Luca And Alberto Fanart Novels & Stories

He tilted his chin up instead, meeting that stare head-on. Up close, Luca smelled like gun oil and something expensive—sandalwood, maybe. Dangerous. “You think this is a joke?” Luca asked, voice low, controlled. “I think it’s fucking insane,” Alessio replied. “But here we are.” Another step. They were close enough now that Alessio could see the faint scar running through Luca’s left eyebrow. Could feel the heat coming off him. “You live here now,” Luca said. “My rules. My word is law.”

They both look so happy and a tear slips down my cheek onto the picture when I read the writing below. My Lucia, 7 months. Alberto and Catalina Moretti. These two are my parents and as I rifle through the other pictures and letters, I see how in love they were. You can’t fake the look in my father’s eyes as he gazes at her unaware in certain shots, and my heart is pounding as the reality of everything sets in.

“Option A: rustic fairy tale. Option B: mafia chic. Option C: we fake our deaths and elope in Vegas.” Luca, leaning in the doorway with his casted arm crossed over his chest, raises a brow. “We are not doing ‘mafia chic,’” he says. “Or faking our deaths. We just survived an actual war.” “Exactly,” she says. “We earned a little drama.” “You have enough drama for seven lifetimes,” I say, plucking one board out of her hands. “What’s this one?” It’s a photo of long wooden tables under olive trees, strings of lights twinkling overhead, and simple white flowers in mismatched glass bottles.

*Meri* "Seriously Tom, how is that supposed to be 'gladiator'". Luca is throwing out his arms in frustration over not getting Tom's very complicated drawing. "Well I think it was pretty obvious ... I mean to anyone with half a brain". Lumi sips her wine. Luca glares at her, his voice dripping with venom. "Funny, I don't remember asking for your opinion". I wonder if I should jump in, but I have a feeling it would just make it all much worse, so instead I ignore it and talk to Lumi. "Okay sis, Your turn to draw … make it easy on me".

and it was at that moment that my alpha dominance reverberated through me as my growl became more threatening, “Iris, Addison. Get out here right now!” I yelled, and within five seconds they were both standing right beside Paul. Their eyes were wide as saucers, I tried not to look up at them right now because my whole body was shaking with anger. Their scent was driving me crazy, both were different, one of sandalwood and the other of cinnamon, “Get in the truck,” I growled, and within a split second I watched as they grabbed their backpacks and rush over to my truck as they both got into the back seat.

The two men faced each other, and the air in the room went still. Roberto stared at the Galante family crest pinned to Luca's chest and let out a cold laugh. "You're from the Galante family. Are you really willing to go up against the entire Bertelli family for this woman?" Luca did not move. He said clearly and calmly, "If she chooses to stand beside me, I would go up against the whole world for her." I reached out quietly and took Luca's uninjured hand in mine. The last trace of light in Roberto's eyes went out. In the end, he did not force me to leave with him.

Astors were an ally that he needed to dispose of at the right time. Raising his eyebrow Luca crushed the letter and threw it at Vincenzo and snarled, "Get me this so-called ally and tell me how he got it past my door." "Yes, Sir." Luca looked at his right-hand man with a cold smirk and asked, "Did you check this video isn't trampled or faked?"

"Your presence seems to subdue the demons." I raise myself from the bed and walk towards him. My center is throbbing. "Don't Lily." Luca shakes his head and turns back to the window. "Drawing was my favorite art, but they ruin it too. They made me draw depraved p**n. Men fucking animals, objects, children." A tear rolls down my cheek, and I mumble. "I'm sorry." "I don't want your pity, fuck." He yells and punches the wall.

Said Rasmus with a dejected sigh. "Oh shut up. She has beautiful eyes. Better than you two." Luca grumbled, making their head snap in his direction as they narrowed their eyes at him. "We know." They both said in unison, making Luca sigh. "My drawing is almost complete," Luca muttered and then showed his drawing to both of them only to earn a loud laugh from them. "What is this?" Hunter asked in between his laughter. "An angel," Luca replied with a shrug of his shoulder. "Luca, that looks like a mosquito," Rasmus commented with fake pity. Earning a low growl from Luca and his growl was like a baby.

Adrian traced the serpent tattoo on Luca’s chest with gentle fingertips, a silent ritual that always grounded them. “The gallery in Rome is thriving,” Adrian said softly, pride warming his tone. “We have new exhibitions planned and interest from collectors across Europe. Your support means the world to emerging artists. And you… you look happy. Truly happy. It’s the most beautiful sight.” Luca kissed his forehead. “I am. For the first time. No more blood. No more war. No more carrying the weight of violence. Just us. Just this.” He started moving again slow, deep rolls of his hips making love with tender possession. They came together once more, whispering promises of future travels, garden