Novelas y relatos de Luca Ercole

"We'll never know until I try it" "Are u threatening me" Luca said speaking very slowly "cause if you are, you are making a big mistake". "I'm not like other business men, I became the vice president of link group with my own ability... I trust you know what that means". "Oh but you are in my turf Mr.Dale" Marco replied with an evil smile. "I'm going back to Beijing tommorow morning, don't do anything silly...if u do and I die you are Dead, if you fail to kill me you are dead...always remember I'm not your Goddamn sister". Luca replied with an equal evil smile.

As the limousine rolled through the streets of North Central Philadelphia, the two men sat in contemplative silence, each lost in their own thoughts as they plotted the downfall of the Rinaldi empire. Meanwhile, The black G-Wagon 360 pulled up at the abandoned warehouse, its tinted windows concealing the occupants within. Luca emerged first, his broad frame clad in a black tank top and a grey jacket. Enzo, his protégé, followed closely behind him. Enzo is Luca, Dominic and Isla's distant cousins, recently he has taken an apprentice role at Luca’s side.

Luca stood up, hands buried deep in his pockets, and approached the window, gazing out as his mind raced with a myriad of thoughts. Yet, amidst the jumble of his musings, one question loomed largest: why did Elena meet with Carlos? Luca had orchestrated Carlos's release from police custody for a reason; he knew Carlos was responsible for assaulting Elena. Carlos had confessed to Luca, and his decision to set him free was driven by a desire to uncover the truth about their relationship. Now, their unexpected encounter carried a singular implication. Luca pressed his lips together, grappling with the reality he was reluctant to accept.

delegation. Luca had arrived ten minutes early, flanked by two associates who looked like they had been grown in a lab specifically for corporate warfare. To his left was Elena, a woman with a sharp bob and eyes that dissected spreadsheets like they were forensic evidence. To his right was Marcus, a man whose silence felt more tactical than passive. And then there was Luca. He had traded the casual, "sugar boy" softness of our private encounters for a slate-gray suit that screamed authority.

Luca's voice snapped me out of my deep thoughts as I looked into his eyes with a small smile. "My company is organising an important event for Mr Greco, you know his son is going to become the next CEO of his company. The Villa Erba stood up to my and Mr Greco's expectations, but you know the process of booking an appointment, so I was wondering if you could help me find a reservation" Luca nodded with a smile as he raised his glass in the air. "Consider it done. Anything for you, Senorita" My body went stiff when I heard a low growl beside me. I glanced at Armando only to see him subtly glaring at Luca. Was he jealous?

I called. The door opens just enough for Elianna’s head to pop through. “Am I interrupting?” she asks, eyes scanning the room before landing on me. “You look like hell.” Luca exhales a small laugh and stands, tossing the tape roll back into his bag. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says. “Tomorrow?” I blink. He slings the strap over his shoulder. “Every other fighter in Rome wants a shot at Belva.” A small smirk. “You’re making us some cool cash.”

The Virelli Estate sat under a pale gray sky, its sharp angles and manicured perfection feeling colder than ever as Luca stepped out of his car. He didn’t wait for an escort. The guards opened the door the moment they saw his face, stone carved, unreadable, and quickly looked away. This time, Luca wasn’t here as a son. He was here as a CEO demanding answers. The door to Paolo’s study swung open without a knock. His father looked up from behind his desk, frown immediately tugging at his mouth.

Luca purred, still holding her hand like it belonged to him. And she let him. “You see, cara mia, I’m Luca Vicenzo. I own the Ratel Hotel. The Ratel businesses. Empires, riches, and a taste for spoiling pretty little things like you.” He smirked at me. “What do you say? One dance? I’m sure this ogre bores you to death.” “You forgot to add that you’re a mafia Don who kills pretty little things like her,” I cut in, voice sharp enough to slit throats.

It seems like they are more likely to start a war though. There is Luca DeLuca who was tall, lean with dark stormy eyes that carried a weight beyons his years. There was a sharp intelligence behind them and the kind that made me wonder how many bodies he had left in his wake to get to this table. He didn’t speak much only watching and observing as if he was still learning how to maneuver within this world but there was no doubt in my mind that he belonged. And then there was Enzo Ricci broader than Luca but just as intense with his jaw clenched tight as he listened to the older men speak. Unlike Luca who remained reserved Enzo had a quiet snd simmering energy about him like he was always one

It just couldn’t be, Lucian could not be the wolf, he just couldn’t be. Now thinking about it, she never asked how he knew all he knew about the barghest or the ‘actual’ Greek and Roman history. Most of all, about the supernatural, she had initially coined it to being a history professor. It was sort of his job to know all that, right?