Lucien Lachance Novels & Stories

Salvatore Romano was a man of many talents and even more expertise. Efficient, punctual, quick-witted, loyal, and trustworthy. His father worked for Arcangelo's father, but never obtained the position which Salvatore did. And now, Salvatore worked for Arcangelo. He joined the Mafia when he was 23, and now being 35, he had been a part of the Regnante household for 12 years.

My eyes widened, and I nodded vigorously in response. Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera was an infuriating man.

Lucien casually explains as if reading his mind and as if telling an outsider that Jack, the helmsman of the second wealthiest family in the city treated him to dinner considering his known identity is nothing. Jack's ass drops to the chair, his jaw dropped as he looks at Lucien to see if he's lying, but when he finds no trace, he rubs his hand on his chest to calm down his anxiety before looking up at Lucien and taking the glass from him. "You are familiar with Jack?" "Why? Is he someone special that I shouldn't know him? Whatever he is today, I made him to be!" A rumor Jack slightly heard earlier as he was coming but he didn't care to acknowledge enters his mind as a result of Lucien's res

"Since we don't know each other I'd try not to see that as an insult. What I am is not important for now, but you can Google me, I'm a restaurateur." "My ass." Logan wasn't looking too pleased. I guess he didn't like anyone being more of a spook than him. Mancini just smiled and pulled up a seat like he owned the place. One thing was clear; this was no biker type. He's exactly what I would've been if Elena had got her hooks in me as a teen. He was well dressed, well groomed and I guess what the women would call fuck hot. There wasn't a hair out of place and butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. But it was in the eyes; they were the eyes of a killer.

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

“They’re early.” Alex sighed. “Council again?” Jake nodded. “Looks like it.” The vehicle stopped. Adrian Vale stepped out first, followed by Mara. Behind them came someone new. A tall older man with silver hair and sharp eyes. Brody sat up straighter. “Well that guy looks important.” The Archivist Inside the cabin, the newcomer introduced himself. “My name is Lucien.” His voice was calm but carried the weight of someone used to being listened to. “I am an archivist for the council.”

A single, encrypted text line began to type itself across the dark screen in real-time. I turned my head, my jaw tightening as I read the incoming message from an untraceable terminal: The Harringtons were just the front, Lucien. The secondary beneficiary ledger didn't stop with Chloe. Look at your father's private estate archive from 2019.

“Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.” The name didn’t ring a bell, though something about it made my wolf stir uneasily. “Mr. D’Amaris,” I said carefully, returning his smile. “And what brings you here? I was told that you were interested in an investment proposal.” “I heard of your plans for a new independent firm,” he said, his gaze sharp but warm enough to disarm. “A bold vision, Luna. I admire that. I’d like to be your first investor, if you’ll have me. Given that I am not from your council, I believe that having something of your own should give you a bit of an advantage.”

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.