Luca Balsa Idv Novels & Stories

“This isn’t over. Someone cleaned him up too neatly.” Luca read her expression. And didn’t ask what she wasn’t telling him. That same night In a hidden wing of the Moretti estate, Luca opened a locked drawer. Inside: — His father’s old contact ledger — Three burner phones — And a list of names not even Amara knew he kept He dialed one. “Tell me,” he said. “Everything you know about Isabel Varela’s captivity. From the beginning.” Because Luca wasn’t just watching her fall. He was preparing for the moment she turned on him, too.

Her vision of him become blurry and she felt dizzy. "You idiot!" She managed to curse with her last strength and crashed heavily to the ground. Daniel exhaled heavily and raised his head to Luca. "Isn't that the new dart 4BXC model?" Luca nodded and Daniel shook his head, "That shit is strong and renders a victim unconscious in a second but this lady she's....she's a fvcking commando" "What will you do with her now?" He added with an inquisitive look. Luca squat low and pushed Linda's red hair off her beautiful face. He then responded Daniel coldly, "That's my business"

“Fanculo, it's not that hard, is it? It's like riding a bicycle.” “You're sick!” I spat, disgusted with the look on his face. “Si, I am,” Luca replied, lowering himself to a stoop, so he could stare directly into my eyes. “I have a proposition for you, Vera Ivanov. I want you to kill someone for me. Just one person. And in return, I pay you a million dollars and your sister is safe. Pretty generous, isn't it?” A million dollars? What in the world? Who on earth did this man want to get rid of so badly?

It was a message because Basha had found out. Or worse someone was trying to provoke Rafael into self destruction. She sat in her chair for hours that night staring at the photo of Luca hidden inside a hollowed out book. His face was older now and streaked with grey and sorrow but he was alive. Living quietly in a private compound in Montenegro under another name amnd protected by a web of secrets only she could navigate. He’d waited all this time and not for her but for the children they made together. She had failed to protect one and she would not fail again. Her hands closed into fists on the desk because It was time to finish what she started.

I’d graduated top of my class with a double major in chemistry and biology and watching my parents proud faces in the audience while I gave my valedictorian speech had made all the late nights and breakdowns feel worth it. Luca had somehow managed to train for the Olympics while still running the company remotely, and I’d spent the last six months watching him juggle video conferences with volleyball practice in a way that should have been impossible but he made look easy. Then I’d started working full-time at Blackthorne Pharmaceuticals and I’d published two papers in the last six months that were getting attention from people who mattered in the field. And Luca had somehow become a legitim

Name: Lucas Montevecchi De Marchi Age: 28 Birthdate: Novembre 16, 1987 Birthplace: Italy Origin: Italian Current City: Boston, Massachusetts Current Country: United States of America Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Dark Brown Height: 6' ft. Occupation: CEO; De Marchi Merchandise Father's Name: Gerlando De Marchi (Alive) Mother's Maiden Name: Aurelia Montevecchi (Alive) Serious Medical Issues: Mild Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder (OCPD; In therapy)

“What’s your name?” “Elijah,” he said, and both Elena and I nodded, “Elijah Aslanov, at your service.” “Russian,” “Just like yourself, Pakhan.” He said, looking at me and Elena raised an eyebrow. “And you, Ms. Elena Valdez.” I looked at Elena and frowned in confusion before she looked away, her heart raced against her ribcage, and she took a deep breath before turning to the hybrid. “How do you know who I am?”

The man inclined his head slightly. He was not family, but he is something far more dangerous. A broker of information. “Leverage?” Aurelio muttered. Luca gestured for him to approach the table. “You have something I want.” Luca said pointedly. Laurent smiled faintly. “And you have something everyone wants.” Luca’s eyes held his. “Dominic Valtieri, seems to have made himself very visible recently.” Luca said slowly. “I’m sure you have been seeing it.”

Cherry defended herself. Luca smiled. "It's alright... I'm a retired soldier in the Philippine army. I don't have much to offer, but I'm the owner of ZEF hardware and technologies corp. I'm also planning to build a clothing line, though I don't have much knowledge about it; I just plan to name it after Vanna," Luca said. I choked on what he said. He immediately handed me a glass of water. "Are you alright?" Luca asked and gently touched my back.

, I held out my hand for him to shake. "Luca Valentino", he took my hand in his and shook it gently. I tilted my head to my left slightly and Joseph understood my instruction. Joseph handed out his tablet for me as I studied Luca Valentino's profile. He was fairly young at only twenty- one years old. His credentials were incredible and had graduated from a prestigious university, I wondered why he was only an assistant and so I asked him.