Lucca II

LUCCA II (MADE MEN, #10) SARAH BRIANNE MADE MEN SERIES READING ORDER Nero Vincent Chloe Lucca Angel Drago Maria Dominic Dark Ties: Dante Lucca II Young Ink Press Publication YoungInkPress.com Copyright © 2022 by Sarah Brianne Edited by CD Editing and Hot Tree Editing Cover Art by Young Ink Press All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Connect with Sarah, facebook.com/AuthorSarahBrianne instagram.com/authorsarahbrianne youtube.com/sarahbrianne-author SarahBrianne.com CONTENTS Content Warning Prologue 1. The Day I am Made 2. From Child to Man 3. Little Psychopath in the Making 4. How Long Have You Smoked? 5. The Glock and God had Spoken 6. The Death of a Friendship 7. Two Deals in One Chapter 8. Why They Called Him One-Shot 9. The Day He Had Been Waiting For 10. A New Era 11. UMW: Ultimate Mafia Wife 12. Back to the Old Ways 13. Taking Down the Patriarchy 14. The Village Idiot 15. WWMD. What Would Maria Do. 16. I Told You I Wouldn’t Whack Him 17. I’m So Sorry, Sweetie; We’ll Pray for You. 18. A Promise Only a Boogieman Could Keep 19. A Suspect 20. Surprise, Motherfucker 21. Pro Tip: Give Adalyn Skittles to Make Her Shut Up 22. Do You Know Who He Is? 23. Take a Lucky Guess 24. His Father’s Son After All 25. Loose Ends 26. Where the Flowers Grow 27. Meant to Be Epilogue One Epilogue Two Reincarnate Desired By Doom Jamie Begley Chapter 1 Chapter 2 CONTENT WARNING Strong violence and more fucked up shit lies ahead… PROLOGUE THE RETURN OF THE BOOGIEMAN Lucca dropped the white paper bag covered in grease stains, letting it slip through his fingers. The second it hit the cold concrete floor, you could hear the harsh clanking of chains as the dirty creature crawled from where it had been hiding in the darkened corner and into the glow of the light. Taking the metal chair from the wall, Lucca unfolded it and placed it in front of the ravenous being before he sat down. There were two feet of cold floor separating them—the first foot was for safety, but the second was for his nose, because not even the strong scent wafting off the bag could mask the stench. The thing before him had once been human, even though his name, Lucifer, said otherwise, and while he had lived up to his name with his once wicked ways, he was still human, nonetheless. Now Lucifer Luciano, the former mob boss of the Luciano family, was closer to being an animal than a man. It was fitting, Lucca supposed; he always thought made men were just animals hiding beneath their expensive Italian suits. He knew it because … He was one, too. He was known as the Boogieman of Kansas City, and there was no one left to rival his cruel reputation as his enemy now sat in chains. He figured, in another universe, the roles could be reversed. It might have been Lucca shoving the burger and fries down his throat as if he were a dog eating his last meal while Lucifer stood above him. Thankfully, however, in this world, that wasn’t the case. There wasn’t much that could turn Lucca’s stomach, but slowly watching the outside of Lucifer match the inside had been something else entirely. The transformation seemed to even resonate with a part of Lucca’s own sick brain because … What lived in Lucifer lay dormant in him. The sickness that lurked just below the surface only stayed there because he had taught himself control, letting it only seep out during opportune times, if it could bring him closer to his ultimate goal. Lucifer’s, however, didn’t ever live beneath the surface; his sickness cocooned him, only getting thicker with age. But now the hard shell had been cracked with Lucifer’s loss of power, as Lucca had forced him out, blooming the disgustingly helpless creature into its final form. The sight of it all should turn his stomach knowing he, too, could have ended up just like Lucifer … but then he would remember why Lucifer had come to be here in the first place, and suddenly, the rotten smell of flesh became satisfying enough for him to move his chair a foot closer. At the movement, Lucifer cowered mid-bite, only returning to his ravenous ways when his captor didn’t make another move. Lucca didn’t have to do anything else. Having him cower before him was enough to satiate the thoughts that ran through his head. It was the scars carved into a young girl that had brought them both here, inside this concrete room. Unluckily enough for Lucifer, the carvings he had cut into that young girl’s porcelain skin many years ago had become the scars that Lucca had fallen in love with at first sight. That scarred girl was also the reason he wouldn’t be the one on the cold, hard floor, because she alone kept the monster within. With a last bite, Lucifer licked his fingers, sucking off any grease left behind, along with any crumbs left under his nails. Lucca could see that, like a starved animal, once his hunger was satiated, a trace of the old Lucifer returned to his black orbs. “What’s the occasion?” “The occasion?” Lucca asked, not knowing what Lucifer meant while carefully noting a hint of his prisoner’s old voice had returned, as well. “The suit.” Lucifer dropped his eyes to Lucca’s all-black, custom-made garment. “I’ve only seen you wear it a handful of times … when the Boogieman