Luke Russo Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 3 “He doesn’t like to be late, young mistress.” Irene said out of breath as she pushed the door open. Luke was already there. With his back to us, he stood before a twenty-foot mural of a massacred village with a towering werewolf standing on a heap of human skulls. His silhouette was still, unflinching and mysterious. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand. He was six-foot-five of devastating charm wrapped in shadow, his jet-black hair tousled like it forgot to behave, carelessly enough to look like a hot mess. His lips too perfect to mean anything true.

"G-Girlfriend?" Philip froze like he got hit with a truck. His eyes locked on Luke's arm around my shoulders. Shock. Then heartbreak. Messy. Luke didn't even look at him. He grabbed my hand, slid his fingers between mine, and laced them tight. His palm was warm, dry—cutting straight through the cold in my fingers. Luke Lancaster was an upperclassman I met through a club. I'd heard his family was the richest in Monteshire. Total campus celebrity.

Anna nods, he sounded experienced, he knew the world but not in the way she did. "Thank you, I'm Anna Lu" Anna stretched out a hand to him He stared at that hand for a moment before taking it "I’m Dylan, Dylan Yang” Dylan raised the girl up, carrying her in his arms he walked towards the dock where her wheel chair was. Despite it being a great weather in the morning, the night wind was cold and with their clothes being wet, the cold became almost unbearable.

Lily barely whispered while keeping her hand on her chest dramatically. “Same here. I mean, come on, brother. Just admit your feelings already” whispered Alice back in a dramatic tone. This time, Liam also noticed something was strange between them but being his understanding self, he didn’t them. But not everyone was as understanding as him, were they? “Can someone tell me who is this guy and what is going on exactly?” asked Sky in an utterly annoyed tone. “Luke Smith from Moonshine” said Elena plainly while leaving his hands. “Excuse me, Miss. Swan? There should be an Alpha in that sentence somewhere” said Luke narrowing his eyes on Elena, then his eyes fell on his hand.

He continues. He finally starts talking about work. I focus on him while being thankful. It's easy to talk about work-related stuff. "Sure, go on." Rafe says. "Yes. Please." I say, straightening my posture to look serious and professional. Luke Salvatore has caramel hair, deep green eyes, craggy face and tall built. His persona seems tranquil, but flirtatious. He has coquettish looks and demeanor that would call for women's attention. To me, he seems nice. Hopefully he'll prove himself to be a cooperative business colleague throughout this hotel construction project.

Rico said. “I knew your brother,” Russo said softly. “My brother?” Olivia asked and Reese looked between the two. “Dustin Jenkins, Gamma of the Red Moon Pack,” Russo said. Tears gathered in Olivia’s eyes and she seemed lost to the outside world. She shook her head and walked away from them. Russo looked down briefly and when he looked up again, his eyes had that cold glint to them that had scared Reese the first time she’d seen him. “Russo,” Reese said and put her hand on his arm.

He said still trying to flirt. I smile and take a shot of the drinks before me. "Do I look like one?" He chuckles and bites his lips slightly. Cringe! "You're young and very pretty." He said and I followed his eyes, they were looking at my lips. How bold of him? "You guessed right." I said and he smiled. "I'm Luke." "Cassandra...." I introduced myself as well. "So.... Uh." He looks around and lowers his voice to speak to me again. "I'm in my final year. Business major."

I said, my voice slicing softly through the void. “Stop that bullcrap! Get straight to the point.” Luke's voice was something extremely far from lukewarm. His tone was edged with the russian accent he'd developed after years in the russian mafia. The russian you may ask? That's a story for another day. “I…” I stuttered, struggling to form the words. Luke's impatience could be heard from a million meters away, the rage in his breath echoing against the inner walls of my ears. “Quit yanking and get straight to the point!” He beamed, his voice filling me with instant fear.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

she called, but Luke was already gone, his presence swallowed by the darkness above. I felt the frustration ripple through her, but she hesitated, her hand halfway to the railing. She turned to Rigo, eyes narrowing. "What's that about? Why won't he talk to us?" Rigo exhaled a slow stream of smoke, his gaze following Luke's retreating figure. "You really want to know?" he asked, his voice casual, but his eyes betraying a hint of something darker. He leaned against the wall, taking another drag from his cigarette. "Luke's got a dark past with the Laurents. It's not just the usual business. He's been burned—real bad."