Luca Books Novels & Stories

I am a predator in silk. I push the door to the records room open. Luca, the family accountant, is hunched over a desk that looks like a battlefield of paper. He is a small man, balding, with glasses that slide down a nose constantly slick with grease. He smells of stale espresso and that sharp, electric tang of ozone that comes from overheating electronics. He doesn't look up when I enter. To him, I am just the girl who brings the caffeine. I am furniture. I am the "pet" the brothers keep around for amusement.

I looked down at the folder again. “Why are you helping me?” He did not answer right away. Outside the office, footsteps passed in the hall. Someone laughed near the coffee station. New Zenith kept building itself around us, steel and glass rising over old secrets. Finally, Brian said, “Because Luca loves you.” My throat tightened. “That’s why you should tell him.” “No,” he said. “That is why I am telling you.” I looked up. His expression was steady. “Luca protects by narrowing the world. He closes doors. Removes variables. Controls threats. That is how he survives.”

Enzo had already informed Luca about the —gift he was bringing, and Luca happily sent his men to receive the gift, thinking it was Madison. When his men returned with Anna, who couldn't stop kicking and shouting at his men to let her go, Luca was already sitting in his sitting room with his legs crossed. He was into woman trafficking and also owned a lot of nightclubs and casinos in the city. He was equally powerful, just like Enzo. His men left Anna in front of him. Luca bent down and examined Anna. "You are not the girl from that day; you are the other one," Luca said and scoffed. “I'm disappointed," Luca added before standing up.

He snapped and then sat up, 'Luca' What the fuck?’ He snarled as Anton informed him of their presence, ‘Sorry Pakhan, the fucking Feds are back’ Luca jumped out of bed and dragged on his clothes moving toward the bedroom door, ‘What is it?’ Lissa asked sleepily watching him dress, ‘Go back to sleep little Zaya, I will deal with this. It is the Feds returning and I will not be bullied in my own home.’

I decide to go for a walk and have a coffee at Otto's Caffè, the place where I first saw Lucrecia. The place is quite charming, just like the owners, who are very pleasant people. Although they seem a bit surprised at first, they soon relax and treat me like any other customer. It's strange because this isn't the first time people have acted this way around me. Some even seem a bit afraid of me, which makes me think it has to do with Maritza's and her father's business.

Not haphazard. Deliberate. Red letters, smeared but clear. “A REPEAT OF JOHAN?” The world tilted. Luca stared at the words for what felt like years. Time didn’t move. Sound disappeared. He rose slowly. A strange stillness fell over him. No rage. No grief. Only clarity. His lips curved into a smile. Not warm. Not sane. Something cruel. He turned to his men, standing wide-eyed in the doorway. “Burn it.” They didn’t ask for clarification.

He said then walked out the door. Luca sat there, he had found this book laying around and instantly thought it belonged to the help but to his greatest suprise it belonged to the very man he had tried to call a brute, He heard the growl of the cars engine and the screech of it's tires as it drove out of the large compound and once again he was left alone in this house with no one but the help who answered his questions like she was rehearsing for a play.

"We don't even like each other. It’s just... an asset management thing. He said so himself." "Right. Asset management," Luca repeated, a low, breathless chuckle escaping him as he turned toward the door. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Doc. I just came to tell you that the guards' afternoon vitals are logged. Enjoy your 'grandfather's' library." With a final, teasing wink, Luca walked out, the heavy oak doors closing quietly behind him. Left entirely alone in the massive room, I stared at the towering shelves. The books didn't just look like a distraction anymore. They looked like a confession. A silent, terrifying proof that the dangerous devil who held me captive was breaking his own r

Emily The morning sun streams in through my bedroom window, signalling the fateful day has arrived. Today I leave behind my old life for a new future as Luna of Red Creed Pack. More importantly, today marks the first step toward achieving my long-awaited revenge. By this time tomorrow, I'll be far from the grasp of Dorian and Lily. Too far for them to continue hounding my steps. A knock sounds at the door before my mother enters, her smile tinged with melancholy. "Good morning, my darling. Are you all ready for your departure?"

And Dante withdrawing was always a prelude to something worse. Luca stood now in front of his old laptop—the one no one else knew about. The one with no smart features, no facial recognition, no voice assistants. Just raw access. He powered it on with trembling fingers. “Let’s see what I find…” He didn’t know what he was looking for. A clue? A signature? Some trace of Dante’s shadow? He wasn’t a hacker. Not like him. But Luca had memory. And Dante had taught him things—whether intentionally or not.