Luke Russo Novels & Stories

I was going to find her, if it was the last thing I did. Luke’s POV She was beautiful, just like Maria. I drank a shot of vodka, hissing at the sting in my throat. “Boss, I think it’s going to work this time.” Luis said cheerfully. “Are you really planning on sharing her?” Tyler asked while he was icing his black eye.

Luciano Romano, king of broody stares and quiet intensity, is humming while he cooks breakfast. I sit up slowly, clutching the blanket around me like I’ve been dropped into a winter survival scenario. The loft is bright — too bright — with natural light pouring through the massive windows. Luke’s kitchen looks like something out of a magazine, all dark marble and matte black appliances. And right in the middle of it is him. He stands barefoot in grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt, stirring something in a pan. His hair is messy, curls falling onto his forehead. He looks soft. Human. He looks… comfortable.

I was wrong. “Yes, but–” I was cut off when Ricco gave Nikolas a machete. No. “You may think the interaction was harmless and maybe it was. Baby, Carlo knew what he was getting himself into when he touched you like you were his bitch. Now he’s crying like a figo.” (figo - pussy)

Zoe Mug of steaming coffee in hand, I wound my way back to Isaac’s laptop. With an empty purse and a repair bill for a Jaguar I-Pace winging its way to me, I can’t afford coffee, but I can’t afford to not job hunt, nor will my finances stretch to reinstating my home internet service. On the slim chance I avoid jail time, I owe Isaac a class trip, Bella a school dress and I need new shoes. I googled Greyson’s fancy car. The eyewatering starting price stands at eighty thousand dollars. My house isn’t worth eighty thousand dollars. I can only imagine the horrific repair bill. The custom made watch he sported wasn’t much cheaper.

How could he have let himself fall into this? "Did you confirm?" He asked Grayson, his eyes in thin slits like he is about to snap, he is on drugs, a lot of it. "Yes, she is the one," Grayson answered, handing the phone over to Leon. He smirked, placing the phone on his lap, as a loud cry pierced through the speakers. "Tell me, what is with these little Russo's and tears?" He asked, shrugging his shoulders. "Isn't that Luke?" I asked, unable to believe my ears.

"I have all our encounters recorded, Luke. Every moan, every time you begged me not to stop, every action. I recorded everything without you noticing." Luke stood perplexed, processing the information. Suddenly, he let out a bitter laugh that caught me off guard. His eyes went wide and his mouth opened slightly, unable to make a sound. "How... how could you?" he whispered with a disgust that hit me in the face. "You're sick, Rusty. If you publish that, you'll ruin yourself too. Karla was right, you're an idiot. You can't burn me without burning yourself. Do you think your father will be proud to see his son fucking another man?"

I said thinking of how we would get there. "One crisis at a time." Kate said. "The Breeder Program is more important than me." "Kate, your wolf has some mystical properties. We need to go and talk to Alpha Tyler Wench." "And we will, but we must keep to the tour route." She was very adamant and we all seemed to look at one another before gently nodding at her. "Now, what do we do about the fact I killed someone?" "It was in self defence and Lindon's family, that's to say his son, has no grievance and actually his mother, the breeder that Luke hurt, would like to talk to you, if you are up for it?" Alpha Reed said.

Alpha Nicholas The air feels tense as we wait for Ryan to finally start talking and I swear that Rosie is about to bite her nails off and is going to make a run for it at any moment despite not having any information yet. Both she and Tony look ready to burst and I don't blame either of them.

He bowed his head and smiled at Rosalind and Kathy. “Nice to meet you, madam. I’m Luca Russo. Please call me Luca.” Rosalind smiled and nodded. “Nice to meet you too, Luca. I’m Rosalind Miller. You can call me Rosalind.” Luca shook his head. “I can’t do that because you are my boss’s fiancee.” “I’m not his fiancee yet,” Rosalind protested. “You will be soon.” Luca grinned until his eyes shaped a crescent. “I know my boss well enough, Miss Miller.”

He's looking directly at me for one short second before turning to Millie when she starts talking again. Instead of the usual casual wear of jeans and t-shirt that I normally see him don, or if we were to be honest nowadays I see him more in his underwear or the lack of it, well, today he definitely looked different in that charcoal grey suit, radiating the aura of a leader. So his name is Luca? L.L.S. Luca Sinclair. He's not a millionaire as I imagined before? He actually works? Not inherit money or has a trust fund, coming from a wealthy, influenced family?