Luca Vitiello Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Or I will come down there myself and handle it. I did not come back to play nice. I came back to lead." Luca still looked unconvinced. He leaned forward. "And what happens when Greco makes a real move? You going to hide behind your father’s name again, or—" "Enough." My voice cut through the air like a blade. "If you have something to say, Luca, say it clearly. Do not dance around it like a coward." He met my eyes. The challenge was there, but I did not blink. "I am loyal to the Vitale name," he said carefully. "I just want to know if the person sitting in that chair can actually protect what we have built."

Then I spotted Rob and Vic, they were seated in a corner booth, Rob already sipping something with a lime twist, while Vic leaned back with a grin like he owned the place. “Look who finally decided to show up,” Rob said, grinning. Vic stood and pulled me into a tight, back-slapping hug. “Luca freaking de Luca. Still angry at the world, huh?”

That was the problem. He was getting bold. And Paolo Virelli didn’t breed insubordination. Not from anyone. Especially not his son. He hung up the call, staring at the city skyline like it owed him something. Meanwhile, inside the sleek black sedan heading toward downtown, Luca was oblivious. He sat with one leg crossed over the other in the backseat, tablet in hand, scrolling through the morning’s internal reports. His assistant’s voice buzzed through his Bluetooth earpiece, updating him on the latest fallout.

“No wonder Luca can’t keep his hands off you.” Before I could respond, the door behind me burst open. Luca stormed in, eyes blazing with fury. “Get the fuck away from her.” Vittorio laughed. “You were told to come alone.” “I don’t follow your rules,” Luca snarled. He crossed the room in seconds and pulled me behind him protectively. “Delete everything. Now.” “Or what?” Vittorio held up a remote. “One button and the photos go live.” Luca stepped forward, dangerous and calm. “Then I’ll destroy you. Your reputation, your gallery, everything.”

“It’s time I stop waiting for Selene to do what she was clearly too pathetic to finish. If Liam wants to play Alpha in the safety of his walls, then let him. I’ll tear him apart where he thinks he’s untouchable. And I will be sure that it is done where everyone will see him breaking.” Marcellus stiffened. “What are you saying?” I turned, eyes gleaming. “I’m saying it’s time I reveal myself to him. Not as an enemy in the shadows, but as his rival in the human world. Business. Power. Status. That’s where it will hurt him most. I’ll dismantle him piece by piece until his throne is nothing but ash. And I will be sure that he knows who he is dealing with.” Alaria will be my final victory.

The pack remains quiet, looking up at Zac with a mixture of curious and nervous glances. “As you know Luna Isla came to Clear Creek from TRTC. Living there when she was 14 after the untimely passing of her Grandmother who belonged to the Cedar Fall's pack, and before that, she lived in Blood Oak. Isla is the daughter of disgraced former Beta Alec Miller and deceased heroic warrior Lyla Miller.” Small gasps and whispers start to dance around the room.

I stood behind a shelf an aisle away, watching the drama from the space between two books. “Vincenzo “, Elijah chuckled. “I'm just trying to have some fun. You know she used to be my bitch”, he added drunkenly. I felt a little bad for him. He was drunk out of his mind, and I had managed to convince him that he was more powerful than Vincenzo. I gasped when Alpha Vincenzo growled and held Elijah up by his neck. “What did you say about my Luna?” Vincenzo seethed, baring his fangs at Elijah.

Luca tried to stand again, but pain nearly dropped him back to the ground. “Ava,” he breathed harshly. “Move.” “No.” The word surprised even her. Because she meant it completely. Damien tilted his head curiously. “Do you know how many people have died because of him?” Ava didn’t answer. “Do you know what he really is?” Luca’s jaw tightened. “Shut up.” But Damien ignored him. “He’s not a victim, Ava. He’s worse than Vittorio ever was.” “That’s a lie.”

Now that his main enemy had appeared, he became more serious. His cell phone suddenly rang. It was a call from James. He answered it immediately. “How was it? Have you seen the person yet?” “Yes. That man has come out of the VIP room. I know who it is,” James said. “Who?” “Nicolo de Luca,” James whispered. Dante frowned. He got into the car and stared at Natalie’s flat building with narrowed eyes. “Nicolo de Luca. Is he the mafia boss of the Luca family in Italy?”

I heard his name was Valentino De Luca, he's Italian. "Mr. De Luca is here." We immediately got up from our seat to welcome him. The door opened and the man entered. My eyes widen and my breath got hitch. I turned to Franco who was as speechless as me. Valentino De Luca is Angelo Vander. Angelo Vander is Valentino De Luca. Angelo landed his eyes on me and he smirked. He turned to Franco smirking knowing that Franco didn't see it coming. If Angelo is Valentino De Luca then.. it means he's the Italian Billionaire who rumoured to be a part of ILLICIT.