Giulia X Luca Novels & Stories

I said, my voice firm. “There are no options,” Leonardo muttered. “How much do you need, we can work with a monetary token.” “I have more than enough of what you are offering to give me; we'll stick with me taking Giulia.” Alessandro whispered to Mario, "This could be our only chance." Franco nodded in agreement. Lorenzo remained still, his expression unreadable. The room hung in suspense, awaiting Antonio's response. “Marco De Luca is here,” a bodyguard who had hurried in said and Giulia turned pale.

"A piece of paper and a girl you hate? Good luck taking over the city with that." Luca stood up then. The van swayed as we took a sharp turn, and he used his good hand to steady himself against the roof. He moved across the small space until he was towering over me, his shadow swallowing me and Enzo both. He leaned down, his face inches from mine. I could smell the bitterness of the coffee he’d had at the gas station. "I’m bringing back the truth," he whispered. "And I’m bringing back the woman who is going to help me burn Silvio to the ground."

Giulia looked at me for a long moment. Then she laughed. Real, sudden, completely genuine. "God," she said. "Luca has absolutely no idea what he's got." "He's starting to figure it out." "Yes." She was still smiling. "I can see that. It's terrifying him slightly." She leaned forward. "That's good by the way. Men like my brother need to be slightly terrified by their wives. It keeps them honest." She told me things about the family during those two weeks that nobody else had.

I murmur. The door hasn't even fully closed when a deep, velvety voice comes from the driver's seat. "Hello, sister-in-law." My blood turns to ice in my veins. Luca. He’s sitting behind the wheel in a black shirt; his sleeve is rolled up, revealing his powerful, tattooed forearm. The dark ink seems to shift as his muscles flex when he adjusts the rearview mirror. I look into the mirror, and his stormy gray eyes lock onto mine.

Lia moaned loudly, her breasts jolting hard with each thrust. A lewd scent lingered in the lounge, and several elders from the Famiglia saw what was happening and looked embarrassed, but no one ventured to stop them. In the meantime, Dad—Carlo Rossi—stood by the window and looked away. "You're already too late, Elvira," Lia said as she panted, her face glowing with the aftershocks of climax. She didn't pause for a second—if anything, she moved more fervently, deliberately drawing out the obscene sounds of their intimate encounter. "You ought to know that Luca loves me and that we're already together."

At the rate with which she was cutting away, my hand would have become numb, by the time I'd be done. She looked up at me once she was halfway, and pointed at the vegetables. “See? Not hard.” I wish. I was already pulling the tray, and praying to God not to do something stupid, when Luca walked in. “Signora West, I thought you were in your room?” He asked, and I shook my head. Guilia had told me that he was brothers with Dante. And from all the time I'd been observing him, they were nothing alike. Luca like I'd noticed, was a ladies man. He always had a woman with whom he spent the night. And Guilia always fired rapid Italian, whenever any of them tried sneaking out the next morning. I presu

LORENZO VINCENT When Luca pulled into the parking lot, I stepped out and took the car keys from his hand without a word. He paused behind me. “Do you need me to do anything else, sir?” I didn’t even glance at him. “No.” My voice came out flat and firm. Giulia was curled in the passenger seat, already asleep, her head tilted awkwardly, and her lips slightly parted. The sedative was supposed to knock her out for at least an hour.

A few moments later,Luca swiped to a video and was so stunned that he sat up straight. "Holy shit!" "Why are you so startled?" Raphael glanced up at him. Luca got up and sat beside Raphael, he handed him his cell phone and asked, "Do you think this person is Andrea?" Raphael took the phone and glanced at it, nodding his head, "Well, yes, it's her." They didn’t really expect that Sebastian’s wife who was a country girl was this good at car racing.

"That shoulder-length man with long hair is Xavier de Luca, son of Javier de Luca." I looked at Gabriella in surprise. Never thought that I could see the child of one of the trillionaires from Italy. Indeed, they always maintain privacy, there was never even a media that could take pictures of their family members. Just like Rhysand did. "And the guy in front of him is Maxel Roe. I don't know who he is, but I'm sure he's one of those world conglomerates who never showed anything to any media."

Back in Sicily, Luca stared out over the vineyards as the call ended. He said nothing for a long while. Just stood, wind curling through his dark hair. Then, he turned to Giulia, who lingered nearby. “She knows,” he said. Giulia’s lips parted. “About Mateo?” “About everything.” Silence. Finally, he whispered, “She’s going to burn it all.” Giulia’s eyes shimmered. “And what will you do?” A pause. “I’ll help her light the match.”