Luca Vitiello Novels & Stories

Then, I cut off any escape route he might have had. "Just FedEx it to me." "Isabella…" His voice was hoarse, his gaze practically begging. "Can't you give me one more chance? Just once." "Vittorio De Luca." I blinked, my tone even. "We’re done." Vittorio almost fled in shame. Every single word in those screenshots had stripped him of his pride, leaving him unable to lift his head in front of me.

I had just finished checking on a post-op case when a fine looking man in a tailored suit stepped into my path. He wasn’t a patient, obviously, nor staff. His presence stood out immediately against the sterile corridors. “Dr. Isla Bennett?” he asked, his voice low and smooth, carrying a trace of an Italian accent. I nodded, instinctively straightening. “Yes?” He offered a polite smile and extended a card. “Luca Bianchi. Executive assistant to Mr. Antonio Vitale.” The name pulled me up short. Antonio Vitale. The man who had been shot near the heart. The high-risk surgery that still made me wonder what kind of man he was, since his real identity and hospitalization had been kept very confident

"Let's go." Luca Datero's car was a black luxury sedan. Sitting in the back seat of the expensive car wearing an expensive suit, Luca Datero looked more like a successful young businessman from Manhattan than a mafioso. Eugene inwardly sighed, recalling Valentine mentioning Luca Datero during their quasi-sexual encounter at the Long Island villa. This news would surely reach Valentine's ears, and there would inevitably be a storm when he returned.

he spoke up and opened the copy of the contract signed between Luca and Alessandro alongside the copy of the complaint registered. "Mr. Alessandro has registered a complaint against Mr. Luca Vitiello and Mr. Reed Carter regarding Miss Mia Vitiello. In his complaint, he mentioned that Mr. Luca Vitiello is not fulfilling his side of the contract and Reed Carter is not letting to take his fiancee with him back to Russia. Now let's start with Mr. Luca. What do you want to say about this?" Daiji asked. Luca smiled faintly.

The gala was already alive when Damian and Luca arrived. The Velasquez Foundation Gala was a show of money, power and ruthlessness and tonight, Damian Moretti decided to step back into the light after years of staying in the shadows. When Luca stepped out after Damian the floodlight and cameras shifted immediately to him. He hated how the crowd’s attention flicked toward them, the whispers starting almost immediately. “That’s him? Damian Moretti?” “He hasn’t appeared in years…” “Who’s the one with him?”

“Congratulations babe! You are amazing!” “Thanks.” I said in a non-committal tone. I did not see the need to be excited since we don’t know what the outcome of this whole fiasco will be. After what happened to the Jones family, I know that Lucien is not an easy opponent and he might even be more ruthless. He is only showing us the tip of the iceberg. “I have already booked a hotel to celebrate with close friends, make sure that you show up and don’t be late.” Elisa said. I was tired and all I needed now was time to cool off but I did not reject her directly.

“You have information about Luca Vitale.” “I have everything,” Vincent said quickly. “Records. Transfers. Proof that the Aurelia Trust is built on dirty money. Proof that Luca is running a criminal empire behind legitimate fronts.” “What is your source?” Hayes asked. “My position.” Vincent lifted his chin. “I worked under Don Leo for twenty years. I helped Luca build the Trust. I know every account, every layer, every shell. And now I have Leo’s private insurance files. All of them.” Hayes felt the air leave his lungs.

Vittorio leaned back, clasping his weathered hands together. And just like that the meeting turned. Orders were given and assignments passed out to everyone . It was clean, professional and for once, no personal vendettas colored the room. Brotherhood before ego. As we adjourned, the villa’s heavy doors opened letting us out into the crisp Sicilian air. Nathan flanked me as we descended the marble steps. "Luca’s playing a long game, I’ve been watching him. He’s careful and never overplays his hand but trust me, he’s aiming for the same chair you are." He murmured, eyes scanning the courtyard like we were already in hostile territory.

***** **** **** **** **** **** **** ***** Luca had been the first on the scene. His battered Fiat had rolled up then—a dented relic, headlights dim. He’d been heading home, a mile from his flat, craving a shower to wash off the day’s grime—sweat, cigar smoke, the weight of loyalty. He slowed, peering through the windshield; the Maybach’s mangled frame caught his eye—license plate bent but readable: JRC-1.

he said without further words. "And tell me about Lucas." I shift on the soft chair to straighten my back. "His mother, Aurelia Montevecchi, grew up in Russia. Despite her being pure Italian, she became a Russian interpreter. Aurelia was secretly involved with a Mafia in Russia, but only as an Italian spy. She's an expert in chemistry. She's practically a ticking time bomb. She was once assigned to be Gerlando De Marchi's interpreter when he was personally doing business there. That's how they met. They got married quickly and had Lucas after that. Gerlando was already Boss and he was ecstatic when he heard he'd be having an heir. He's good with business and his public cover is the CEO—now r