Alberto X Luca Novels & Stories

Chapter 54 [ITALY] The Mafia's resident. SLAM!! LUCA slammed down his hand heavily on his oak wooden table and Fabian flinch in front of him trembling in fear "What did you just said" Luca Roberto Gonzalez the Don, the owner of the Lucarians, the ruling mafia clan is Italy and also the father of Trevor. He is seated leg crossed on the other on his swivel chair inside of his office with his assistant standing in front of him. His face is twisted in a frown,lips tight but however he still look handsome and young.

Luca Martinelli was the fucking boogeyman. "Bloody smart idiot," I grumbled under my breath as I gave up looking for any information on him. From what I saw on Antonio's search, he was the Don of the Martinelli familia. The biggest crime family of the Italian, Russian, and Mexican mafias. I didn't want to admit but I was impressed. Luca covered his tracks well, making it seem like the Martinelli familia fell after Antonio's sudden disappearance. I sighed, having seen enough, and closed all tabs, removing everything from the search history too.

Luca looked Alessandro directly in the eyes. "We're next." Alessandro's face remained unreadable. Luca stepped closer. "We still have time." "If we work together..." "We can stop Lorenzo." Alessandro blinked. Then to Luca's surprise he laughed. Not loudly. Just enough to make Luca's jaw tighten. "You think this is funny?" Luca asked coldly. Alessandro shook his head. "No." "I think you're terrified." The smile lingering on his face only fueled Luca's anger. Alessandro folded his arms carefully, mindful of his healing shoulder.

“That’s the point.” By midday, the house had turned into something more than a home. The courtyard was cleared out, taken over by Thomas and two of his most trusted men—Santo and Luca—who now stood across from Alba with arms folded, faces unreadable. “Your posture’s too defensive,” Luca said, watching as she adjusted her stance. “You’re supposed to look open. Like you’re a gift to be unwrapped, not a threat to be dodged.” “But I am a threat,” Alba shot back. Luca cracked a grin. “Yes but he can’t know that, not yet.”

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,

Bottles clinked as he poured two glasses of red. “Sit down. Let’s have a drink and talk like civilized men.” “That’s not what I asked.” My hands flexed at my sides. He slid one glass toward me anyway. “I work for no one,” he said, taking a slow sip. “I am Carlo De Luca. The only surviving son of Don Alessandro De Luca.” “What the hell does that have to do with me?” “Bruce owes me.” He took another sip, eyes locked on mine. “I’ve been hunting everyone who had a hand in killing my family. Bruce was one of them.”

Marco put the route logistics aside and opened a different search. Luca Romano. It took him twenty minutes to find out that much, that the name attached to the face was Luca, the Don's older brother, gone from the family twenty-three years ago under circumstances the public record described briefly as a personal matter. No death notice that he could find. No address after a property record from nineteen years ago in a city three states away, and then nothing.

She explained what he looked like and honestly the description matched him to a T except for the bag she said he was carrying on his back. “ I know who he is, can you describe the bag he had??” Asking this I hear growling from the background from my grandpa. “ hey can you put grandpa on the phone?” Hearing a ruffling sound “ hello?” “ Why didn’t you help him?” “ He stunk of this man that attacked your father years ago way before he met your mother, he got away but not before your father ripped off his left arm. Luca was only 17 at the time so I wasn’t too angry that he got away. He never showed his face after that so I never pressured him into tracking him down and finishing the job.” He gru

, Antonio said "Just take it as,,I'm good at what I do", Luca winked. Antonio scoffed earning a chuckle from Luca. Luca started scrolling through the pictures and videos until Antonio held his hand to stop him. "Go back to the last picture", Antonio said Luca did that without saying anything. "Do they know each other", Antonio asked referring to Lucius and Romero. "Yes but it seems Lucius is only but a pawn in Romero's game. I have a feeling Romero will remove Lucius from the way when he's done with him", Luca said

And for a moment, everyone went quiet. I turned just as the doors opened again. Dominic Salvatore entered first. Alpha. Commanding. Unmistakable. At his side walked Aria Salvatore, his Luna, his wife, and lover… she was also the mother of his child. Her head was held high, her presence effortless, as if she had always belonged at his side. Whispers followed them, some admiring, some resentful. Luna Isobel’s lips thinned. “The woman who was sold as a slave,” she muttered coolly, “now standing as Head Luna. A slave who became the Alpha’s wife.”