Rob Lucci Figure Novels & Stories

He blinks it away like a guilty thing. “You’ll never serve another family again,” he says quietly. “Not in this life.” He picks up a pistol from the table…..polished steel, engraved with the Bianchi crest. It gleams in the dim light like a holy relic. Luciano walks up to the first man, the one who begged the hardest. He forces him to his knees in front of the old stone wall. “Look at me,” Luciano orders. The man looks up, tears streaming down his face.

Comfortable and stylish for a double agent. I went down the stairs that led to the main room of the mansion and found Lucca standing in front of the bar. He was pouring a drink into his glass and turned when he sensed my presence. He looked really handsome, wearing black pants and a white shirt under his overcoat . The white sneakers gave the look a relaxed look.

Rocco started "When I checked, I was still in your father prison when you went with him. If I am not mistaken, I would say you know her as Alita Roberto the daughter of Casey and Jay Roberto who escaped with her one-day-old brother Gio twelve years ago" Lu went rigid, his heart began to pound loudly as his jaw began to move. He raised his head and sighed. "Where did you get the information from?" Lu asked dryly. Rocco smiled, he walked to the windows and closed the blinds. He took the chair from the second table and sat opposite Lu, a weird smile spread across his face. For the first time in a while, Lu noticed his face scar that went across his left ear to his cheek and stop right below his

Luca nodded his head and then tied him on the chair. "I'll ask for one more time Rocus,tell me where are my weapons?"I asked him sitting across him while Luca took out a knife from his pocket. "No I won't tell you because my father has hidden it somewhere I and my brother have no idea."He denied to tell. "Luca," And next Luca cut off his dick.Robin's ear defeaning screams collided with the walls. "Now tell us Niccoli or next are your balls."I said. "I don't know.I swear."He shouted yelping in pain.

"You are going to help by giving me information on these men." The four pictures were of Blair, Luca, Max and strangely Luciano. Of course, I knew Luciano's picture was at least four years old considering Leo had killed him four years ago but judging by the chubby baby cheeks on Luca and innocent expression of Max's face, I would guess that they were all old photos. In Blair's picture, he was stood by a car that he hadn't even had since the first year I was with Leo which was now seven years ago.

“Heh! Is that so? Lucca chuckled coldly. “I verified the keepsake with the higher-ups already! The master only gave his memento to a few people! “You’re not even included in the list! “That’s why! The card’s fake! Lucca showed a smile while tearing the card to pieces. “Don’t think you can deceive us with a fake card, Harvey! Don’t try to use me and run away! “There’s nothing you can do! “I’m not afraid of anything! Not even death! “For the glory of the Bauer family, I’ll take you down even if I die!” After seeing Lucca’s controlling and bold look, Harvey nodded.

Romero added. "What about the branding?" I asked. Vic nods and pulled up a picture of a branded skin. It was Luca Romano. The man who used to be the head of the Romano Mafia. After the last time that we retaliated against them, Luca was left heavily wounded. We never confirmed his death and he never showed up afterward either. My breath hitched as I realized that it was the same as Luke's. Luca Romano was the heir before his father. Romero looked over at me with concern in his eyes.

The underground armory echoed with the metallic sound of weapons being loaded while Francesco soldiers prepared large trucks aboveground. Black shirts. Bulletproof vests. Silver weapons were laid neatly across long steel tables. Chaos wrapped in discipline. Roberto stood at the center of it all fastening a holster beneath his jacket with cold precise movements. His face remained unreadable. But his eyes— His eyes looked murderous. “We leave in ten minutes,” he said calmly. No one questioned him. Not after the mirror. Not after finding him half-dead beneath it. His right-hand man, Luca, approached cautiously. “You’re certain she’s there?”

Roy ducked it like it was nothing, grabbed the front of Brighton’s harness, yanked him forward, and drove another fist into his stomach. Brighton doubled over, coughing blood onto the floor. Roy’s chest heaved, knuckles split and shining red. His voice came out low, lethal. “Say it again. Call her that one more time. See what happens.” The room had gone quiet enough that I could hear my own pulse roaring in my ears. Then— A hand clamped around Roy’s bicep. Luca. He’d appeared from nowhere—shirtless, still damp from the shower, black boxer briefs slung low, hair dripping onto his shoulders. Muscles coiled, eyes dark.

I whispered as the driver’s side door opened. “Luca?” I deep voice echoed across the road. It was a small road that I couldn’t remember ever being on. “Rook!” Luca sighed in relief. Leaning forward, he placed his hands on his knees, letting out a small laugh. Rook was just as tall as Luca. With shorts hanging off his hips, every inch of his torso was covered in tattoos. His ears had spacers in them, piercings all over his face and was solid muscle. There was a beautiful mark on his collarbone that told me he had found his mate. Three more men stepped out of the car and looked around for any danger.