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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.

she asked after a sigh. She was sure that she won’t stop so she might as well pretend to be curious. She put down the magazine again and looked at where her friend’s eyes were. "It's the elusive, immensely hot and extremely rich playboy, Luke Contrero! The man one wearing a pair of blue board shorts and has a mouth-watering six-pack!” Joyce replied as she stared at the subject of her interest.

He makes to unlock his door but I stop him. "Mr. De Luca?". He turns back to me. "What's your name? I'd like to address you by your first name?". A smirk appears on his face. "It's quite peculiar that you claim to be a business graduate and yet you know nothing about the business world. Or else you'd know my name for sure, Vanessa". I make to interject but he quickly continues. "The name is Damien. Damien De Luca". And he climbs out of the car.

The same man who wanted nothing more than to ruin and see me dead… “Miss De Luca,” Giovanni D’Angelo greeted, his lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. “What a lovely surprise.” I stood still, heart pounding. What the hell was he doing here? “You…” “Do come in. I do believe that we have our meeting to start with…”

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.

No interference on the channel. Damon Moreau stood inside his penthouse, framed by floor to ceiling windows, speaking into his phone. Thirty-three years old. Tech billionaire. CEO of Moreau Innovations. Untouchable. Until tonight. Luca had done this hundreds of times. He didn’t think about faces or memorize eyes. He treated targets like coordinates. In. Execute. Out. That was the contract. Adrian’s voice crackled softly in his earpiece. “Confirm visual.” “I have him.”

I positioned my laptop in a way that Luciano could see my ass and how dripping soaked I was for him. Perhaps this would change his mind and make him fly down here on time. "Fuck! So wet for me." He murmured as I wanted. I laid on the bed and spread my legs so wide for him to see clearly, my head resting on the pillow. "Now touch those wet walls for me." Luciano commanded as he took his cock in his hand. "Yes Daddy." I moaned as I stretched my tongue out, making a licking gesture like I had his cock in my mouth.

"I'm starting with the person who held Luca the longest. According to the auction records I hacked, that would be Alessandro Ricci. Italian national, currently based in Prague." The name alone made Dante's blood run cold. "Show me everything you have on him." Elena clicked through several documents. "Ricci works directly for Viktor but operates independently. He's been in the trafficking business for twelve years. Specializes in what they call 'training,' which is....." "I know what it means." Dante's voice came out flat. "Where in Prague?" "I'm working on it. His security is tight, but I'll find him." Elena closed her laptop. "Dante, once you start this, there's no going back. Viktor will r

Morning came and Luca slowly opened his eyes, he had tried his hardest to resist the urge to sleep but unfortunately he had underestimated how exhausted he truly was but now that he had rested, he felt a lot better. His eyes scanned around the room and as they landed on the vacant bed, Panic set in, he pushed himself off the chair and almost fell, as his eyes began frantically searching through the room till he saw Damian, Standing in front of one of the windows and looking down at city, He let out a sigh of relief.

I blurted, shocked even though I had anticipated it. “Are you sure?” Cara grunted, leaning forward as well. Dave turned the laptop towards Cara and me. “His name is Luca Santos. A drunk and abusive husband and father. Over eleven months ago, he disappeared but he didn’t just disappear, he is currently living in a different pack, under a different name. Marco Santos. But he is working for someone, or rather, under the protection of someone.” Dave recited. “Wait, you knew all this just from the video I sent?” I rasped, confusion, disbelief spreading all over my face.