Veils of Thorns

Veils of Thorns

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Luca DeLuca was never meant to be a king. Born into one of the most powerful mafia families, he was raised in the shadows of blood and violence-protected, sheltered, and kept far from the world his father ruled with an iron fist. But when Don Salvatore DeLuca is assassinated, everything changes. The empire his father built is now crumbling, threatened by enemies within and outside the family. Forced into a throne he never wanted, Luca must learn to navigate a world of betrayal, power, and brutal survival. He isn't a killer. Not yet. But in the mafia, power is earned in blood-and to lead, he must be willing to lose everything, including the last pieces of his soul. But Luca's battle isn't just against the underworld's deadliest players. It's against himself. As he struggles with the darkness seeping into his veins, a forbidden love threatens to shatter everything. Torn between the woman who makes him feel human and the ruthless empire that demands his loyalty, Luca must decide: Is he willing to sacrifice love for power? Or will love be his greatest weakness? In a world where trust is a death sentence and mercy is a myth, Luca DeLuca must either rise as a legend or die as a footnote.

Chapter 1 The Funeral of a King

Luca DeLuca never liked funerals.

The silence, the scent of freshly dug earth, the weight of a thousand unsaid words pressing against his ribs-it all felt suffocating. But today, he had no choice.

He stood in front of the open casket, staring down at the lifeless body of his father, Don Salvatore DeLuca. The man who once ruled this city with an iron fist now lay still, his hands folded neatly over his chest, his wedding band glinting under the dim light of the cathedral.

The sight didn't feel real. It was as if any moment now, his father would open his eyes, sit up, and bark out orders like he always did. But Luca knew better. A bullet to the head doesn't leave room for miracles.

The church was filled with men dressed in black, their faces grim, their whispers hushed. Made men. Killers. Liars. Backstabbers. All of them had sworn loyalty to his father. And yet, here they were, murmuring behind his back, already calculating their next move.

"The kid ain't ready."

"He's too soft."

"We need a real leader, not a college boy."

Luca clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He knew they doubted him. He'd spent his whole life on the outside of the family business, shielded from the blood and violence. His father wanted him to have a different life-a better one. But now, that choice was gone.

The heavy doors of the cathedral creaked open, and a new presence entered. Niccolo Romano, his father's right-hand man. A man built like a bear, with cold, calculating eyes that had seen more death than Luca ever would. He approached with slow, measured steps, stopping just short of the casket.

"Luca." His voice was rough, a warning wrapped in forced sympathy.

Luca lifted his chin, forcing himself to meet Niccolo's gaze.

"It's time," Niccolo said.

Luca swallowed hard. He knew what was coming. The ceremony. The moment he would either take his father's throne or be cast aside like a weakling.

A weight settled on his chest.

He was not ready.

But ready or not, this was his life now.

And there was no turning back.

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