Luca Vitiello Novels & Stories

With gritted teeth and a pitiful expression painted on her face, Victoria spun on her heels and left without a word. Ava stood in place, momentarily baffled by her sudden retreat. She picked up the gift bag she had brought for Alexander and left the mall. --- At the villa, Hugo was lounging on the couch, phone in hand. He read a message from a friend and chuckled. "[Why is Lucca in New York today?]" Everyone in the industry knew Lucca Reinaldi, the notorious playboy from Italy, whose name was often splashed across tabloids beside some scandal or glamorous affair. Even Alexander had heard of him.

Vito snatched the notice from him, his gaze locking onto the few lines of bold black print. "Alliance between the Luca and Moretti families broken! As of today, Vito Luca and Alessia Moretti are officially divorced!"

Silence. Luca’s gaze locked onto hers. “Name.” Alicia’s chest heaved, tears streaming down her face. “Valentino. His name is Valentino Costa.” The room seemed to freeze. I felt Luca tense beside me. Rafael muttered a curse under his breath. Even Bianca’s stoic mask cracked for a split second. Valentino Costa. That name carried weight—powerful, dangerous. A ghost from the underworld. Someone who was supposed to be untouchable. If he was behind this…

"I'm starting with the person who held Luca the longest. According to the auction records I hacked, that would be Alessandro Ricci. Italian national, currently based in Prague." The name alone made Dante's blood run cold. "Show me everything you have on him." Elena clicked through several documents. "Ricci works directly for Viktor but operates independently. He's been in the trafficking business for twelve years. Specializes in what they call 'training,' which is....." "I know what it means." Dante's voice came out flat. "Where in Prague?" "I'm working on it. His security is tight, but I'll find him." Elena closed her laptop. "Dante, once you start this, there's no going back. Viktor will r

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Mark immediately regretted asking. Mia entered just in time to hear that. She narrowed her eyes. "Why does that sound dangerous?" Luca grinned. "Because it is." He opened the file. Inside was a photograph. A woman. Elegant. Confident. Sharp-eyed. The kind of person who looked dangerous even while smiling. "Who is she?" Mia asked. Luca looked delighted. "Her name is Valentina De Luca." Mark sighed. Already tired. Luca continued dramatically. "Lead negotiator for the Vitale Family."

“So Luca Moretti is back in New York.” Gianna’s lip curled in disdain. “Like a fucking coward.” Rocco raised a brow. “With respect, Donna Vitale…You know Luca doesn’t run from fights, right?” “No,” she agreed coldly. “He runs to higher ground.” She moved to her bed, opening one of the drawers in the bedside locker. Neatly organized files sat inside…dossiers, photos, surveillance records, accounts of movements, alliances, and betrayals that she carried whenever she was on a hunt. She pulled out a glossy picture of Luca taken just weeks earlier in Rome…tall, handsome, composed, dressed in black, and full of confidence.

I'd slept late, reading through each and every word of the marriage contract. Twice. Everything seemed legit and it was a pretty good deal. All Luca wanted from me was loyalty to the mafia and to him so the whole image of the Martinelli familia wasn't destroyed. I didn't exactly care. I wasn't going to be with anyone any time soon. I pushed the door to his office open and I wasn't surprised to see they'd started planning without me. I just rolled my eyes and stood next to Maddox and listened to what Luca was saying. Something about finding a guy called Sante Di Laura. He was the head of the Vipers, the mafia that attacked but Sante was in hiding at the moment. Our tar

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” Margarette looked up in the clear sky and felt the warm of the sunlight touch her face, “But they failed Ellaine, they failed. Fortunately, Estelel didn’t die but became a tree.” She turned to Ellaine in time to see realization in her face, “Yes. Estelel became the Virsathen tree. The Creator and Fates honored her to become the tree that shall support the two worlds. Every year, high ranked creatures in their respective groups visit the Virsathen. It is a feast called Bronithe. For years, everyone thought that danger is over. But now..” “But now what?” Yntreia cried and Ellaine knew the baby can understand what they’re talking about.