Luca Villain Novels & Stories

“He is involved with the mafia, Lizzie. He has enemies in every corner of the world, which means that even if I choose to spend the rest of my life with him, I will need to be cautious. Wherever I go, I will have security with me for my safety, and I won’t be able to do anything freely.” “But that doesn’t change the fact that you like him,” she giggles. I pause and let out a sigh. “I know.” I love Zack, but I can’t help feeling scared sometimes. He talked to me about one of his biggest enemies, a guy named Marcellus. Zack has explained how Marcellus is making plans to bring him down, which left me feeling anxious and worried about his safety.

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.

I wasn't controlling my thoughts or feelings and wanted to pay back! "You won't do that," Luca laughed. "You won't do shit. I am your brother, remember? Senna is the villain here. Why would you want me dead?" I sniffed and shook my head. "You have always been the villain, but I chose not to see it. I thought Senna was evil, but he is a product of what you did to his family! You killed his wife and child, and the blame went to the mother and father! You will pay for your sins!"

Enzo had already informed Luca about the —gift he was bringing, and Luca happily sent his men to receive the gift, thinking it was Madison. When his men returned with Anna, who couldn't stop kicking and shouting at his men to let her go, Luca was already sitting in his sitting room with his legs crossed. He was into woman trafficking and also owned a lot of nightclubs and casinos in the city. He was equally powerful, just like Enzo. His men left Anna in front of him. Luca bent down and examined Anna. "You are not the girl from that day; you are the other one," Luca said and scoffed. “I'm disappointed," Luca added before standing up.

Sophia said and Damon glared at Luca angrily, he was dressed in all black and his aura was powerful but he couldn’t look scared in front of a mafia, it should be the other way around. “Did he do anything to you?” Damon asked worriedly and Sophia shook her head in denial. Luca glared at Sophia’s innocent face, her red cherry lips but he knew he was not supposed to be attracted to her. But he found it hard to not want her. “Damon Russo” he called and Damon felt cautious beside this man, he had heard a lot of things about Luca. When Luca was in Poland, his name was popular in Italy and many other countries, in the police record he is recorded as the top gangster alive but he has never visited j

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

“That is not saving. That is selling. And you have always been good at selling people, Silvio. You just finally ran out of names before yours.” Silvio’s breath hitched, just slightly. “You are not a loyalist,” Luca said. “You’re a thief with a suit.” “I am a survivor!” Silvio snapped. “You chose a fantasy with your Foundation and your American lover! You threw away the Family! Someone had to survive what you broke.” Ethan flinched at that line, but Luca didn’t react. His face was stone. His voice stayed controlled, terrifyingly calm. “Your survival ends now,” Luca said softly.

To the only man left he didn’t trust—yet needed. “Dario,” he said. “I want you to find out who in my council sold Isabel Varela to the Brotherhood.” A pause. “I thought you didn’t believe in ghosts,” Dario said coolly. “I don’t.” Luca’s voice was grave. “But I believe in vengeance.” And as the sky over Sicily darkened, Luca Moretti vowed: If Spain wanted blood — they’d get it. —

"There are no innocent people in my organization. Everyone has blood on their hands. Including you." That stops him. His face goes red, then white. "That's different." "Is it? You beat John Marshall half to death. You enjoyed it. I saw it in your eyes." "I was angry. I wasn't thinking clearly." "And I am thinking clearly." I lean closer. "This is calculated. Methodical. Necessary. Don't judge me for doing what needs to be done." "This is why I wanted to kill you," Luca says quietly. "This right here. The cruelty. The casual violence. You're a monster, Damian."