Luca X Alberto Ship Novels & Stories

"Dad's always been methodical, even in his criminal enterprises. Once we started looking, we could see the rhythm to his moves." Luca, who had been silently brooding by the door, finally spoke up. "It's not enough," he growled. "We're still playing catch-up." Sofia turned to face him, struck by the tension radiating from his body. "What happened?" she asked softly. "What's got you so worked up?" For a moment, it seemed like Luca might not answer. Then, with a frustrated sigh, he ran a hand through his hair. "There was an attack on one of our shipyards last night. Three of our men killed, millions in damage."

I looked up at him lazily. Luca stood at parade rest near my desk—six-foot-four of tattooed muscle. His neck bore the Salvatore crest in black ink, a mark he'd earned saving my life in Moscow three years ago. He was my right hand. My shield. The only person I trusted to stand behind me with a loaded weapon. And right now, he looked concerned. "They've already moved on two of our shipping routes," he continued. "Burned three warehouses in Milan. Killed five of our men." He paused. "Sir, they're not playing games. This is war."

He eventually turned back around, staring outside. About an hour into the drive, Luca’s phone buzzed. He answered it, his voice dropping into that low, lethal tone he used for business. After a minute of listening, he looked at Enzo. "Pull over at the next clearing," Luca ordered. "I need to coordinate with the city teams. The Vanchis are moving on the docks." "what?" I asked suprised. "If I don't give the order to hit back now, I’ll lose the shipping lanes by tonight."

“Send me everything.” “I already did.” She hung up and stared at the phone. Her name. Her access. Tied to the one family Luca had been planning to destroy for months. If this got out, it wouldn’t just break the fragile peace between them. It could break them. Forever. ⸻ Luca stood in the middle of the dock warehouse, watching the crates being loaded into one of their trucks. Matteo stood beside him, arms crossed. “That’s the last of it,” Matteo said. “We’re clean. No tails, no leaks.”

“We have a situation.” “What kind of situation?” Riccardo asked, cold and sharp. “A shipment went missing tonight. One of ours.” Luca’s jaw was tight. “No survivors.” Camilla stiffened. This wasn’t a simple robbery—it was a message. “Who?” Riccardo asked. “Unknown for now. But whoever it was… they knew exactly where to hit.” Riccardo cursed under his breath, pacing once before turning to Camilla. His eyes were hard. Calculating.

Luca said, his tone impatient. “Ah, no boss,” Xavier replied, still shaken. Luca hissed in annoyance. “You can leave,” he said, waving a hand in dismissal once again. As Xavier walked out of the room, Luca rested back on his chair, his thoughts turning to Elena. He wondered how she was faring. If he had his way. He would stay with her for the whole day. He sighed as he turned his attention to the day’s job. * *

I don't like this game. “I know you.” Says Alpha Kai as he approaches me. My berth hitches. “Her name is Catania Gabriella Collins.” “And why does she emit my mate’s pheromone?” Alpha Kai asks, looking a bit perplexed as he turns to look at his brother who smiles victoriously. The conversation is about to take the direction he had hoped it would. That’s the look of victory on his face.

The team Marco had assembled was already in position, weapons primed. Luca crouched beside Emilia, his voice low. “You stay close to me. No heroics.” She gave him a dry look. “I’m not the one who jumps into gunfights for fun.” His lips twitched. “Just don’t get yourself killed.” Marco’s voice crackled through the earpiece. “Positions set. We move on your mark.” Luca exhaled slowly, eyes locked on the approaching shipment. Trucks rumbled down the pier, their cargo heavily guarded. The Vitales thought they were untouchable.

Apple Le Roux is a fake wolf, a dirty, lying human bastard playing dress-up. And this is the female he wants to make his queen...? "I've also been digging into her Rental Luna files. Other than the Crescent City branch, there are no other records of her coming from the Arc de Lune Pack. Whoever made that file is pretty high up. I wouldn't be surprised if the Alpha himself..." The sound of my hand hitting her face is loud in an otherwise quiet restaurant. "Alpha Sylvester is innocent. Do you understand me, Omega?" "Perfectly," Willow bows her head in shame and fear. Silently shaking, a tear falls onto the table.

Heck, I hadn’t held a fishing rod since I was a boy, but the boat awarded us some privacy and at that moment, I was desperate for it. “Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. But who? It isn’t as if I share all of my plans with people that I don’t trust. Only you, Eliana and Cassandra know my plans to their full depth, and Laryssa has been helping me set them up. But she doesn’t want Viktor to be alpha - it’s pretty clear in the way she glares at him.” Luca shrugged and leant to pull a beer out of the cooler box, tossing me one. We stared out at Poros as we sipped our beverages, our feet propped up on the side of the vessel.