Luca Kaneshiro Real Face Novels & Stories

Lucian chuckles, low and dark. I press down harder. “Don’t fall asleep on me now, Agosti. We’re just getting started.” Luca shakes his head violently. “I swear, I—I don’t know! I’m not close enough to know his plans!” I lean in, brushing a few strands of blood-matted hair from his forehead. “Seeing as you’re never going to walk again anyway, why don’t we give you a matching pair of wrecked kneecaps, hmm?” His breath hitches.

I leaned closer. “ As much as you wanna threaten me right now, now isn't a good time unless you're cool with getting into an accident,” he said it too calmly which was creepy. Now that I think about it, I haven't seen Luca with many expressions. He was mostly calm and his expressions were neutral. He smiled only when necessary and I don't think any have been genuine honestly. He was like a robot - no emotions. “ I don't get it,” I muttered, settling comfortably in my seat once more.

His hair perfectly styled, his clothes clean and wrinkle free. “How you doing?” Alissa shifted on the sofa waiting for a response. “I feel well, Alissa, thank you,” his voice back to it's measured, well spoken tone. “You don't have to talk like that in front of me, I accept you for you.” Alissa leant slightly forward. She wanted the real Luca, she realised now that his thoughtful and measured voice was all for show. He smiled and dropped his shoulders a little, “I need to keep a bit of this persona going, otherwise I wouldn't be Alpha.” He smiled, his tone was more natural.

But just before the exit, they stop. The taller one pulls off his mask. And I freeze. That face. That frown. “Oh my god.” My whisper is barely audible. “Noah?” “The one next to him has to be his father,” I say. Wondering why he would do this. Luca stares at the screen, like he wants to pull them out from the screen and kill them with his bare hands. “Motherfucker!” he spits.

He looked exactly like Kai except for the cold, calculating look in his eyes and the fact that he wasn’t bleeding. “You’re late,” Luca said when they walked in. “We had to make sure we weren’t followed,” Leo answered. He helped Kai sit on a crate. “What do you have?” Luca turned the laptop around. On the screen was a live feed of a news broadcast. The Don’s face filled the frame. He looked calm, almost fatherly, as he spoke to the cameras.

“I–I j–just… th–thinking.” “Mm.” Kain removed the mask slowly, folding it and placing it aside on the dresser, exposing the man beneath, that sharp jawline, that cold mouth that curved only when someone else bled for it. His eyes scanned Luca’s face too carefully. “Tell me what’s wrong.” Nothing got past him. Luca hated that. He also hated how much he depended on it. “I–I’m f–fine,” Luca lied, badly. Kain’s eyebrow lifted. A silent accusation. Luca’s stomach flipped. He licked his lips. “I p–promise…”

"Sekani, it's time for you to give the vote of thanks. People are starting to go home." Sekani immediately pushed to her feet. "Oh, I totally forgot about that." Then she turned to me. "Let's go, Sean." "I'll be there in a minute." She looked at me, then at Luca. I could see that she didn't want to leave us both here. Seemed she knew what was going to happen. But Shirley carted her away, leaving just us both. Luca. I knew him from college. He was a contrastingly different person from the nerd I used to know. He no longer looked scrawny and the hormonal acne was all gone. In fact, this was a glow-up. It also comes with an insanely annoying audacity.

He turned to me. “Elena, he’s alive.” I blinked. “Who?” Rafael met my eyes. “*Luca.*” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Silence fell like a guillotine. Damien was the first to speak. “That’s impossible. Luca died. I watched the footage myself.” “The footage,” Rafael said bitterly, “was staged. Luca faked his death. Not just to escape — but to reinvent himself. He’s the real architect of this game.” I shook my head slowly. “No… no, he wouldn’t. He was my cousin. My—”

I take the seat and hit the answer button. Luca's face pops up on the screen, bloodshot eyes decorated with dark circles, scattered hair, and a pale face. He is sitting in his study; he pulls on the sleeves of his hoodie and stretches his hands to his coffee mug. "Hey, did you receive my text?" Hmm... I scratched my ears, I did. "But I don't understand it."

Monalisa raised an eyebrow in doubt ‘luca is closer to marco than I am, how sure are you that marco won’t recognize him’. ‘As I have said before, through a series of tested disguises luca looked totally unrecognizable’ Silvia proceeded to give Monalisa her phone. Sitting up, Monalisa collects the phone. She saw a picture of a young business man even though he was in suit, he looked like a bad ass and he pierced his ear. ‘Who the fuck is this’ Monalisa asks glancing at the phone; Jeremy sits close to Monalisa and checks who she was talking about.