The Lost De'Luca

Chapter Sixty Nine

Gabriella's POV:

I went back to my room just in time to hear my phone ringing. It was Alessio. I wonder what he could possibly want.

"Hi" I said awkwardly.

"How are you?" His deep.voice sounded through the phone.

"I'm alright. What about you?" I asked, slightly awkward.

"I'm okay. I wanna ask you something if you don't mind," he said a little hesitantly and I frowned slightly wondering what he wanted to say.

"What is it?" I asked curiously.

"Do you know any guy called Luke?" he asked, and I froze. How does he know about Luke, what does he know?.

Alessio's POV-(a few hours earlier)

It had been an entire week since I talked to Marco, yet he hasn't given me any information on that caller. I called him up to five times today, and he hasn't even bothered to call back. I tried to call him one more time, if he still didn't respond, then I'll have no choice but to go to his house again, and it won't be good for him.

I grunted in frustration as the call went on but still no answer, I was about to end the call when the idiot finally picked up. "What?!" he barked harshly, as if I was disturbing his precious slumber.

"Did you forget what I asked you to do?" I growled menacingly, my patience wearing thin, I was never a fan of waiting.

"Fuck no," he retorted, his tone sounded defensive and my face darkened even more. "I've been busy, and it slipped my mind to call you. But I've got the information now. I'll send you a location; meet me there," he said, before abruptly hanging up.

I clenched my jaw in annoyance, my anger building drastically. I loathed it when people made me wait and showed no remorse for their actions. If he wasn't of use to me, I would have killed him by now.

My phone beeped, and I received an address: "Oceanview Cafe, 808 Oceanview Drive." I took a shower, got dressed, and put on my mask. I hopped on my bike and drove to the location.

As I arrived, I spotted a chair outside the cafe and took a seat, looking around. The idiot was nowhere to be seen. I checked my watch for what felt like the hundredth time, growing increasingly irritated. How hard was it for someone to be punctual?

I pulled out my phone and tried calling him again. Just as I was about to dial, I heard a voice behind me.

"I'm assuming the person you're about to call is me?" He said with a stupid grin on his face and my fists itched with a desire to punch him.

I turned slightly, seeing Marco walking towards me. He sat down in front of me, and I glared at him angrily.

He raised his hands in mock surrender. "Sorry, man. Traffic was bad."

I narrowed my eyes, my annoyance growing even more. I could tell he wasn't really sorry which annoyed me even more. "Save it," I growled.

Marco's expression turned serious, and he leaned in closer. "Let's get down to business, then."

I nodded, my eyes never leaving his face. "Tell me what you found out"

Marco hesitates, glancing around before leaning in closer. "The burner phone was registered to a prepaid service. But I managed to bypass the security and track the call."

My eyes narrowed as I looked at him"And?"

Marco's voice drops to a hushed whisper. "The call was made by a person named Luke. No surname, no other information. Just Luke."