Luca Balsa Novels & Stories

"They are real wild piranhas." "I just cannot wait for another retired Bandy player to take over the front page of the scrolls," Luca says, giving Theo a very pointed, knowing look. "Go call my crazy ex-mate then," Theo growls lowly. "Georgia Winterbane is a total expert at putting my name in the bad news against my warrior will." "I wouldn't talk to that toxic female even if her hand was my only lifeline out of the dark shadow lands," Luca says, shaking his head. "All right, you two wolves, I will see your paws inside the feast hall."

“Do you know what makes a being like me immortal, Serena? What keeps the rot of time from touching my bones? It’s not just spells or stolen blood. It’s purpose. And you, dear Luna, are part of that purpose.” She blinked at him, confused and weary. “What… what do you want from me?” she croaked. He turned to her with a sly smile. “You think you’re the only pawn on the board? No, my sweet. There’s another.” Her heart stuttered. “What do you mean?” “Alexandro,” he said smoothly, savoring the name. “He’s just as important in our plan as you are. Perhaps even more so. Do you think we didn’t anticipate his rage? His desperation to find you? Every step he takes is exactly what we want.”

And now he dared to question me. “This is wrong,” he continued carefully. “If the Alpha discovers that it is from you… he is not going to hesitate, Luna Elara. He is going to turn against you, and he will not hesitate or think twice. He is already devoted to her, you cannot risk your life doing this.”

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 .

he said without further words. "And tell me about Lucas." I shift on the soft chair to straighten my back. "His mother, Aurelia Montevecchi, grew up in Russia. Despite her being pure Italian, she became a Russian interpreter. Aurelia was secretly involved with a Mafia in Russia, but only as an Italian spy. She's an expert in chemistry. She's practically a ticking time bomb. She was once assigned to be Gerlando De Marchi's interpreter when he was personally doing business there. That's how they met. They got married quickly and had Lucas after that. Gerlando was already Boss and he was ecstatic when he heard he'd be having an heir. He's good with business and his public cover is the CEO—now r

“We’ve been thinking about something.” Julian’s hand rested on Luca’s shoulder from behind. “Your role. The power imbalance; it’s not fair to you. Not anymore.” Luca glanced in the mirror, brow furrowed. “What do you mean?” “We’re promoting you,” Alexander said simply. “Officially. Executive Liaison for the Voss Foundation. You’ll manage our charity initiatives, partnerships, events. Real work. Real impact. And a salary that reflects it.” Luca’s grip tightened on the wheel. “But… I’m not qualified. I didn’t go to university like you two. I’m just….”

"In case you are wondering who am I, let me introduce my humble self to you. I am Rico Balthazar, and people called me Don of Lucia. Have you heard it?" Hearing the name of his captivator, Luna's brows creased and a smirk formed from the corner of her lips. She doesn't know what is going on inside her. She was supposedly afraid by now, judging that the Balthazar is holding a gun in his hands full of gold rings. "Oh, I haven't heard about you. I am nothing but a newcomer to the City of San Jose. But I met your coward, asshole, and dickhead son." Luna said, gritting her teeth as she looked directly into his eyes, full of disgust.

He was still seated, relaxed, fingers steepled, watching me like I was a curious animal that had wandered into the wrong cage. “This is the underworld,” Luca continued calmly. “My world.” A pause as he slowly put away his cigar. “So nobody leaves until I allow it.” The words settled into my chest like a weight. Slowly, I released my grip on Carla and eased back into the empty chair beside her. The bald man stepped aside but didn’t move far. Carla flopped back into her seat with a pleased hum, completely oblivious. “Good,” Luca said, nodding. “Now we can continue.”

I said, resting my elbows on the table. Both of them looked at me now. I tapped one finger lightly on the edge of the document in front of me. “Luca is losing power,” I continued calmly, “but he still believes he can fight his way out.” Elena nodded slightly. “He still has people,” she said. “Money too, even if the accounts are being squeezed.” Vittorio added in a low voice, “And men like Luca become unpredictable when they feel the ground shifting under their feet.” For a moment none of us spoke.

“He’s lucky to have you.” The tension in the room was palpable, though Jeremy seemed oblivious to it. He gestured for everyone to sit, and the meal began. The first course was a delicate seafood salad, its flavors bright and refreshing, but the conversation was anything but. Bala dominated much of it, her stories vivid and engaging, her laughter filling the room. She spoke of her work as a private investigator, her adopted twins in Malibu, and her observations about the state of the Cali empire. Elena listened quietly, her sharp mind working to piece together the puzzle that was Bala Highcenter.