Luca Balsa Novels & Stories

“Exactly. He’s too powerful to dismantle piece by piece. We take out Lazarus, and we send a message to everyone who might try to fill the void.” Preparations The team split up to prepare for the mission. Luca focused on hacking into the estate’s security systems, mapping out blind spots, and creating entry points. Aleksandr and Dante reviewed their weapons and escape routes, while Elena immersed herself in understanding the guest list and Lazarus’s known associates. Hours later, Luca emerged from his corner with a grim expression. “I found something.” The team gathered around him as he pulled up footage from Lazarus’s private network. It showed Lazarus’s face a man in his late forties, with

Luca greeted, “Nice to see you, too, Mister Wright.” Finding Scarlett, Luca faintly smiled. There was longing in his eyes when he said, “Hi Scarlett. How are you? I heard you took the bar.” Ignoring his words, Scarlett just stared at him and replied, “That’s not what we are here for.” Despite being surrounded by the intimidating men of Kaleb Wright, Luca welcomed everyone in, and he sat on the sofa in his living room. He asked, “What brings you here? I haven’t bothered you lately.” Kaleb stood in front of Luca and asked, “Answer me this. Did you contact Lisa Hayes and send her a photo of the adoption proceedings of my son?”

Luca never had a chance as I finished him, delivering a jab to the neck that momentarily constricted blood flow effectively causing him to black out. “It’s all you now, Basil.” Cam, my dad’s second in command yelled. He was trying to pump Basil up so he would keep fighting. Cam was feeding him encouraging words which will ultimately end with him lying next to Luca. Deciding to get this training session over with, I approached an exhausted Basil. He held up his hands in submission. “Sorry, I can’t continue. I’m beat, my entire body is aching.” All my attention was on Basil when out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a blue fist of fire headed straight toward my face.

Or was it love, warped beyond recognition? The man he once wanted to protect, he now wanted to possess. Entirely. Brutally. Completely. But he’d underestimated Luca’s will. And that mistake might cost him everything. Suddenly, one of the monitors blinked. Luca had returned to the apartment. But he didn’t look shaken anymore. He looked… still. Focused. He was searching something—on an old laptop, low-tech, hard to trace. Dante zoomed in through the long-range lens. He saw the name typed on the screen:

The rain poured heavily over Rio de Janeiro, drumming against the windows of the penthouse apartment in Ipanema as if trying to wash away years of secrets. Luka sat on the black leather sofa, his laptop open on the coffee table, but the screen had been dark for nearly forty minutes. He held a glass of single malt whiskey, the ice long since melted. At thirty-eight, Luka Silva — or rather, the man who had carried many false names throughout his life — knew he had reached his limit.

He drove. Luca's first day report, delivered at high speed during the car ride home, lasted approximately forty minutes and covered in detail the construction area, which had materials he had not previously encountered and which represented, in his assessment, significant creative opportunity. He had also made a friend named Ezra who was a vampire child and who had a different approach to structural engineering that Luca considered incorrect but interesting. He had found the mathematics portion undemanding and had said so to Orla, who had apparently responded by giving him a problem set from the next level up, which he had found more satisfying. He pronounced the school acceptable.

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.

‘as you can see, he dyed his hair black and is wearing glasses, the glasses would make him even more unrecognizable besides there is a small camera in the glasses so we see exactly what he sees’ she briefly paused then continued ‘luca isn’t a fan of suits which marco also knows, so seeing him in a suit is something marco would never think of’. ‘Wow’ Monalisa said giving Silvia her phone back ‘the disguise is impeccable…So, what’s his back story’. ‘uhm luca will now live as Bradley dale a day before mar co’s meeting, Bradley is the Vice president of link group in china, he is also a distant cousin of Mr. Quinn, Bradley is a type of man who can be cheeky when he wants to and can also be cold w

Her eyebrow's meet. "Nah... You're right. I'm Mr. Lust's assistant slush driver— I'm Barnald." He agreed with what the girl said. Luca didn't know why he did say that, but he felt it was better like this. There's a part of him that doesn't want her to know who he is. Why? Lyca only knows one thing, it's better for her to think that he's just an assistant of Mr. Lust— better for her or better for him? He couldn't really tell.

I said reaching into my bag and pulling out a bunch of bananas. His eyes lit up in glee, "Are those Musa sapientum bananas?" I nodded, "Only the best for you." "Come here," he said pulling me into a huge tight hug and dragging me beside him onto the bed. "Careful of your stitches, Luca!" I exclaimed as he grimaced in pain, "You aren't done healing yet!" Luca then peeled one of his bananas and took a huge bite of it before my hair started to get stuck to it and he was frantically trying to pluck it off.