Giulia X Luca Novels & Stories

he says before walking away, leaving me to be alone. I bring myself over to a smirking Gianna as she thinks about the encounter that she just witnessed. "Are you sure you want to find Jack? Luca is so much better plus he's like totally in love with you." She says whilst laughing. "No he's not, we're just friends." I say as I allow her to lead me to where I assume Xion might be. "Does he know that?" She jokes. I ignore her statement as I choose to instead change the subject, no longer wanting to talk about Luca.

And her words sounded too forced. Was she really glad to see me? Or would I be another competitor in her way? She never really liked me from day one, and I wasn't sure if that would change any time soon. "I'm glad to be back," I responded smoothly, letting my fingers lace into Giovanni's again. "So where's Luca?" Luciano snorted, "he's out with that girl of his. A date or something." Giovanni scoffed, his lips curling into a smirk. "A date? I didn't know he knew how to spell romance."

Luca whined, making Olivia stare at him in disbelief. Olivia had seen Luca's playful attitude more than once, but she was quite surprised because Luca was doing it in front of Lorraine and Sabrina. "Are you comfortable here?" Zello asked again. Compared to Luca, who was mischievous and cheeky, Zello was colder and spoke less, similar to Geremia, Olivia's brother-in-law. As fate would have it, the person she remembered suddenly appeared. Yes, Dr. Geremia, the husband of Rianna, her adopted sister, appeared behind Luca and also greeted Olivia, who was still not over her surprise at the presence of Zello and Luca.

He was almost blushing. What can be it? I thought. Luca was coming behind us, " Good morning, sir. " Magro greeted Luca. Magro was unable to leave his smile. Luca smiled and glanced at him, " Are you getting married? " He asked. " How do you know? " Alisa winced but the blush crept to her pink cheeks still. Okay! They both are getting married. I smiled at the thought. But it faded immediately when my mind flashed the more output. Definitely, Luca is the most powerful. Magro is part of it. If she... " We are getting married. " Alisa broke the chain of my thoughts, exclaiming loudly like a child.

"Dante is the one who truly loves you! You ungrateful..." The ballroom instantly fell silent. Luca set down his wine glass and walked over to Giulia. He looked down at her, his tone calm. "You just said she's carrying a child?" Giulia was pushed back a step by his presence but still tried to stand her ground. "So what if she is? She's pregnant with someone else's child!" "I know." Luca calmly interrupted her and looked back at me, his eyes softening slightly. "That's her child. It has nothing to do with anyone else."

Xavier’s mouth fell ajar when he saw Guilia Guerra. “Did Dante send you here to convince me?” He asked, and Guilia let out a brief chuckle. “I believe we have unfinished business, Mr. Ajello,” Guilia spoke, trying to conceal her feelings for him, but truly all her mind wanted to do was kiss him. “How do you mean?” He asked, and she raised her left cheek. “Last night, our tongues danced to the tune of lust, and our bodies were inseparable.” Xavier’s eyes widened when she said this, and then it turned into a frown.she was probably pulling his legs, he thought, but there was no atom of smile hidden in her face.

“I know everyone, and I definitely would’ve remembered you.” “Well, now you’ve met me,” I said, forcing a small smile. “Renee.” “Adrian,” he replied, offering his hand. “And what brings someone like you to a place like this?” Before I could answer, a shift in the room’s energy cut through the conversation. People subtly straightened, their attention drawn toward one man. Luca. He was moving toward us, his steps slow and deliberate. Adrian straightened, his smirk slipping into something more respectful.

His voice boomed. "You changed a lot. You couldn't have real fun after Giulia died, and here you are, almost falling in love with another girl but you're not really interested in her at the same time. I'm sure Giulia also wants you to be happy. Why can't you let it go?” Luca scoffed. "Why can't I let it go? We are the two last survivors of our bloodline. Giulia fucking died, while pregnant by me!” "Then make another baby, you don't have to love before having sex!”

“I am yours. Completely.” That final night in the villa, Luca was gentler. He made love to Adrian for nearly two hours slow, deep thrusts, constant kisses, whispered declarations of love. He stayed buried inside him the entire time, only moving when the pleasure became too much to bear. As they lay together in the dark, still connected, Luca spoke into the quiet: “Once we reach Florence, I’m going to start making real plans. Not just running. I’m going to end this. One way or another.”

***** **** **** **** **** **** **** ***** Luca had been the first on the scene. His battered Fiat had rolled up then—a dented relic, headlights dim. He’d been heading home, a mile from his flat, craving a shower to wash off the day’s grime—sweat, cigar smoke, the weight of loyalty. He slowed, peering through the windshield; the Maybach’s mangled frame caught his eye—license plate bent but readable: JRC-1.