Alberto X Luca Novels & Stories

Luca spoke again, his voice like a drawn blade, cold and deadly, "Elena has nothing to do with you anymore. From this moment on, you will address her as Madre Cobella." He scanned all the guests, his gaze finally settling back on Leone with absolute authority and a hint of contempt: "If you dare to offend my wife again, I assure you the name Donovitch will be wiped completely off the map of New York, and indeed the entire underground world. I mean what I say." Leone was stunned by the undisguised killing intent in Luca's words and the overwhelming gap in their power. His face turned deathly pale, his lips trembling, as if he wanted to say something more.

JILLIAN “Who is Carina?” The doctor asked leaning a bit closer. “She is my proof,” I answered confidently. The doctor took his laptop of the bag he has with him and typed things on it. “What is her surname?” I realized I don’t know that I can’t answer. My stepmom’s smirk made me grin. “Suero,” Angelo whispered. “Suero,” I said smirking back to my stepmom. The doctor continued doing whatever he is doing and turn the laptop to me. There are arrays of pictures of woman with the same name on the screen. It’s an online site with tons of users. I pointed at her picture, so the doctor clicked on it.

“You’re sure?” “I saw their men in Barcelona. Wearing the same crest. And they weren’t hiding.” Bianca crossed her arms. “We killed them off after the Salt Rebellion. Father made sure of it.” “No.” Luca held up the photo. “We buried the name. Not the bloodline.” That night, Luca stood alone in the family crypt. Torches lit the stone corridor. Moss grew between the names carved into marble. Moretti. Moretti. Moretti. He stopped at one that read: Elena Lorenzi.

But, Luca kept them as far away from that side of our family ties as possible. Now we had new rivals the Russo’s who are in Italy they are a big name over there, but not as big as ours Gianni and Luca made an alliance almost twenty years ago and it is still going strong to this day. My brothers are the now known mafia kings of our world and those god damn fucking Russo’s would do anything to sabotage us and our reputation in Italy. They want it of us, not a fucking chance they are just wanna be' s. Luca has gave me strict instructions to do a deal with them and if they do not accept our terms, then we are to shoot them dead.

Reina smiled at him, and Xavier introduced the capo to her. “This is Alberto Gonzalez, one of my capos. He handles all of my businesses across Colombia.” “Nice to meet you, Mr. Gonzalez,” Reina said, stretching her hand to him. Alberto took her hand with both of his as he bowed slightly, showing his respect and how honored he was to finally meet her. “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Romano. It's an honor. Please, this way," Alberto said, gesturing ahead with his right hand. Reina nodded and allowed Xavier to guide her way.

34 years old Luca Moretti, is the Santoro crime family’s most feared enforcer, he was tall, heavily muscled, covered in tattoos, with cold dark eyes and a reputation for making problems disappear quietly. He’s violent, dominant, and loyal only to the family. When a high-stakes witness threatens to bring down their empire, Luca is assigned to babysit the witness in a remote safehouse until the trial.

It was good-natured banter, something I hadn’t experienced in the Vitale versus Ferrante conversations. “You knew him, I take it?” I asked Luca as we left the room. Luca nodded. “He was a grade above me. Most of the guys idolized him. It was back then people started calling him la Bestia, before the scar.” Our pace was slow, meandering, allowing us time to talk. Hearing it from another point of view just intensified how horrifically he’d been treated. “Why was he idolized?” I asked, desperate to hear more, to know more about the man who owned me more with each passing day.

They only cared about keeping him alive at any cost. Luciano stepped fully into the room and positioned himself beside me. Together, we stood as a united front against the family. Everyone, except Matteo. Even then, Matteo’s glare was fixed not on me—but on Luciano. “Cesare is a hero, and his care is paramount. I assure you that Doctor B understands and respects this,” Luciano De Luca said, his voice calm but unyielding. This was his Alpha King voice. Final. Absolute. His authority was no longer open for debate.

"Luca, this is Adrian Castellane. His family runs the eastern territories." "Adrian, please." He turned fully to me now, and I felt Damian's hand clench on my waist. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Luca. Any friend of Damian's is... well, I was going to say a friend of mine, but I'm not sure Damian has friends." There was humor in his voice, but also genuine warmth. It threw me off balance. "Nice to meet you," I said, shaking his offered hand. His grip was firm but not aggressive. And when he didn't immediately let go, I felt Damian's entire body go rigid beside me.

“Alaric is back, and he has been causing more trouble lately. If the rumors are correct…” “Alaric and Lucius uniting is not something to allow...” “You know for fact that both of them have been away from our grounds for so long that we didn’t know what they were up to.” Alpha Alessandro said, looking at the woman as she pulled her phone back to put in her pocket. The men looked at one another for a moment before shaking their heads. “He brought his family with him, and it seems to me that they are planning on ‘settling’ for a long while.”