Luca Balsa Idv Novels & Stories

“Who is this?” “Ivan,” I said simply. “We need to talk.” There was a beat of silence, then he scoffed, “Is this a prank call? Who the fuck is Ivan?” “I don’t have the time for silly jokes, Luca.” “Of course, why the hell wouldn’t I?” “Okay, Ivan, what do you want?” He asked in a flat tone. “Camila.” Luca let out a short laugh. “Yeah. Sure. And I want a yacht. Try again.”

Luca made his decision, ‘Call Mishka, I want him here first thing, he will defend her when the Feds come’ Nikita nodded, Mishka was the Bratva’s top lawyer if he could not resolve this no one could. Luca scooped Lissa up and carried her to their bedroom placing her on the bed and covering her up she stirred and blinked up at him sleepily, ‘Sleep Zaya, we have this’ She yawned and settled back but her eyes did not leave him as he undressed his taut muscles rippled as he shrugged off his white shirt and then bent to remove his pants. His long pale hair fell over his face and he saw her lick her lips, smiling he stood up and flicked it over his shoulders,

Leonardo (dad) pov I was at my home office working and i got a call from unknown number. "Hello?" I said "Hello Mr Luca I am officer Bash and i have something important to tell you" " carry on" i replied while arranging my files. "It appears that your daughter Klara's step mother and step father died in car crash so would you like to take custody of klara?" My heart froze. My bambiana is alive, i am getting her back .

Julius bowed and walked on, nervously taking peeks at his disoriented Master. 'Luca, I need you. Come back...please.' Arlen reflects in his thoughts words his lips found heavy to let out. Somewhere in Damaris, around the same hour. Luca sat on his bed, oddly disturbed. The night wind was calm, but his core grew warm along with his body. He wipes the sweat on his face and comes out to the balcony. The urge to mate strongly lingered in his mind and his body reacted. But he flushes it out with meditation and revisiting the new assignment he had been given. There was intel on Caesar's next move. One that could make crushing him easier.

“I’m sorry, I can’t just abandon Ezra… I… I also… I really like Isla. Please don’t keep me from seeing her… Ezra is a good child…” Ezra is a good child, but what about Isla? Indeed, no matter how lofty Luca’s words seemed, he was still biased towards his own son, wasn’t he? Seeing that Vanessa didn’t respond, Luca grew agitated, pulling at her. “What I said is true, really…” “Okay, okay, you’re telling the truth…” Vanessa felt overwhelmed by this drunken man. With all this fuss, she was at her limit and could only find ways to soothe him, hoping he would calm down.

Ivana ignored my comment, "Svetlana, do you have any idea what Luca will do to you when he discovers this? He will make you wish you were dead! You think Kozlovsky’s are bad, you haven't seen Luca yet!" Ivana pursed her lips and then shook her head, "The man is more than he appears. He has shadows and demons of his own. He rules 85% of the in land and off shore mafia in the continent. Bratva other branches, Cosa Nostra, Yakuza you name it and he has submissive alliance everywhere. Where are you planning to run? To Mars?"

The pattern of balance was too neat for a game that was supposed to depend on chance. They were playing something else entirely. The baccarat cards were purely decorative. Luca broke the silence between the third and fourth rounds—his volume dropping to the register of easy conversation, as though he had shed the barrier of formality and chosen to speak from his real position. “I heard you decided to cut away from your father’s business channels, Salvatore. Trying to build something clean.” A deliberate pause. “Exhausting, I imagine. All that effort just to prove you’re not a cheap replica of him.”

ISADORA The next morning, Luca joined me for breakfast. The image of him drenched in blood yesterday was still fresh in my mind, a sharp reminder of who he truly was—the head of the most powerful mafia in the country. Those small moments we’d shared, the meals, the conversations, had lulled me into forgetting the danger. But now, I couldn’t. Not when I knew how easily he could end me. I avoided looking at him, keeping my eyes glued to my plate, but he noticed. Of course, he noticed.

“In this family, everyone fights for themselves.” He pulled out his phone suddenly. “Speaking of which…” Mom narrowed her eyes. “Who are you calling?” Lucas didn’t answer. The call connected. “Yes,” Lucas said smoothly. “He’s indeed crippled.” My eyes narrowed slightly. Then Lucas spoke the name that made my stomach tighten. “Alessandro De Luca..” Lucas turned slightly so I could hear the voice through the phone. “ He is indeed crippled?.” Lucas smirked. “Absolutely.” Then he walked closer to my bed and held the phone near me.

Venitia looked at him worriedly. "He's been sitting and typing non-stop,,,won't his shoulders be in pain", she thought. She stood up and walked to him, she started massaging his shoulders gently. Luca smiled,, feeling relaxed and more comfortable than before. "Thanks Venitia,,I don't know what I'd have done without you", Luca said and Venitia blushed. After some minutes, Luca found the information he was looking for. "Venitia, come see this", Luca said and Venitia rushed over. Venitia's eyes widened when she saw Lucius, the CEO of K.C corporation bribing a staff of Antonio's company.