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Quickly hidden behind that wall of sarcasm. “You think I planned this?” Alessio continued. “That I wanted to be sold off to some repressed mafia prince who hates himself for wanting dick?” Luca flinched. Alessio slid out of bed, naked and unashamed, walking to the en-suite. “Don’t worry, husband. I won’t make you touch me again. Wouldn’t want to taint your precious straight-boy soul.” The bathroom door closed. Water started running. Luca sat there, fists clenched on his thighs.

He demanded, trying as much as possible to hide the panic I had already spotted, rearing its ugly head and destroying his ego. “I mean,” Luca said, leaning in to whisper in his ear, loud enough for me to hear, “I’m a part of Damon Vyon’s criminal circle, now.” “An ally to your sworn enemy,” he added, smirking. “How does that feel? Huh?!” Sworn enemy? What the heck were these two on about? Before Aldo could recover from his shock and say any more words, Luca had already breezed out of the office, slamming the door shut behind him.

Kain remarked. Luca jerked as if slapped. “I’m n-not, your-r a-anything,” he hissed. “You h-have sinful—h-homosexual t-thoughts about-t me—” Kain laughed, loud, sharp, and altogether too ridiculous, as if the phrasing alone was a joke. “You belong to me now,” Kain stated, amusement lacing his voice. “That’s not a metaphor.” “I’m n-not your whore. I’m n-not—I’m n-not g-g-gay.” Each word emerged like a cough, laced with shame, his voice breaking between disbelief and rage.

If I wanted answers—real answers—I’d have to get close to Luca. Luca Del Vecchio. His name had been whispered in every corner of this city—the billionaire who threw extravagant charity galas by day and ran the city’s underworld by night. No one said it outright, of course. You didn’t accuse Luca of anything if you wanted to live to see the sunrise.

He rested his elbows on his thighs and wiggled his brows expectantly. Luca winced at the words that made him realize that his friend knew very well that he'd been celibate for the last three years, but he quickly put a smile on his face. “What can I say? It was okay, nothing special.” “Oh.” Caleb almost looked deflated. “I thought she would be the kind who knew all the right positions. She sure looked like it.” Luca felt his gut twist with anger and shame at the lie he'd just told. The woman was probably exactly the type Caleb was talking about, and Luca would've known if SOMETHING had actually happened between them.

After luca spotted a loop hole in the contract, i was able to reconfirm the terms from alberto. I was skeptical about this whole arrangement thing at first but i'm left with no choice. The problem now is finding who would be fit to be my wife for the next one year, it's not going to be an easy task, considering my relationship history. So here i was with my cousin and luca trying to brain storm on an appriopriate wife. I had already informed luca of the loop hole and he agreed we tool that route.

In what century? “Relax, baby, she’s not homophobic. She’s the same. Luca must be going nuts because you won’t let him fuck you or touch you. He’s running amok, love. I, on the other hand, enjoy watching him lose his shit. But he cares about you, Isabella. He does,” Macini spoke, shrugging before wrapping his arm around Antonio’s waist, drawing him even closer. “Well, I find that hard to believe. He’s insane,” I retorted. Both men exchanged glances and then looked back at me.

I say. "That's not an answer." "It's the only one you're getting right now." Luca throws off the blanket with sudden violence, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He sways, grabbing the nightstand for support. "No. No, you don't get to do that. You don't get to hide behind your walls and your secrets anymore. Matteo was my brother. My blood. And you've been lying to me this entire time." "I never lied to you."

two people! Deciding to perfect the act, I turn around to Andy. "I'm gay." He says it again as if I don't already know. "And your man is hot. The way he is glowering at me, I don't want someone to detach my head from my body." I'm smiling at him even though he is saying something stupid. I just want to piss Luca off. Andy blows a kiss at me and announces loudly. "Sleep tight, beautiful." I catch the kiss and place it against my heart. Smiling dreamily at him while he walks out. I slowly shut the door and step into the room, the smile never leaving my face. I can feel the steam radiating from Luca's glare, but I ignore it and walk over to my bed. Without bordering on changing, I fall on the b