Angry Pucca Novels & Stories

he sniffs. “He's only dreaming! What a badmouth simp, he even cusses in his dream!” I hiss. He lifts his arm. I look so excited at him. “Carefully!” I whisper, grabbing the phone. You're so dead Angelo Dellucci, I'll hunt you down! I thought with a smirk. Suddenly the phone rang! It was so loud that it got me screaming for my life, trying to step back, my towel drops. Angelo turns around in a panic attack. “Oh my Goddddddd!” he stammered. “Nak...Naked, his cheeks turn red.”

"I want to know how you're actually doing. Not the sanitized version you give Dr. Patel or Marco. The real answer." Luca was quiet for a long moment. Then he said, "I'm angry all the time. At Viktor, at the people who hurt me, at you for not finding me sooner, at myself for being weak enough to get taken in the first place. I'm angry and I don't know what to do with it." "You weren't weak. You were nineteen and vulnerable and targeted specifically because of me." "I know that logically. But logic doesn't change how I feel." Luca pulled his knees up onto the bench. "Dr. Patel says anger is part of the healing process. That I need to let myself feel it instead of pushing it down."

Then the puck drops, and Mercer comes at me like a fucking freight train. I barely have time to react before he slams into me, hard, sending a sharp jolt through my ribs. It’s not a clean hit, not a calculated play, it’s messy, aggressive, fueled by something raw and unchecked. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t chirp me like he normally would, doesn’t smirk or bait me into reacting. He just wants to hurt me. And fuck, do I love it.

Gianni “Why would he leave just like that? I don’t even know why I am here! You better call him or I will walk out of here and I don’t give a fuck about his lies about gunmen and wild animals.” I told her angrily. I wasn’t angry at her. I was angry at Luca but she was here so she had to feel the brunt of my anger. If she doesn’t want it then she can call him to come back and fix the mess he made.

“Acting in anger won't take us anywhere!” Luca huffed with a glare aimed my way. “But she started it! I'm gonna make sure she regrets it.” “I started it?” A maniacal laugh escaped me. “You’re the one who tormented me ALL WEEK! You called me names! Slut, whore, cum dumpster, you fucking name it!” I heard Angela choke and felt Carlo go rigid against me but I didn't stop there. “You know what, Luca? Go right ahead and disrespect me. Call me a slut all you want but we both know I've only had Carlo's cock in me and you're just so freaking jealous about that! Would you like to hear how thick, long, and pretty, Carlo's co—”

Leaving me completely gobsmacked and standing gawping like a complete moron. He knows how to push my buttons alright; anger buttons, and I am fuming as horny heat is replaced with fiery anger. I just blink at him, my heart pounding, pride wounded and a tiny tremor of rage simmering inside of me like a dull ember trying to catch alight. Breathing hard and just locked on that gaze in a silent war of ‘who the fuck do you think you are?’ Carrero is an utter fucking arsehole of epic proportions. He is no gentleman at all!!!

*Luca* I put effort into every gallop and let the rage propel my body forward. I have made a mess, yes, but had they needed to wade in it ? I snarl and slap after a defenseless branch that hangs in the way. The thigh-thick branch breaks off right at the trunk, but I continue the wild sprint preoccupied with my inner angry debate.

and they are turning. Rico almost couldn't contain his anger when he read the text. He was ready to smash the phone onto the dining table, and yell cusses, but one look at Calla was enough to keep him at bay. He couldn't afford risking the new found peace with her, which was a strange occurrence to him. He shouldn't give a fuck about what she thinks of him or feels towards his anger and rage. He's a grown man. A vicious man who leads five deadly and dangerous territories in the mafia world. What a mere escort thought of him meant nothing.

part with a heavy, deliberate dose of mockery, explicitly aiming to dig right into Matteo’s nerves. The sound of Matteo grinding his teeth echoed right in my ear, and I felt his massive frame surge forward to make another move on Rocco. Taking a deep breath, I dialed my inner Pucca drama queen mode up to eleven. "Ohhh..." I gasped, placing a hand against my forehead and leaning heavily into the theatrics. "M-My blood pressure just did a weird thing... it completely tanked. Matteo, can you find me a lemonade, like, urgently?"

“What do you know that can help me? If you don’t know anything like that then get out of my face,” Luca barked out. He was angry and couldn’t keep his anger in check. He needed to find that bitch before she did anything that would harm Nora, he couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to her.