Luca Vitiello Novels & Stories

34 years old Luca Moretti, is the Santoro crime family’s most feared enforcer, he was tall, heavily muscled, covered in tattoos, with cold dark eyes and a reputation for making problems disappear quietly. He’s violent, dominant, and loyal only to the family. When a high-stakes witness threatens to bring down their empire, Luca is assigned to babysit the witness in a remote safehouse until the trial.

I sold all the jewelry Luca gifted me and transferred most of our family's wealth into my account in Sicily. In the end, while I was waiting for my flight at the airport, Luca burst into the lounge with a horde of men behind him. "Elena!" His face was pale as his chest heaved, a crumpled document in his fist. Luca choked out, "Your legs … When could you … You're able to stand up now?" He stumbled forward, raising the document. "And this! You're going back to Bellavia? What are you doing? Are you leaving me?"

My stepmom came in too, looking so furious. “Are you sure?” The doctor asked. “Yes. I’m actually busy so please doctor, why did you call?” “Do you know Angelo?” he asked. Carina went silent. I can feel what she is feeling right now. I think she is feeling weird why the doctor knew about him. “How did you know him?” she finally spoke again. “From my patient, Jillian. Do you know her?” “Yes. I know her, Jillian Sagittarius.” “This is insane!” My stepmom yelled in anger.

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

He stressed each word stopping what he was doing as he turned to face Raphael. " She's your Luna!" He growled, using his Alpha tone this time. Raphael felt the sharp pain tearing across his head making him to grit his teeth. " Okay, okay!" He managed to say. " Stop it already!" He could feel the intense pain Lucious was causing him. Lucious frowned a little, his eyes going back to their normal blue before he turned his attention back to what he was doing. " At least let me tell the chefs to cook her something " Raphael's voice reached his ears.

A smile that seemed to say, "Hello, we meet again." I looked at him with narrowed eyes. Luca looked back, then turned to me. "Oh, you haven't been formally introduced. This is Stefano. My personal assistant," Luca said. Stefano nodded politely toward me. "Pleased to officially meet you, Mrs. Vitale." Mrs. Vitale. That name sounded like a new shackle in my ears.

"Don't punish me like this. You know that isn't what I meant." His fingers closed around me. I looked down at his hand. "Let go." Luca turned toward the voice. Lucien De Santis stood at the entrance, his black coat draped over one arm, one leather glove still on his hand. Luca knew who he was. Lucien controlled the northern routes and half the private security network in Europe. The kind of recognition Moretti had spent years chasing was something De Santis had never needed to beg for. Lucien walked in without looking at Vanessa. His gaze went straight to Luca's hand around my wrist.

Marcel saw it at the same time I did. He was upright instantly, every trace of softness gone. “What happened?” he demanded. His voice was no longer warm. It was Alpha. Controlled. Dangerous. Luna Isobel lifted her chin slightly, her eyes meeting mine for just a second before she turned her attention to her son once more. “Elara got into an accident.” My stomach tightened. “She is bleeding, and the pack doctors are taking care of her.” “What kind of accident?” Marcel asked, already swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “What happened exactly?”

I cleared my throat to announce my presence. He turned around and threw his hands up when he saw me. “There's my favorite girl! Come on, have a seat” My face remained impassive. Antonio DeLuca was a bald middle aged man with a powerful build who would never take no for an answer. “What do you want, Antonio?” He chuckled, his voice gruff. “Always straight to business. I like that” He pulled out a file and handed it to me. I opened it and took out a photograph.

“You must be Isabella. I’m Luca. Luca Moretti.” “The… caretaker?” she asked, recalling the email from the rental agency about a local who would ensure everything was in order. “Sì,” he nodded, a slow, easy smile touching his lips. “And occasional vineyard manager, olive press operator, and repairman of anything that breaks under this glorious, demanding sun.” He gestured to the villa. “Welcome. Let me help you with your bags.”