Luca And Alberto Ship Novels & Stories

I try yelling but nothing comes out! They lift me up holding me into the air, I feel something cold wrap around my wrist and angels. Letting me go I slump over with my arms getting tugged uncomfortably in the air above me. I whimper as my eyes roll in the back of my head bringing the darkness back. Luca POV “ Take me to Alice, Elise!” “ I’m sorry sir but like I’ve said before he’s my mate I can’t stab him in the back like that.” “ or I can just kill you right now and save him the trouble.”

I could feel the weight of their gazes on me—Nikolai’s steady, Luca’s knowing, Nadei’s cautious, Renzo’s almost amused. But none of them spoke. They were waiting. For my decision. For my command. I turned my gaze to Luca. "Where is he?" Luca exhaled, leaning back against the seat, his fingers tapping a slow rhythm against his knee. "A warehouse near the docks. He’s moving shipments tonight—drugs, weapons, probably women too." His jaw clenched, his usual easygoing nature buried beneath a layer of cold fury. "We have the location. We just need to move. Preferably now."

When their king killed dozens upon dozens of people within seconds, it was hard not to be afraid. Luca couldn't return fast enough. "I found some interesting shipping containers," Luca explained as Elena bandaged his hand. "They were mislabeled to look like the other rival family—either the Sobanos or the Nitellos, depending on which container it was—had stolen from the other family." "The timing is certainly suspicious," Massimo said. "They were negotiating a big business deal—there was talks about even arranging a marriage to solidify a long term alliance." Elena frowned as she tied off the end of Luca's bandage. "It sounds like somebody didn't want that happening," Elena said. "And then t

I was already out the door, coat trailing behind me like a shadow. --- The docks were a mess of rust and whispers. Fog curled like smoke from a dying fire. The air was thick with salt and danger. Luca met me near the water, face grim. “No shipment, boss,” he said. “But we caught two vans hauling crates. Not ours. No IDs, but the markings were from the Ravenna line.” I let the words settle like lead. “Did they see us?” “No. We’re ghosts.” The corner of my lip curled.

* Afterward, the room is quiet except for the sound of the Atlantic crashing against the cliffs far below the window. We lie completely tangled in the ruined sheets. My legs are wrapped with his. My head rests comfortably on the solid muscle of his chest. "Marchetti is going to back us when we move on the Volkov shipping routes," I say quietly, tracing an idle pattern over his heart with my index finger. "He gave me the confirmation before dessert." Luca's chest shakes beneath me. He laughs. He actually, genuinely laughs out loud in the dark bedroom. "You're thinking about shipping routes right now?" Luca asks, his deep voice thick with amusement and absolute disbelief.

“In here. Elena, we won’t be long.” The two men disappeared behind the door, leaving her alone with the echoing silence of the penthouse. She lingered near the kitchen, pretending to scroll through her phone while her ears strained to catch any fragments of their conversation drifting through the thick wood. “…Conti’s moving more men into the east docks,” Luca’s voice carried faintly. “Not a full push yet, but they’re testing boundaries.” Sandro’s reply was lower, sharper. “Send a message. Make it hurt enough that they think twice. I want eyes on every shipment…”

I looked up at him lazily. Luca stood at parade rest near my desk—six-foot-four of tattooed muscle. His neck bore the Salvatore crest in black ink, a mark he'd earned saving my life in Moscow three years ago. He was my right hand. My shield. The only person I trusted to stand behind me with a loaded weapon. And right now, he looked concerned. "They've already moved on two of our shipping routes," he continued. "Burned three warehouses in Milan. Killed five of our men." He paused. "Sir, they're not playing games. This is war."

CHAPTER 53 LUCA The call came in at midnight. "Shipment from the Laurents is moving through Vaucluse. Minimal protection. Easy pickings." Bullshit. And yet, something about it sat like glass in my gut. I stood in my office, eyes locked on the warehouse schematics spread across my desk. Matteo stood near the window, arms folded, watching me like I was about to do something stupid. "It's bait, Luca. You know that."

Not now. Luca walked over, breathing hard, blood streaked on his arm where a graze had caught him. He grinned faintly. “You’re going to owe me a drink for this one.” Ghost shook his head, though he felt the tension in his chest ease slightly. “You didn’t get us killed. That’s enough for now.” Luca’s grin faltered, replaced by a faint shadow of seriousness. “We need to follow up. The main shipment, they’ll reroute. We have to anticipate them before they get out of reach.”

“I heard rumors you were dead.” “Not yet,” Mateo said. Luca grinned, showing a row of gold teeth. “Then what brings the living ghost to my dock?” Mateo glanced at Lorenzo. “We need a boat. No questions.” Luca’s grin faded. “No questions, huh? Are you running from Ricardo?” Lorenzo stepped forward before Mateo could answer. “We’re running from everyone.” Luca studied him with interest. “Ah, the De Luca boy. I’ve seen your face in the papers. You look less polished in person.”