Luca Ercole Novels & Stories

“For now, just let us get this done, yeah?” “I am curious about what THIS is.” The Lycan said as Leonardo opened the door for him. I kept my eyes on the man before taking a step toward him as I kept my arm around Daniella. I extended my hand to him, and he smiled, extending his to shake mine. “Alaric Klein, to what do we owe the honor?”

The frustration and fatigue in Ellaine’s voice can’t be ignored. “I told you. This thing you’re getting into is no fun. There is no place for complaints here.” “I was just asking.” A young man with blonde hair and beautiful sky-colored eyes came out from the back door of the cottage. He smiled at them, exposing a dimple at the right corner of his mouth; his eyes lingered a bit longer on Ellaine, then nodded at Finrod. “I am Caeruleus, Prince Finrod. The captain of the ship called for you. We are about to sail.” After saying this, he went inside the cottage.

At the rate with which she was cutting away, my hand would have become numb, by the time I'd be done. She looked up at me once she was halfway, and pointed at the vegetables. “See? Not hard.” I wish. I was already pulling the tray, and praying to God not to do something stupid, when Luca walked in. “Signora West, I thought you were in your room?” He asked, and I shook my head. Guilia had told me that he was brothers with Dante. And from all the time I'd been observing him, they were nothing alike. Luca like I'd noticed, was a ladies man. He always had a woman with whom he spent the night. And Guilia always fired rapid Italian, whenever any of them tried sneaking out the next morning. I presu

Ethel told him, taking a look at the sleeping Luca with hope in his heart that he wakes up the same person. He's Luca,the Mafia king,he wouldn't allow some person to take control of his body right?

Luca gives me a sorry look and walks to me. "Ernesto and Julio fell apart because of you. Julio wants you for his son, while Ernesto wants you dead. Be careful not to fall into any of their traps. They are dangerous, Nicole" Luca looks at me with pity and after ruffling my hair, he goes after his boss.

Luca called out to me, a smile arching his lips. "Ciao, brutto," I replied, winking at him as I got down from the bike. "You're still not going to loosen up around me," He muttered. I chuckled. "Only when you stop trying to steal my bikes." He laughed as he hugged me. Luca was one of my main informants. He ran a network of thieves and was also working for the Cops. Talk about weird. "Are you here to spend some time with me?" He asked. "You wish," I scoffed. "I'm here for some information, as always."

“You’re not him. You can’t be him.” “But I am,” Luca said, voice dipped in honey and venom. “Want proof? Remember that time we switched places for a week and not even Mother noticed? Or the scar you gave me—here—” he reached behind his left ear, brushing aside dark strands of hair “—after I snuck into the cellar and broke your favorite blade?” Lucian staggered back a step. No one else would know that. Only Luca. Elias looked between them, throat tight. The knife wasn’t at his neck anymore, but Luca still held him close, like a trophy he hadn't decided to destroy yet.

And there it was—Dante’s encrypted files had been accessed from an unknown external drive. She took intel. Luca’s pulse hammered, anger coiling in his chest like a snake ready to strike. This wasn’t just betrayal. This was war. --- Pulling out his phone, he called one of his best contacts—an underground hacker who owed him a favor. “I need a deep background check,” he ordered. Minutes later, the answer came. Isla Romano. The daughter of Emilio Romano. Luca’s fingers tightened around the phone. This wasn’t just some random spy.

He doesn’t look up from the wine he’s swirling, the dark red liquid catching the light like a pool of fresh blood. "I don't have a watch," I reply, pulling out a chair as far from the others as possible. The heavy chair legs scrape against the marble, a harsh sound in the quiet room. "You took my phone, remember?" The younger man chuckles, a sound like silk over a blade. "She has spirit, Dante. You didn't mention that part." Dante finally looks at me. His gaze is a physical weight, pinning me to the seat. "Elara, this is Luca, my cousin. He handles our legal interests. And you’ve met Marco, my head of security."

he roared, leaning over the gurney as they pushed it toward me. “Marco, back off,” a lower, steadier voice commanded. Luca. He was the Moretti Group’s Chief Operating Officer, often seen in televised press conferences standing just a shoulder behind Dante. He was older, the silver-streaked hair at his temples the only thing out of place in his otherwise composed demeanor. He kept one hand on the gurney and the other held out, a physical barrier keeping his hot-headed companion from lunging at my staff. Unlike Marco, Luca’s eyes weren't wild; they were pleading, though his grip on the gurney was white-knuckled.