Luca Hollestelle Novels & Stories

Luca stepped onto the balcony outside the office. Cold rain hit his face immediately. Good. He needed the shock. His phone vibrated in his pocket. The encrypted number on the screen made his stomach tighten. Adrian. Luca answered. “You’ve been quiet,” Adrian Kessler’s voice said smoothly. “I’m working.” “You’re stalling.” “I’m protecting the target.” “You were hired to eliminate him.” Luca looked out at the city lights. “Circumstances changed.” Adrian laughed softly. “They always do.”

“Then it makes chocolate gelato automatically. Problem solved.” From the kitchen came Luca’s voice, rich with amusement. “I heard that!” He appeared moments later, sleeves rolled up, a dish towel thrown over his shoulder. The years had deepened the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, but also broadened the sense of ease in his presence. He carried himself like a man who had once been forced into battle but had chosen, deliberately, stubbornly, to lay down his sword and build instead. “Chocolate gelato fixes everything,” Luca said, swooping Noah into a hug. “Maybe we should patent this invention.”

It's unmistakable. It's Luca.

Damien's body went still, his chest ceasing its labored rise and fall. On seeing this, Luna Morgana's legs froze in place, her eyes, once cold and calculating, now blazed with fury, her face contorted in a snarl of sorrow as her tears fell like acid rain. “My legacy, my darkness, extinguished!” She said as if finding it hard to believe what had happened. And instead of being worried about her dead son, she could only care about legacies and powers. “Otis!” I turned back to meet the stare of Lucius, His eyes looked at me with a sense of pride and I have never felt such a sense of satisfaction than to have somebody look at me this way, especially Roshan.

I tapped ash into a tray, "The smartest move is not destroying it." Luca frowned, "Then what?" "We open it." I looked at the image of the island and at the millions disappearing into the ocean every year. Then I looked back at my brothers. "If Torricelli is pouring that much money into a hole in the middle of nowhere, there are only two possibilities, either he's hiding something or he's building something." I switched screens. A photograph appeared. Leone Caruso, and my jaw tightened immediately. I pointed toward the photograph projected across the wall.

He turned to Luca and said, in a voice pitched just loud enough to carry past the bread baskets, “Luca, I meant to say—congratulations on the Haas commission. The Dwell profile was outstanding.” “That’s kind of you,” Luca replied warmly, his thumb still resting against my back. “We’re shortlisted for the Holcim award in September.” “The international committee has excellent taste,” Tyler said coolly, and he looked directly at me as he said it—held my eyes for one second—before picking up his glass and returning to his conversation as if nothing had happened. I glanced sideways. Six chairs down, Nate was gripping his wine glass so hard I was genuinely worried the stem would snap.

he growls. Zander crosses his arms over his chest in defense with Jace flashing in his eyes. I can feel his aura pulsing. Not wanting any more bad blood between the two, I quickly jump into my explanation. "He slapped my ass when I stood up to leave when he rudely interrupted my conversation with Samantha so I turned around and punched the dickhead." Ollie relaxes a little when he understood the disrespect that Lachlan showed. "You're seriously questioning your Beta? How the fuck do you know she even did anything in the first place?" Zander growls.

Do you think you can be there? —I promise you that I will be there, I am not going to let you down, I will also be the godmother, I will help you make your day more than perfect. Has Saúl already chosen the godfather? —Yes, yes best friend, he is an incredible man, I hope you can get along when you meet. — Luciana twisted her lips when she heard the tone of her friend, she was always matching her with someone. —We'll see, I'll leave you now, since today there will be new investors in the company. So I have to be on time for the meeting.

But I’m not surprised he did; it was always easy for him to find whoever he was searching for. His name is Luca, a rogue assassin. He’s been working for me ever since I found him half-dead in a battle and saved his ass. Ever since then, he’s been the one who eliminates most of my enemies. He kills without leaving a trace and then vanishes into thin air, never to be seen unless another mission pops up. Luca is a living ghost and my most trusted henchman. The last mission I sent him on was ten years ago, and since then, we haven’t seen each other. I wonder what’s so urgent that he shows up here, out of the blue.

A large desk sat not far from the floor to ceiling window with papers scattered all across its surface, and a glass of half finished whiskey sat next to the computer. Luca stood near the window, his back turned to me, his phone pressed to his ear. He was speaking in a low tone but I couldn't hear what he was saying. The faint light from the city and the sky outlined his silhouette and I could swear I almost saw aura oozing out of him. I took a step closer, no sure if he had noticed me yet. “I don't care what it takes,” Luca said quietly into the phone, his tone sharp and dangerous. “Make sure every single Hills don't see the sunrise. Slaughter them all and find Bill immediately.”