Luca Ercole Romane & Geschichten

As the limousine rolled through the streets of North Central Philadelphia, the two men sat in contemplative silence, each lost in their own thoughts as they plotted the downfall of the Rinaldi empire. Meanwhile, The black G-Wagon 360 pulled up at the abandoned warehouse, its tinted windows concealing the occupants within. Luca emerged first, his broad frame clad in a black tank top and a grey jacket. Enzo, his protégé, followed closely behind him. Enzo is Luca, Dominic and Isla's distant cousins, recently he has taken an apprentice role at Luca’s side.

It's unmistakable. It's Luca.

Lucia quickly stood up, her heart racing, ready to welcome him. "Mr. Romano," she greeted with a quick bow as she saw Andrea entering the room. Andrea flashed her a smile, and for some inexplicable reason, Lucia felt her heart flutter. Despite being in his fifties, Andrea possessed a charm that could still captivate any woman. From her research, Lucia knew that he had a son, Luca, before entering college. After high school, Andrea's family arranged for him to marry a business colleague's daughter, and fortunately, they fell deeply in love. Luca was born even before they attended college or got married. However, his wife tragically passed away five years into their marriage. Since then, Andre

delegation. Luca had arrived ten minutes early, flanked by two associates who looked like they had been grown in a lab specifically for corporate warfare. To his left was Elena, a woman with a sharp bob and eyes that dissected spreadsheets like they were forensic evidence. To his right was Marcus, a man whose silence felt more tactical than passive. And then there was Luca. He had traded the casual, "sugar boy" softness of our private encounters for a slate-gray suit that screamed authority.

Luca's voice snapped me out of my deep thoughts as I looked into his eyes with a small smile. "My company is organising an important event for Mr Greco, you know his son is going to become the next CEO of his company. The Villa Erba stood up to my and Mr Greco's expectations, but you know the process of booking an appointment, so I was wondering if you could help me find a reservation" Luca nodded with a smile as he raised his glass in the air. "Consider it done. Anything for you, Senorita" My body went stiff when I heard a low growl beside me. I glanced at Armando only to see him subtly glaring at Luca. Was he jealous?

The Virelli Estate sat under a pale gray sky, its sharp angles and manicured perfection feeling colder than ever as Luca stepped out of his car. He didn’t wait for an escort. The guards opened the door the moment they saw his face, stone carved, unreadable, and quickly looked away. This time, Luca wasn’t here as a son. He was here as a CEO demanding answers. The door to Paolo’s study swung open without a knock. His father looked up from behind his desk, frown immediately tugging at his mouth.

Luca purred, still holding her hand like it belonged to him. And she let him. “You see, cara mia, I’m Luca Vicenzo. I own the Ratel Hotel. The Ratel businesses. Empires, riches, and a taste for spoiling pretty little things like you.” He smirked at me. “What do you say? One dance? I’m sure this ogre bores you to death.” “You forgot to add that you’re a mafia Don who kills pretty little things like her,” I cut in, voice sharp enough to slit throats.

He bent down and tried to help Carol up but he had been so bruised that he couldn't do so without a groan and Carol was already weak from the whole squabble. “What of Veronica?” Carol asked, still clutching her bloodied shoulder as they walked on. “She was the mole and I believe she pays for it with her life,” Luca replied dismissively with a groan. “What of Clara and the other staff? Did they die in the battle too?” “Let's get you to safety first before any other thing” Luca replied, trying so hard to find his balance and pull her up to himself. “Where exactly is that?” She groaned. “You’ll see,” he murmured but as they began to walk out, something else happened.

It seems like they are more likely to start a war though. There is Luca DeLuca who was tall, lean with dark stormy eyes that carried a weight beyons his years. There was a sharp intelligence behind them and the kind that made me wonder how many bodies he had left in his wake to get to this table. He didn’t speak much only watching and observing as if he was still learning how to maneuver within this world but there was no doubt in my mind that he belonged. And then there was Enzo Ricci broader than Luca but just as intense with his jaw clenched tight as he listened to the older men speak. Unlike Luca who remained reserved Enzo had a quiet snd simmering energy about him like he was always one

It just couldn’t be, Lucian could not be the wolf, he just couldn’t be. Now thinking about it, she never asked how he knew all he knew about the barghest or the ‘actual’ Greek and Roman history. Most of all, about the supernatural, she had initially coined it to being a history professor. It was sort of his job to know all that, right?