Luca From Inquisitormaster Novels & Stories

LUCIAN “Say that again,” I whispered. “Say it louder, Darius. See how fast I rip your head and gift the rogues myself.” Darius bared his teeth. “I don't want to expose you, Lucian, but you are pushing me.” he paused. “In fact… you already did that all on your own. The rogues know. The other Alphas know. Look at how the Phantom’s little pet project is thriving. Look how far he's fallen.” He laughed, a low and bitter sound. “Aria’s the only one who doesn’t know what you did. Oh, wait. Her people too. What if…”

I tore open the bag and spread the food across the ground. Laura bent forward, swaying her hips as she crawled to the scattered food. Her movements were exaggerated, and her joy seemed almost genuine. The whole scene made my blood rush hot. I had heard of girls with… unconventional tastes, but I never thought I'd see something straight out of an adult film unfold before my eyes. "Master, I want more…" Her voice dripped with a pleading tone that made me question everything. Why was she doing this? "Fine. Finish eating first. Then we'll talk."

We wait for them to leave, then I turn to the scouts. “I want you to continue to monitor this forest in case they return. If they do, alert me immediately.” “Yes, Alpha.” I wait for Stephanie to shift and then I join her, returning to the pack. When we arrive, I look at her. “So, who is Luca?” “An idiot who didn’t even warrant becoming my father’s Lead Warrior. He’s obviously thrilled that Ellis has promoted him, but he’s not smart. For him to believe that story is ludicrous.” “The others didn’t seem to believe it. I felt a lot of unease at what they’ve been asked to do,” I say.

Not only that, he even hurriedly returned to the Southern Ridge. This was bizarre. “Who’s helping me?” Maxine was puzzled. She knew someone must have been helping her out in secret, but who was it? From the Cadens’ words, she knew that Luca was taken away by an extremely powerful figure who was most likely an eighth-rank grandmaster. However, she was not acquainted with any eighth-rank grandmasters at all. Putting her thoughts aside, she waved slightly. “It’s getting late, we should rest up. We can discuss more tomorrow morning.”

Luca said, which wasn't really what happened, but it had more dignity than saying he sent me away for my good and I just returned. "I am glad she returned to you," He said for good measure, but he did not mean a word of it. He looked more afraid of Luca than he was when I was his slave. I guess the Demon of Ashfield was real. I wondered what Luca did to warrant so much fear from people. "Any progress on Gibson's death?" Luca asked, and neither of them could answer. I had never seen Tomas so afraid and respectful before. It was apparent he was scared of Luca.

“His family is shady as fuck, always looking out for number one. However, they are always up for questionable activities. Which made for good allies.” “Got the maps?” I said, as I looked around. “What’s wrong?” “I don’t know. I just feel like I am being watched…” The hair was standing up on my neck. Luca frowned and moved to his desk. Pulling out this black wand, he started going over his desk and moving on to the furniture. Once he got the couch, there was a red beeping sound. “Fuck…” Luca went back to his desk and pulled out gloves. I watched as he slowly felt around until he pulled out a bug.

Luca gritted how tooth and growled like an animal, scaring Salamanca who had never seen anyone that furious before. " Does it look like I'm asking? I want to see the fvcking footage, now! " There was no way Linda was responsible. Linda was not the assassin. They went through it before and he checked her innocent. Could it be that she had brainwashed him? No, Linda was a good woman, a perfect woman and he could vouch for her. Fvcking anywhere... "What are you waiting for?!" Salamanca hurried away quickly and Luca followed him behind to the front of a safe where he knelt and began cracking with his face resting against the metal surface.

"Enter." The door opened and closed with the quiet precision of a tomb sealing shut. Luca stepped into the pool of dim amber light. He was one of my oldest pieces on the board. He didn’t survive thirty years in the Cavalli organization by being a conversationalist; he survived by being a ghost who could kill with a whisper. “We have confirmation,” Luca said, his voice a low, gravelly hum. I finally turned. My gaze was sharp, cutting through the shadows. “Speak.”

“You are delusional. Every one of you in the Grand Alkhemi are delusional. You do not want to face the truth. You have been serving the true evil for over a century in that stupid Mansion.” “It doesn't matter.” Luca speaks up this time. “The truth will become unavoidable soon.” He gives me a nerve wracking smile. “Everything is falling into place. Members of the Grand Alkhemi will be here soon with the sole aim of rescuing their best female warrior, but they would not know that they will be walking into a trap.” Luca's face gets consumed by an unreadable, evil expression. “I hope Atlas comes along also. I miss him.” I frown when he says that. “You are all sick people.” I say to them.

On the third night he stopped and pulled me against his chest. “I hate this,” he said into my hair. “I hate that you have to do this.” I held onto him tight. “I chose you four. I chose this life, so I will fight for it.” He kissed me as if it was his last kiss. Luca ran intelligence. He sat in the library basement surrounded by laptops, maps and coffee cups. His eyes stayed red from no sleep. Every time new scouts reported in he updated the big board on the wall. Dante trained the fighters. He screamed orders until his voice gave out.