Luke Russo Novels & Stories

Look at me trying to avoid the situation. "You know that's what Kaden wants right? For us to go flocking to Rylan." Shaking her head, Lucy is on her feet again. When she gets flustered in an argument, she can't keep still. The poor girl can't stop her hands trembling, as she tries to win me over. Her change of tact surprises me, but I know she is afraid. Who wouldn't be afraid of the Alpha of Vengeance? I know I am. But Rylan isn't her mate; she doesn't know what he is like.

“Amanda, I didn’t have time to warn you, but Andrés’s son is here, and he wants to fight for what’s rightfully his.” “Who is this upstart? He wants to take what’s mine? Tell me where to find him right now because I’ll let him know that no one messes with Amanda Grayson.” “Mr. Luke is older than you, Amanda. He’s twenty-eight, and he’s no upstart. I did some research, and he has many businesses in the United States; he’s just as rich as you are.” “Well, I don’t care... This Mr. Luke is going to hear from me,” I hung up immediately. “Where can I find Mr. Luke?” I asked the three men who couldn’t stop looking at me with desire-filled eyes.

he says, making Luke smile as he grabs the tablet and fills in the list. "Here you go," Luke says handing him back the tablet. The guard looks over it and his eyes widen in surprise. "Wait, Marissa Shepherd... I know a Marissa Shepherd. She was from our neighboring pack, The Blue Lotus." he says smiling. "Oh. Yes, she's with us. She's part of our pack now." Luke says proudly.

Connor feels the guilt inside of his chest. "The moment you agreed on your birthday is the day that your sperm is injected in her," the youngest Vozinelik told his brother for the second time. Mrs. Bridget comes in again. "This woman is from Moscow, Russia," her words are powerful enough for them to stop. Her hands are dancing on the arm of the chair she is sitting on right now. Luke is half-breed Russian-American blood. "I don't want to know her background—but I want to see her in Russia," he replied, making the two pressed their lips.

Ryu mocked. “Do not mock him, you fool!” Ross yelled. “How sure are you that he’s dead?” “I’m very sure, brother. The Legendary Luke isn’t breathing anymore. Why are you getting so riled up, brother?” Ryu asked. “Because Luke is an unpredictable killer. He could be faking right now!” Ross yelled. “Faking his heart beat? You need to come up with something more real, brother. Or could it be that you’re jealous of me? You’re jealous because you wanted to kill him yourself but I ended up killing him,” Ryu said before offering a wide grin.

He tried to reach up, but Cass slapped his hand away. "Don't touch. You’ll pull a stitch and then Victoria will actually murder me for letting you out of her sight." Luke leaned his head back against the seat, his eyes fluttering shut. "They shaved my head, Cass. I’m an Alpha of the Navarro line, and I’ve got a bald patch the size of a puck." "I can comb the rest over it. It’s not that bad." Cass lied. It was pretty bad. But seeing Luke alive, seeing the way his chest rose and fell with a steady rhythm, made the aesthetic details irrelevant.

Behind her came in Luca Rossi. Aiden had expected him, of course. Luca was Isadora’s shadow—her assistant in title, but inseparable in practice. Tall, dark-haired, Italian by birth but American by ambition, Luca wore a tailored navy suit that hid the build of someone who spent mornings in the gym rather than boardrooms. He carried a slim leather portfolio—no tablet, no phone visible. Like Isadora, he preferred paper for sensitive matters. Smart. Unhackable.

I looked at Dariel for confirmation. Dariel rolled his eyes at Russo. "I'm not marrying my sister off to you." He told Russo. My eyes rounded in fear. I heard my heart picking race. "I love impossible things." Russo smiled beautifully as his gaze turned to me. "Try my favorite soup, Vida mía." He said, using his soft tone. I couldn't help but laugh. It was totally unexpected from a cold person like him. A serene look crossed his deadly handsome face. He reminded me much of André. They resembled a lot.

Luke smiled at her briefly before introducing himself. “I'm Luke, and this is my boss, Mr. Jasper,” Luke said with confidence. Caroline turned and stared at Jasper. “Mr Jasper? The famous CEO of Maksoft Technology Company.” She wondered. She only saw him on TV. She almost went short of breath as she was lost staring at the tall, handsome man standing behind Luke, his aura and confidence filled the atmosphere. Her eyes stayed glued to the expensive suit he wore, and when they managed to fall, they fell on the golden wristwatch around his wrist. “That’s probably worth more than my car,” she thought.

I cut her argument short again, spilling the beans “Luke is Salvatore”