his name, his connections, and if there are more like him hiding under our noses." Enzo nodded sharply before disappearing down the hall. Minutes later, another one of my men approached me, his expression grim. "We found something." I followed him into a dimly lit room where they had the dead attacker's belongings laid out on the table. Among them was a small, engraved coin. My blood ran cold when I saw it. I picked it up, running my thumb over the familiar symbol—the crest of Vittorio De Luca. Vittorio was one of Xavier Sforza's closest allies. A man my father had done business with for years. A man I knew to be ruthless and greedy. The same man Xavier had been ne

He liked that she was feisty—a woman who knew how to keep him on his toes. He didn't let her get far. He broke into a light jog, cutting her off to stand directly in her path. His sudden movement forced her to come to a dead halt to avoid bumping into him. "I am Luca Santoro," he began, his voice dropping into a smooth, confident cadence. "I work for Luciano Mancini as his primary ally and right-hand man. I earn a six-figure salary and own my own apartment, this car, several properties, and have millions in the bank. Is there anything else you’d like to know about me?"

If Luca used to spend all of his time at work and at home, his daily activities now include dating his sweetheart Tilaine Doukas. The woman is the daughter of a well-known composer and music producer Xander Clay Doukas, and one of the seven grandchildren of the Underground Society's founder, Senior Klimt True Knight dela Vega. Of course, Tilainel was unaware of her late grandfather's previous life, and Luca had no intention of informing her. Even his membership in the organization is something he intends to keep hidden from her.

he said, extending his hand. "I'm Alora," I replied, smiling and taking his hand. "Everyone in the mafia knows the girl who saved the Don's brother." "Really? I didn't know I was famous." "Yes," he replied, winking. "I'm sure your news has gone as far as Congo." I laughed. "Come on, don't be silly." "No, I'm being serious. Your news is everywhere. In the mafia, of course. Don't worry, you have nothing to fear. I'm Luca. Luca Bellini. I'm Dante's cousin. The handsome man in the family."

" Ever heard the name, Stefano De Luca?" I said with a cold smile. " D...Don" Gambino stuttered, dropping to his knees like a deflated balloon, his eyes darted to Luca's tall form and returned to Milo's, his lips trembled when his mind finally processed everything. " Y.. you're not a girl..y.you you're Mi. Milo" In Italy, everyone was familiar with the name, Stefano De Luca, Luca Alvarez, and Milo Montez, the three Death brothers.

No one smiled. At the head of the table… Sat an old man. White hair. Sharp grey eyes. Perfect posture. Even at seventy-eight… His presence commanded absolute respect. Don Vittorio De Luca. Founder of the De Luca Empire. Grandfather of Alessio. The man who built an empire with blood… And protected it with fear. ⸻ He slowly placed a cigar onto the crystal ashtray. His voice remained calm. Too calm. “Who searched the bride?” ⸻

The sight of it stirred something in all of them—hope. As they descended, pack warriors noticed them, and the word spread fast. By the time they reached the edge of the dock, Alexandro himself stepped down from the ship to meet them. His eyes locked onto Edward and Jacob—and then landed on their father. “Lord Alaric,” Alexandro said. “Alpha Alexandro,” the older man replied. There was no tension this time, only shared urgency. “I brought help,” Alaric said. “This is Ysolde.” Alexandro studied her, surprised. “The witch?”

“But you can call me Enzo.” Luca stiffened. That name wasn’t just familiar. It was legendary. Lorenzo De Luca wasn’t a rival. He was an investor. A kingmaker. A man who sat above the game, pulling strings while others spilled blood. Dante exhaled slowly. “Let me guess,” he said. “You sent the Russian?” Enzo tilted his head. “I wanted to see what you’d do.” Luca clenched his jaw. “You tried to have me killed as a test?”

Lin showed up just behind me. "Common! You also got fooled! That is Luca. He is Jericho's direct younger brother. You see the semblance… They are from the same mother. Sir Alfonso dotes on them. Their mother was his first wife. I don't know much about her death," Lin supplied. “A lot of people turned up,” I said, looking around in a bid to change the topic. I was still embarrassed. “Are they all Alfonso’s?” I asked “That’s Francesco,” Lin supplied, pointing at another brunette man who was seated on a chair, talking to a woman.

Damn it, why on earth was she staring at another Sandro? "He's Alessandro Rocco De Luca the first. The first of his name and the person from whom the sin originated in the De Luca household," Clarisse explained. "He looks just like Sandro," Arabella marveled. She'd noticed how she and Alessia bore a striking resemblance. Yet, anyone who truly knew them could easily tell them apart. It wasn't just about their style or the way they carried themselves.