Luca Vitiello Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 65 LUCA "Three seconds. That’s how fast he disarmed Vico today.” Matteo said it casually, like we were discussing the weather. I didn’t look up from the documents I was reviewing—intel dumps from the Belarus contact, shipment charts, and a blueprint of the Laurent port stash we planned to breach. “Three seconds,” Matteo repeated, like I hadn’t heard the first time. “Vico’s one of our top hand-to-hand guys.” “Mm,” I hummed. Paper rustled as I flipped a page. “Was Vico drunk?”

POV: DANTE Dante sat in the study of his Naples villa, listening to his second-in-command deliver the weekly report. Luca Moretti....forty-two years old, ex-military, loyal to the Romano family for twenty years, stood at attention on the other side of the mahogany desk, tablet in hand. "The New York surveillance shows no movement from Valentino," Luca said. "He's been at his penthouse for six days straight. Either he's injured worse than we thought, or he's planning something."

He liked that she was feisty—a woman who knew how to keep him on his toes. He didn't let her get far. He broke into a light jog, cutting her off to stand directly in her path. His sudden movement forced her to come to a dead halt to avoid bumping into him. "I am Luca Santoro," he began, his voice dropping into a smooth, confident cadence. "I work for Luciano Mancini as his primary ally and right-hand man. I earn a six-figure salary and own my own apartment, this car, several properties, and have millions in the bank. Is there anything else you’d like to know about me?"

Marco too had the same feeling, that Alexi would not let go of miss Emma. 'I wonder what boss is thinking this time?' he thought. Just then, Luca's phone rang with an incoming call. Luca smirked looking at the caller ID. 'Right on time Ivan. I know you would call me sooner or later' Luca thought. "Luca" he answered the call with his name as a greeting. "Mr Vitiello, I am Ivan" Ivan introduced himself. "I know. Tell me, what made you call me at this hour Ivan" Luca asked him.

She marched over and slid into the seat across from him. “Go straight to the point,” she said coldly, not bothering with pleasantries. The man leaned forward, keeping his voice low. “His name is Luca Ventresca. Top of his class in cyber security. Studied in Milan, later got advanced training in the U.S. Known for taking high-risk freelance work, but keeps a low profile. I found old forum posts under a few aliases—” “I know all that,” Isabella snapped, cutting him off. “I didn’t come here for a résumé. Does he have any connection to Natalie De Luca?”

“She mentioned a ‘mentor’ once. Italian guy helping with med school apps. But Enzo De Luca… his empire’s legendary. Sicilian old blood—Palermo roots, but he modernized. Cyber ops, dark web trafficking, alliances with cartels. He’s got hackers cracking bank vaults, drones for hits. Expanded to New York last year, undercutting everyone. Ruthless—rumors say he castrated a rival for eyeing his sister.” My hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking slow and firm, thumb circling the head. “And Sofia’s his ‘partner’? In what way?” Luca bucked into my grip, moaning. “Business, she said. But the way he touched her arm… possessive. Like you with me.” His hands fisted my hair. “Dante, please…” I stood, sp

I take the seat and hit the answer button. Luca's face pops up on the screen, bloodshot eyes decorated with dark circles, scattered hair, and a pale face. He is sitting in his study; he pulls on the sleeves of his hoodie and stretches his hands to his coffee mug. "Hey, did you receive my text?" Hmm... I scratched my ears, I did. "But I don't understand it."

Luca purred, still holding her hand like it belonged to him. And she let him. “You see, cara mia, I’m Luca Vicenzo. I own the Ratel Hotel. The Ratel businesses. Empires, riches, and a taste for spoiling pretty little things like you.” He smirked at me. “What do you say? One dance? I’m sure this ogre bores you to death.” “You forgot to add that you’re a mafia Don who kills pretty little things like her,” I cut in, voice sharp enough to slit throats.

Luca My phone rang and the ID flashed ‘’Torren.’’ I had sent him to check on what was going on in Las Vegas because the accounts were not making sense. Someone had been stealing from me and it made me laugh because I would find them sooner or later, ‘’You were right Luca. It was Matthew. He has even prepared flights for his entire family.’’ ‘’To where?’’ I ask angrily and Toren breathes through the phone before responding, ‘' Italy’’

Dante had gone to great lengths trying to connect with him but never succeeded. "I heard you recently rid yourself of someone who couldn't see clearly." Luca's lips curved slightly as he swirled the wine in his glass. "I happen to need a partner who can read the situation. Would you be interested in discussing this?" Envious glances came from those around us. I smiled faintly and clinked glasses with him. "That depends on your sincerity, Mr. Vitale." Luca lowered his head, his voice dropping very low. "Dante's leg was a gift from me, Ms. Leone. Consider it an advance.”