Luca Balsa Novels & Stories

I cleared my throat to announce my presence. He turned around and threw his hands up when he saw me. “There's my favorite girl! Come on, have a seat” My face remained impassive. Antonio DeLuca was a bald middle aged man with a powerful build who would never take no for an answer. “What do you want, Antonio?” He chuckled, his voice gruff. “Always straight to business. I like that” He pulled out a file and handed it to me. I opened it and took out a photograph.

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

No one argued. Luca leaned forward, fingers laced. “His name is Paulo de Luca. Former diplomat. Helped broker safe passage for trafficked girls through North Africa and up into Spain. He’s slippery.” “Where is he now?” “Zurich,” Silva answered. He has a private villa in the mountains. Tight security. He doesn’t leave without three armed guards and two assistants.” “Perfect,” Amara said. “I'll take them all.” Luca looked at her. “You'll need cover.”

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.”

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?”