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“The mothers at the orphanage said they found me in a crib at the door step on a raining day in the month of November. They had heard the doorbell ring but when they opened up—” “—No one was there.” Luca completes, his red hair sparkling under the fire torches. “I dropped you off, November. I watched you pee your pants, poop your pants, and even eat sand. I made sure you got adopted by a lovely Irish couple. I made sure you had connections with great people. I made sure you got into fame, and got the love and attention you deserved. I did all that to ensure you had a sweet life. Yet, what do I get for it?” He chuckles, humorlessly; he tends to do that a lot. “I get pushed away from the Grand

“We are all family now, whatever it is, we can help.” Luca finally gave up his worthless mission and turned to face the rest. His face looked weathered, somehow older, and far more sinister. “You guys don’t understand, you can’t.” He rubbed at his smooth scalp and lifted his chin as if praying for calm. With his eyes closed, he inhaled and held his breath. Opening his eyes, he released the air. His whole body seemed to slump as the breath left his body. “Let’s sit down then, I have a story to tell you,” he said, and made his way to the nearest little sofa. The bulk of him settled in, and he lowered his dark eyes to the floor.

Marcus was slightly more muscular than Lucas but he was more calm and one barely knows what goes on in his head. "Were you able to get anything out of him?" Marcus asked, closing the door behind him. "Not yet but soon" Luca replied, rolling his shoulders. "He's persistent on keeping it to himself even if he dies" "I'm sure we will get something from him before that happens " Marcus chuckled, before taking a seat. "So how's the number looking? Better than last week I hope" Luca asked, changing the topic to business talk. His company is a cover for his mafia underground business to get the press from trying to know how he gets his money.

A soft warmth coursed through me, staving off the cold air that enveloped the waiting room. Luca turned to his book as he opened it. His long lashes acted a shade as the light that filtered through the windows fell on his eyes. The brown hue basked in the warmth of the light, making them seem they had trapped the stars in them. I couldn’t help but admire them—him. The way his words melted me and planted a seed of warmth, the way his hands clung onto me, telling me that even if he got lost in the pages of that book, he was still here with me—I admired it all.

Luca finally announced, and I sat quietly in the car as he parked the car and got out to open the door for me. Slowly, I eased out of the car. The ache in my head spiked up, and my knees gave out. Luca grabbed me, and I leaned my head against his chest, my vision blurring. I could hear him speaking to me, but I could barely make out the words. My vision turned white, and I lost consciousness. ... He buried his length deep into me, and I gasped, feeling myself clench hard as pleasure shot through my body. He kissed me deeply, and when he pulled away from my lips, I heard him speak. The sound of his deep voice sent pleasurable shivers down my spine.

Mafia Luca is the second most dangerous mafia in the city. He's well-known for various crimes such as murder, manslaughter, and sexual assault. Unlike William, he's more terrifying and shows no mercy. He has a strong aversion to forgiving people. Luca is a covetous individual who has a profound fondness for women. He frequently dons a black suit and is perpetually accompanied by a minimum of eight strong bodyguards. He is a womanizer and frequently engages in relationships with college girls. His extravagant spending on women knows no bounds; he is willing to purchase anything for them.

Only after they decided Lilly would come home, did they finally have time to see whose room was most comfy for their little mate. It was Luca’s. He was the most saint among the three of them. He was well known for his coldness towards women. He never did anything intimate with any woman in his entire life. He was a loyal Lycan even his human form could follow his Lycan’s instinct. It’s not rare that Declan and Finn suggest that at least his biological need to lose his tension. But Luca didn’t even care about their words. His mate was everything and he would wait until he found her to the end of the world.

"I told you we..." "It's not that," Luca interrupted swiftly. Deep down, he knew it was the opposite. After his trauma from his accident as a kid, he saw women as manipulators. But getting involved with Elena was new, interesting. From wanting her to loving her. The fact that she had this life that could potentially threaten their relationship in the future didn't sit well with him yet. Here's a proofread version of the chapter:

Chapter 24: New Beginning Luca woke up in a cold sweat. He had been having the same nightmare again, the one where Bruno shot Isabella. He sat up in bed and tried to calm his racing heart. He looked over at Ricardo, who was still asleep. Luca reached over and shook him awake. "Ricardo," he said. "I had the dream again." Ricardo opened his eyes and looked at Luca. "What dream?" he asked. "The one where Bruno shoots Isabella," Luca said. "I am worried. We need to do something."

Luca seemed to notice my quiet moments, the way I’d zone out mid-conversation. “Something’s on your mind,” he said after a while, leaning forward. “What is it?” I hesitated, weighing my options. Should I tell him? Confront him about the texts? What if he lied? What if he didn’t? “It’s nothing,” I said, forcing a smile. “Just... finals stress.” He studied me for a long moment, and I felt like he could see right through me. But he didn’t press. As the night went on, we talked, really talked. About childhoods, struggles, and the versions of ourselves we tried to hide from the world. Luca told me more about his father, the abuse he endured, and the way he clawed his way out by taking over.