Luca Balsa Novels & Stories

I would have returned the favor even if it implied losing my job. “Don’t tell me you are still impulsive in your actions,” Elisa intruded my thoughts. “Are you expecting me to keep mute and let a lady whip my ass?” “Sometimes you just have to let things be.” “Why would I want to do that with Matilda?” “You need the job, remember. There are debts and bills to pay. The last time you acted so impulsive, you ended up signing a contract with Alpha Leonardo,” she taunted me harder. “That was me saving my Father. The scenarios are different.”

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,

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.”

Master Luca Wilde roars back, his voice shaking the heavy wooden pillars. Luca Wilde is a legendary elder in our werewolf mafia world, his fur streaked with grey and his silver eyes glowing with a lifelong love for battle strategies. He is totally different from Master Luciano. Luciano is much younger and climbed the ladder by playing dirty territory politics, snagging the presidency of the Painters Association to play power games. Luca holds no fancy mafia titles, but his immense clout comes purely from his raw talent, honed over decades of devotion in the wild woods. When it comes to pulling dirty strings, Luciano is the go-to guy across the borders. But when the talk turns to actual brush

Alexander said and walked away. Bella stepped out and took a deep breath in cool breeze. It was peaceful outside. "So, Luca... Since when you are working for Alex.." She asked when she saw him sitting quietly. She has noticed that this guy never talk much. Luca looks like a tough guy with big body and rough look but actually he is little shy and good man. "Since childhood... My father Nicolas was working for Alexander's father... We are friends since childhood so I decided to work for him." "Wow, so you know Alexander for a long time"

I crossed my arms and sighed, trying to keep my frustration in check. "Sure thing!" He let out a small laugh before gently holding my gloved hand and lightly brushing his lips against the back of it. "Hey there, I'm Luca, second in command to Alpha Giuliano of Greece." He casually folded his arms behind his back, hands entwined as he bowed before me, then straightened up, towering over me by a good foot. "This party is really something; Alexander always knows how to throw a great event. And I must say, your beauty is truly captivating. I spotted you from across the room."

He had barely even reached the elevator when a the message he’s been waiting for finally came through made his heart. ‘ Alpha, there’s a young girl of about 18 with an extremely weird color running in the direction of the Blood lake. She matches the description Beta Raphael had given perfectly' The hunter said making Lucious quickly connect to this particular hunter’s eye sight. Apart from communicating through the mind link, Lucious could also connect to his pack members and be able to see whatever it was they were viewing. He only used this when he there was an emergency and he needed to see things for himself. And right now, the emergency was an extremely huge one.

Where he had put them eleven months ago when he moved into the villa, behind the registry binder, specifically because they didn't require finding. "Those are—" he started. "These load-bearing calculations are beautiful," she said. Not looking up. "This corner joint. Did you work this out yourself?" Luca stood very still. "I was twelve," he said. "At twelve you were doing cantilever stress analysis for fun." "It wasn't for fun. It was—" He stopped. Restarted. "It was a project." She looked up then, and her expression was the open curious one, completely without agenda. "What kind of project."

Now he knows that Emily, his mom, and their son would have wanted him to pick himself up and be happy again. The next morning, Luca took a shower and got dressed, he didn’t have anything else planned out aside from putting an end to his two-plus years-long fight with Claudia, it felt insulting to even call it a fight. he got a text from his assistant telling him that there were some things that he needed to sign; He drove to his office and spent the whole morning, reading and signing proposals. By the time his phone rang, it was almost three pm in the afternoon, he picked up his phone, and it was Nicho calling.

I added “Noted boss. But boss, are we sure this Luca guy's solid with us?” Scales asked, twirling his butterfly knife with the sort of reckless grace that belonged to serial killers and circus acts. I nodded. “Luca’s the one. He used to move weapons for Antonioni. He's done pretending.” Felix laughed. “So we’re buying Antonioni’s bloodline from one of his own sons?” “Not a son,” I corrected, sliding a folder across the table. “An ex-slave.”