Dva Lucio Novels & Stories

Lana Lucifer doesn’t say a word as we make our way back to my cabin, which gives me the chance to really take a good look at him. It has been weeks since I saw him, and my eyes are soaking in every inch of his masculine frame. His silky, dark hair is curled back in a trendy style, with the front being longer than the back, his dark eyes are shadowed by his long lashes, and his pouty lips are as luscious as I remember. If I had to categorize Lucifer, I’d say he’s a pretty boy with his Roman nose, high cheekbones and youthful features. Though his face may look young, his body is all man. At a couple of inches over six feet, he’s quite the specimen with his swimmer’s build and powerful aura. Hi

the man blurted and tilted his body backwards as he feared what Luciano might do to him with the knife. Luciano was taken aback by the revelation. "Don Fenyo?" Fenyo Valdez is the head of the Valdez cartel in Mexico, he and Gustavo had never crossed paths before. So how the fuck did he know about their shipments? And why did he sabotage it, what's his fucking deal?

He clutched his head with both hands, shivering as he wailed, "I don't want to die… I can't die… My daughter is still so young… My mother… only has me…" Lucius watched in silence as he broke down. When the sobs began to fade, he finally spoke. "Director Miller, I can help you." Danny jerked upright, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Lucius. "You? How can you help me? You're just an assistant…" "Assistant?" Lucius smiled. There was no fear in it, only composure and quiet pride. "Let me introduce myself properly. My name is Victor. I'm a senior agent in Section Three of the Faranthia Intelligence Agency."

Luciana woke up agitated after dreaming about Diego, who was the love of her life. For five years she had stopped sleeping, and although she often used sleeping pills, she did not want to depend on them. Diego had been her boyfriend since university, she had met him on the first day, he was the handsome, athletic type, with a beautiful smile and all women and even some men were in love with him, but Diego was different from the athletes whom She was used to dealing with him, he was attentive, affectionate, a gentleman, when he started asking her out she thought it was just a facade, but it wasn't like that, he was transparent, so much so that he fell in love with her after finishing universi

“That devil incarnate ... .I swear Lucas, he's the worst. He still wants to play his twisted games even now, control everything..I despise him.” Her anger was more than justified as I felt the exact same way. It irritated me that I never really looked into someone I claimed to know personally, especially now that it's literally blowing up in my face and causing Lucia such pain.. He was stirring up trouble again…finish what he started but not this time. “Your feelings are valid but trust me, you won't have to deal with him alone. I'll handle it - the media, implications…all of it.” “Thanks for offering but you can't possibly handle him for me. He ruined years of my life…made me feel worthless

luciano we sat around the conference room, in the Vitale skyrise building, the entire Manhattan view stretching on the west wall. The meeting was with the top members of the Columbian crime organization. There were only two of them along with Cassio and myself. We had to keep it low and under the radar. I sent everyone home and ensured there was nobody around to bear witness to this. Luca had ensured that; there was nobody better than him at ensuring people were invisible and things remained unseen. It was Luca’s forté.

The scandal is gone, replaced by a heartwarming story of twins and old friends. "In fact," Lucien continues, taking my hand and holding it up for all to see, the diamond catching the light. "I am the luckiest man in the world tonight. My fiancée, Alora, and I are simply thrilled to have our family and friends here to celebrate our future." His eyes searches for mine as he leans in, his forehead resting against mine. "See?" he whispers. "I’ve took care of it. You're a Vale now.” I stare at him, my mind a chaotic mess of gratitude and terror. He thinks he has saved me. He thinks he put the world back in its place.

“Do you even know who I am?” “Yes,” I hissed. “And soon the whole world will. Your empire will burn when the police knock on your door.” He chuckled slowly. “Have you ever heard the name Luciano De Rossi?” The air in the room shifted. That name—Luciano De Rossi—was the name Davin had spent his life running from. The name behind every sleepless night, every gunshot that echoed through our walls. “I’m Luciano De Rossi,” he said simply. “Your beloved husband’s greatest nemesis.”

“Ms. Green,” I looked up from my computer immediately after hearing Mr. Mávros’, my boss’ voice. He didn’t even wait for my response because before I could speak, “I need the Milan files at seven a.m. tomorrow.” Mr. Devin Carlo Mávros, also known as the Devil, has been my boss for three years, and as his P.A., I knew better than to make reasons with him, but not tonight. I have a date.

“You’re getting exactly what you deserve. I hope you remember every day how you destroyed lives because of your jealousy. And I hope it eats away at you.” Without another word, Luciano turned and walked away. He didn’t look back as Dora’s cries echoed behind him. His mind was already focused on what mattered—his family, his future with Isabella, and the memory of Paul.