Giulia X Luca Novels & Stories

Luca’s eyes were red now, his body coiled tight like a spring, trembling with rage. “Tell her no,” Fabiano snarled. “You fat, ugly pig!” Luca exploded, his fists clenched at his sides. “Tell her no!” Fabiano snapped again, tightening his grip on me. Luca looked at me. His eyes were all glassy with pain. “No,” he muttered, shutting them tight. Fabiano let out another laugh. Twisted bastard. “What an interesting little get-together this is,” he sneered. “You two make great company. In fact…”

Gavin pointed out and well, he did have a point, too. “Yeah, and? That’s not fair because I wasn’t in the academy yesterday and–” “Why weren’t you? That’s not my fault you weren’t there so it doesn’t matter. I technically saw her first so I should have the right to drive her and–” “No! I have the right to drive her!” Luca cut him off, his voice getting much higher, I was afraid people would start looking at us. The two started bickering like a couple who had been together for no less than three years.

Mafia Luca is the second most dangerous mafia in the city. He's well-known for various crimes such as murder, manslaughter, and sexual assault. Unlike William, he's more terrifying and shows no mercy. He has a strong aversion to forgiving people. Luca is a covetous individual who has a profound fondness for women. He frequently dons a black suit and is perpetually accompanied by a minimum of eight strong bodyguards. He is a womanizer and frequently engages in relationships with college girls. His extravagant spending on women knows no bounds; he is willing to purchase anything for them.

“We’ll see, caro nipote. Bring your fists. Bring your rage. But leave your army. This is between us. Man to man. De Rossi against De Rossi.” The line clicked dead. Luca lowered the phone slowly, his hand trembling not from fear but from the fury clawing through his veins. He turned, and in the doorway stood Nicolo and Cece, both watching him with unreadable expressions. “The vineyard,” Luca said, his voice like steel. “Midnight.” Nicolo cursed under his breath. Cece’s jaw tightened. Luca’s eyes darkened, his resolve absolute. “One way or another, this ends tonight. We need to get back to Italy right now if we are going to meet up with his time.”

Luca’s gaze drifted past the detective, unfocused, as if he were replaying it behind his eyelids. “I left the house around nine. I needed air.” His jaw tensed. “I was alone. No guards. I didn’t want them.” He didn’t look at me, but the words landed between us like an accusation all the same. “I took the coast road. About a mile past the old pier, I noticed headlights behind me. Close. Too close.” The detective scribbled something down. “Make and model?” “Red sedan. Couldn’t see the plates.” Beside him, Thomas Gallo spoke for the first time, his voice calm and precise. “We have traffic camera footage confirming a red sedan trailing your vehicle for several minutes prior to impact. The driver

I sold all the jewelry Luca gifted me and transferred most of our family's wealth into my account in Sicily. In the end, while I was waiting for my flight at the airport, Luca burst into the lounge with a horde of men behind him. "Elena!" His face was pale as his chest heaved, a crumpled document in his fist. Luca choked out, "Your legs … When could you … You're able to stand up now?" He stumbled forward, raising the document. "And this! You're going back to Bellavia? What are you doing? Are you leaving me?"

"Xandra, what… what did you say?" "I said, I don't know you," I replied clearly. "Don Salvatore, you must've mistaken me for someone else." "Impossible!" he shouted. "You're Xandra Caprese, my wife!" "Your wife?" I chuckled softly. "Isn't your wife the woman beside you, Ms. Cindy Newton? I recall your wedding being quite grand. I even sent you a 'gift'." Luca's face turned deathly pale. He finally understood. Everything had been my doing. I had started the fire because I no longer wanted him.

"Other than Vivian, who has ever seen Luca teach anyone himself?" The door opened. Luca entered first, with Nico, Dante, and Vivian behind him. Vivian had her hand tucked around Luca's arm. He didn't pull away, and he didn't explain. Nico spotted me and whistled. "Well, look who it is. The woman who almost became Mrs. Moretti." Someone laughed. "Her mouth said breakup, but her body knew exactly where to go. One day, and she's already back at Spade." "Guess Luca's [Whatever] was too cold last night. She came to make peace."

The driver took the wad of cash, hurried Luca onto the truck, and set off for the nearest military airstrip. Luca sat in the bumpy truck bed, clutching the phone that had just announced Bianca's death. He stared out the mud-splattered window, his lips trembling violently, as if he wanted to scream something at me, to beg me to stay, but in the end, not a single sound escaped his throat. I didn't look back. I just waved my gloved hand, as if brushing a speck of dirt from my shoulder. It was all over. The score between us was settled. There wasn't even enough left for hatred.

Immediately, Eliana put her hand down. "Good Morning, Sir, Ma'am," Luca kept the smile on his face while wishing both of them. "Good morning," Eliana wished him the same. "You are looking beautiful, Mrs. Ferrari," Luca complimented her. Eliana thanked him when Augustus intervened between them. "Luca, is everything prepared?" Augustus queried. "Yes, Sir. Please get into the car," Luca opened the door for them. Augustus gestured to Eliana who got into the car first, followed by Augustus. He unbuttoned his blazer and rested his head on the head restraint.