Romans & histoires How Old Is Luca Love Island

He snuggles into me. I am thinking for a moment, an idea springing to my mind. "Hmm how old is Luca anyway ?" "Well he just had his birthday like 3 weeks ago … so he must be 38 now". Tom says after thinking for a moment. "Oh he is older than you ?" I don't know why I expected him to be younger than Tom, maybe because Tom seems so much more … mature somehow. Tom scrunches up his forehead. "Does it surprise you ? I mean, Luca has a lot of greys, I don't". His hand touches his hair. "Do I really look older ?"

I say winking at her. ---------------------------------- Dinner is loud, warm, and entirely too normal for men who just approved coordinated retaliation across three cities. Wine flows. Plates refill endlessly. Halfway through the meal, Luigi leans back and eyes Luca. “You are thirty now.” Luca sighs immediately. “Here we go.” “Thirty. Per l’amor del cielo.” Zia Maria repeats. “No wife for you. No grandchildren for us.” She throws her arms in the air in exasperation.

I’d put up with Luca’s bullshit for three long years, and I was done. Ever since Mom married his dad, our house turned into his personal stage for every stupid, dirty joke he could come up with. Luca was twenty-four, cocky as hell, and thought he was the funniest guy alive. To me, he was just annoying.

After finishing the cleanup, I went to treat the wounds on my hands. As I passed a corner in the hallway, I vaguely overheard two family elders speaking in low voices. “Don Luca went too far today. Isabella is still his fiancée, after all.” “Haven’t you noticed? Don Luca no longer wants to go through with this marriage. That girl… Gianna has been receiving a lot of his favor lately. Isabella has neither family backing nor Don Luca’s affection anymore. I doubt this wedding will happen.” I stopped walking and leaned against the cold wall, suddenly feeling incredibly foolish.

He sighed, stood up, and flicked my forehead before moving past us. "Asshole," Luca called after him, and I giggled. "How old are you?" I asked, changing the subject. “Twenty-eight,” he replied. “Tchh - you’re grown,” I teased. “How old did you think I was?” “Like thirty-two.” Luca scoffed. “And then you still say I’m grown? Do I look that old?” “No, no, you look just fine. Too fine, even,” I giggled, squeezing his hand.

LUCA Isadora Rossi... She doesn’t know it, but I’ve known her longer than she thinks. It was four years ago, at one of the charity galas we both attended. I was 24, and she was 20. vibrant, defiant, and full of life. It was love at first sight.

"You didn't tell me you were coming in today." "Just a little old spontaneous visit." He grinned. "How's business?" "Good, good." She pulled back and looked between him and me with sharp, amused eyes. "I see you've met my newest girl." "Kassidy and I go way back," Luca replied. HUH? Way back, as in earlier this month? "Way back is generous," I replied with a nervous chuckle. "We've known each other for two weeks." Maria laughed and pointed at Luca. "Don't let this one charm you, mija. I've watched him charm half the girls in this city and leave them all confused." She patted my hand on the counter. "You seem smart. Stay that way."

ISABELLA'S POV Luca’s grip on my arm was too tight it could possibly rip through my soft flesh. I could even see my skin turning purple, his fingers warm but firm against my skin as he all but dragged me through the hallways of his massive villa. The encounter with the older man—Eliazer, if I could remember what Luca called him—still lingered in my mind, the way his eyes had narrowed at me, as if I were some stray animal that had wandered into a place I didn’t belong.

I pulled out my phone and handed it to him after unlocking it, “put your number in and I’ll text you.” “Yes, ma’am,” he drawled in his accented voice as he typed away and then handed my phone back to me. I looked down and saw that he labeled himself as “greatest love,” making me roll my eyes. I put my phone away and went back to walking with him falling back in step with me. “How old are you?” Luca asked me. “I’m nineteen, you?” I asked. “Seventy three,” he answered simply. I came to a halt, “why do you look so young?”

We said goodbye to each other before we hang up. I get down from the cab and made my way inside, I saw other workers going up and down and some people are bringing some things inside. "Hello dear," I jump a little hearing a voice because I was lost looking at what is happening around here. "Hello ma'am" I bow a little to greet her. "I am sorry for calling you back unexpectedly" "No problem ma'am" She moves closer to me and hugs me saying thanks. "I just need your help around here, Luca is coming back tomorrow and tomorrow is also his birthday but he did not celebrate his birthday again due to what happened to him some years ago," She said with sadness on her face.