Luca With The Lid Off Novels & Stories

Luca couldn't get away fast enough. Watching his retreating back, my heart felt like it was being squeezed by a cold hand. I followed him stealthily, hiding behind a shipping container. I watched as Luca and Fiona crashed into each other’s arms. Fiona pulled out a skimpy swimsuit, but Luca told her he wanted to "put it on her" himself. They laughed like teenagers, their hands all over each other, before things got graphic. Fiona was breathless, complaining that the container was too rough against her skin.

Lucas didn’t turn to look at them, he just kept his eyes fixed on his bottle of wine. But most importantly, from the side of my eyes, I could hear Christopher Lorenzo's heavy, furious breath from the front row, and the snap of media cameras trying to capture my humiliation. My face burned with a terrible, hot shame. I stared at the side of Lucas's face, but his jaw was completely relaxed, his expression totally bored as he swirled the dark liquid inside the bottle. “Errr…” the priest adjusted his tiny glasses once again, “do you care to repeat that Mr Lucas Lorenzo?” He asked solemnly.

Took mental notes of the streets they crossed, the people they passed, the corners where silence felt wrong. At one point, Mira turned to him, squinting against the sun. “Why do you keep looking behind us?” “I don’t,” Luca lied. But he did. Because twenty feet back, a man in a long coat paused near the fruit stand—pretending to pick apples but watching them in the window reflection. When Luca turned directly to face him, he was gone. That night, he finally cracked. After Mira fell asleep, Luca sat in the dark kitchen with a butcher knife on the table and his old laptop powered on.

Luca unlocked the heavy door of the abandoned house and stepped into the pitch-black hallway. He fumbled along the wall for the switch and flipped it, illuminating a stark, empty space. Scanning the area, he saw no sign of Reid in the main room. He walked deeper into the house, dropping the grocery bags filled with rations onto the stained kitchen counter before heading toward the back bedroom. Reid was lying face down on the mattress, eyes closed. Luca walked over, closing the distance, and reached out to press two fingers in front of the man's nose to check if he was breathing.

"He's fun at parties, huh?" "Shut up." "Make me." He grins. "You know you love having me here." "I really don't." "Liar. You missed me. Admit it." "I prefer Nico." "Everyone prefers Nico. He's boring and professional. I'm fun." Luca stands, stretching. "Now, where's this room? I need to unpack my arsenal and make sure there's enough space for all my knives." "You brought knives?" "Uh, duh, Obviously. And guns. And that thing I'm not supposed to talk about."

It is so overwhelming, and another orgasm is coming up in me. Suddenly, Luca pulls out, leaving me gasping for air. I look back at him, with eyes of utter disbelief and lust. He smiles sinisterly and reaches for a jar of warm honey sitting on the table beside him, which I hadn't noticed before now. "Open your legs," he orders in a lustful voice. I obey, my legs trembling with anticipation. He didn't wipe off the gooey sweetness from my cunt, the clear brown liquid oozing from my cuntlips.

I turned around, and it was Luca. "Sorry I didn't knock," he said, realising he had scared me. He gave me an envelope. I took it and felt a card in it. "I had my beta open an account for you. Use the card to get money from the atm or shop anywhere. There is no limit on it but be wise about it," he said, smiling at me. He pulled me in a hug, and I felt him take in my scent. It was awkward. I could feel his reluctance to leave, but I did not say anything. I could be reading it all wrong. I breathed a bit, and he scented Hazel and Sandalwood. What were the odds he would smell the same as the field Declan took me to in my dream?

“After we’ve paid for her schooling—after we’ve fed her and clothed her—she was sneaking out like a thief in the night!” Luca’s expression shifted, but it wasn’t shock—it was something darker. Without a word, he struck Lidia hard across the face. Her head snapped to the side, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth. “How dare you,” he said coldly, “try to ruin my plans.” His voice dropped to a low, dangerous murmur as he fisted a hand in her hair, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. “Please, Uncle,” Lidia stammered, tears streaking her cheeks. “I wasn’t— I just… I was going to my friend’s house for the night—”

But a ripple. Like something pressing against the other side. Waiting. Learning. Adapting. The entity’s voice didn’t return. But its presence did. Faint. Patient. And very, very interested. Luca stirred again. This time— His eyes opened. Fully. Bright. Glowing. And for a split second— Not innocent. Not soft. Ancient. Aware. He looked directly at the sky. Then— He smiled. Lily’s blood ran cold. “…Luca?”

“When you won’t be leaving here alive.” Zara stuck out her tongue like she just gagged on a mouthful of meal gone bad. "Yes Scarlett.." Zara chipped... "Enjoy a fun ride in hell, bestie. While I bath in champagne and eat lobsters while juggling Luna duties with vacations." Before I could fully process her words, Luca walked to the far end of the room and grabbed a gallon container. The lid was already off, and the sharp smell of gasoline hit my nostrils instantly. “What are you doing?” I asked, though I already knew.