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After Mira fell asleep, Luca sat in the dark kitchen with a butcher knife on the table and his old laptop powered on. He typed a name he hadn’t dared search in weeks: Dante Marchesi. No social media. No business news. No press releases. Just one archived photo in an old article about shipping monopolies. A man in the background, barely visible. Black suit. Cold eyes. Watching something no one else saw. Luca stared at the image, and something in his chest tightened. Not with pain. Not with fear. With certainty. Dante hadn’t disappeared. He’d just stepped into the part of the world where people like him lived—and hunted.

“Luca.” A man Nova had never seen stepped into view. He was extremely tall and broad through the shoulders, dressed entirely in black, with white hair and icy blue eyes that made him impossible to overlook. From the way he appeared without a sound, Nova realized he had been standing just outside the office the entire time. Sadie-Rae stared. “How many people did you bring?” “Enough,” Damian said. Nova’s eyes narrowed. Damian spoke to Luca in Romanian, low and quick. Luca grabbed the injured man beneath the arms and hauled him upright. “What are you doing with him?” Nova asked.

"I've ended my relationship with Davian Ricci." "That's good if it's true," Lucia said.

He yelled out to his Beta through the mind link not even thinking of the fact the poor man would probably be asleep by now. “ Get me Dayna right now!!” He growled immediately he heard his beta’s voice from the other end. Holding his mate firmly in his hands, Lucious’ eyes turned pitch black and with just the blink of an eye, he completely disappeared.

“Not happening.” Luca sighed, shaking his head. “That’s disappointing.” He lifted his glass, taking a slow sip before setting it down. “I wonder… how much is your son worth to you?” Rage burned through Damian’s veins, but he kept his expression neutral. “Careful, Luca.” The other man laughed, amused. “Relax, Cavendish. I’m not Morelli. I don’t kidnap children. But accidents happen… car brakes fail, gas leaks occur…”

I can depend on my friends but they got a life of their own, I needed a professional. It's were Lucca come in, Lucca was a sub, but his Dom was abusive, he broke him mentally and almost killed him a couple of times, he even turned him when his survival chance was fifty fifty. His Dom never showed him any love or care after five years, Lucca was fully self-independent. He killed his own Dom, the pain of the heartbreak made something shift in him again, Lucca is neither a Dom nor a sub, his classification shows he's neutral, the government wanted to kill him, until the vitale stepped in.

my eyes landed on the man who’d put me through so much humiliation. What the hell was Luca doing here? “Patriarch Vasiliev.” Lorenzo’s voice came out tight and hard as his hand clenched at my waist and pulled me closer to his body.

Everyone and their uncles know that to have the Moscow Bratva owe you a favor is like having the key to heaven. The room falls quiet again. I can see the next name forming on their tongues before they even say it. Luca tries anyway. “Then… the Romanos?” I let the name hang in the air for a second, tasting it. Rafael Romano. That smug, prick from Italy. I remember him from the last summit; sharp suits, sharper smile, always acting like the underworld was a fucking boardroom. I’ve read the reports on his operation. Clean, ruthless. But never a coward.

After all, ten million was useless if he fell ill! Author has something to say: Davi: I'm a hardworking OMEGA! Liam: My baby works hard all night~~ chuuu

He could as well tranform into the spitting image of the devil and he still wouldn't be moved. "I want her." Came his earnest reply. Luca only nodded at his words. If he didn't know any better, he'd say that Diavolo was joking but no, he wasn't at all. His boss doesn't mince words. He says them as they come to mind which is a clear indication that he was being as serious as hell.