Giulia X Luca Novels & Stories

My cheeks go hot just thinking about it. Luca Fontaine is the second of Charles and Giovanna's children together, and he's arguably the most famous. He's the only one to go full movie star (so far at least), and he's managed to snag roles in a few huge blockbusters, including the upcoming Cataclysm: Earth. He's got dirty-blond hair - the same shade as his mother's when she was his age - and the sort of bad-boy, devastatingly gorgeous looks that make girls want to throw their panties at him. I've seen pictures of his smile that made me want to weep. Seriously. The idea of flirting with him, of touching him? Makes me so nervous I think I might be sick.

“It’s not… it’s complicated, Sasha. That part of my past—” “Enough!” Luca snapped, his voice cutting through the air like a whip. “You’ve lied to her long enough. And now, it’s time for her to know the truth.” He looked directly at Sasha, his voice dripping with false compassion. “He was with someone else, Sasha. The woman in Paris? She wasn’t just a passing fling. She was—”

But the night had spiraled into chaos with the Petrov situation consuming Luca’s attention, and Sebastian’s careless revelation about Taylor had sliced through her like a blade. The car was suffocatingly silent, the low hum of the engine punctuated only by the occasional flex of Luca’s jaw, his hands steady on the wheel, this was actually the first time they have driven alone together. Luca was the embodiment of control, a mafia leader whose name alone commanded fear in the underworld. His dark eyes were fixed on the road, his expression unreadable, a wall of ice that Bella had never fully breached. She loved him, desperately, but his coldness left her grasping for scraps of connection. Now,

Jason soon returned with a priest. “Start the ceremony,” Lorenzo said. The priest hesitated, then began. Lucia felt a tight knot in her stomach because Lorenzo's hands were around her waist as she leaned on him like a child. “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Lorenzo signed the document. Lucia leaned forward, wincing. Something caught her eyes, his full name. Lorenzo Salvatore. Her stomach dropped. “You’re a Salvatore?” “Yes I am.” “As in the mafia?”

I'd slept late, reading through each and every word of the marriage contract. Twice. Everything seemed legit and it was a pretty good deal. All Luca wanted from me was loyalty to the mafia and to him so the whole image of the Martinelli familia wasn't destroyed. I didn't exactly care. I wasn't going to be with anyone any time soon. I pushed the door to his office open and I wasn't surprised to see they'd started planning without me. I just rolled my eyes and stood next to Maddox and listened to what Luca was saying. Something about finding a guy called Sante Di Laura. He was the head of the Vipers, the mafia that attacked but Sante was in hiding at the moment. Our tar

“You will separate from me. Legally and privately. Sofia will not be blindsided. Layla will not be contacted until I say so. And if you ever make her feel small, unsafe, or indebted to you, I will destroy you.” Luca nods once. “Understood.” “You don’t argue,” she observes. “There’s nothing to argue,” he replies. “You’re protecting your daughter. I respect that.” She studies him for a long moment. “I don’t hate you.” “I know.” “I hate that I still trust your discipline,” she adds. “So do I,” Luca says quietly. That night, Luca stands alone in the study, the city dark beyond the glass. He drafts the separation documents himself. Not because he has to. Because it’s cleaner that way.

He groaned out at his bad decision making skills when he slept with Matteo. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw it again. Not details. Not faces. Just the certainty in Matteos eyes. The certainity as he ended a life. The certainty that Matteo Alfonso De Luca was not a man you stumbled into by accident. He was not a mere summer fling. Not a dangerous fantasy. He was something real, something that existed in the world with rules and consequences Jamie didn’t understand When the golden rays finally broke out from the sky, it brought no relief.

His dark hair was streaked with silver at the temples, his tailored suit hung loose on a frame that had wasted away, his face lined with a exhaustion no amount of power could erase. The scar on his throat stood out pale and stark against his skin. “Isa,” he said, his voice rougher than I’d ever heard it, broken. I set the glass down on the shelf, my movements calm. “You shouldn’t be here, Luca. You know the authorities are hunting you the second you step outside the EU.” He didn’t care. He stepped forward, his eyes never leaving mine, and spilled every word he’d carried for a year. He’d annulled his marriage to Sofia, exposed every lie and set-up she’d engineered, run the Lombardi family out

I replied. He turned his face towards me at the same time that I looked at him. We gazed into each other's eyes for a short while before he gave me a big smile that made my heart pound. "That's good. Then we can proclaim our love using our bodies tonight," he said. "Luca!" I exclaimed, looking at the driver again to see if he was listening. I made a mental note to tip him generously, seeing that his attention was still on the road. Now, let's go back to the matter at hand. How loose could Luca's mouth be? Did he feel no shame saying this? But again, why would he? He was a playboy, after all.

He asked Luca Lombardi. "Yesterday Miss Lucrezia left the party after breaking off her engagement with Primo Zappa." Luciano laughed with satisfaction. "Really?" "It is, Signor." Lombardi said. Instantly, Luciano's feelings improved. His heart became a bit unburdened. "It's good then. We don't need to use the dirty ways for the Zappa family." "Yes, Signor. You're right." Luciano wrapped around a large towel around his waist, deciding that his swimming time was over. "Give these women a big fee. They have accompanied me well."