Luca With The Lid Off Novels & Stories

I'm just going to close my heavy eyelids for a second. The door jerks open, and a gust of warm air invades the car. I sit up, just as Luca slides inside. He has a small brown paper bag in his grasp, and he passes it to me. I take it from him and have a look inside. Two small pill bottles and a few small bags of Gin.Gins. I pull a bag out and look at it curiously. “It's to help with your nausea,” Luca says as he eyes me suspiciously.

Lucian chuckles, low and dark. I press down harder. “Don’t fall asleep on me now, Agosti. We’re just getting started.” Luca shakes his head violently. “I swear, I—I don’t know! I’m not close enough to know his plans!” I lean in, brushing a few strands of blood-matted hair from his forehead. “Seeing as you’re never going to walk again anyway, why don’t we give you a matching pair of wrecked kneecaps, hmm?” His breath hitches.

“It worked.” I stepped through the front door just as Luca crawled out from under the counter, a small plastic container in his hand, flour dusted faintly across the tiles. Maria pressed a hand to her chest. “What experiments do I have to clean up now. Your intelligence will be the end of me.” Luca stood up and brushed his knees, trying to look very serious. “It was on purpose,” he said quickly. “Baking soda and vinegar make gas. I saw it in my book. I just wanted to see how big it would get.”

Luca grumbled getting off the sofa and crossing his arms in the same childish manner. "I got you those pickles, Ella," he told me as he entered the living room a jar in his hand. "Yay! I've been looking forward to them all day. Almost ate the ten years expired ones at one point." I squealed, rushing up to him as he embraced me in a hug. "You guys are weird," Luca stated, still from the couch causing Leo and to give him 'one of those looks'. "You are drenched in Luca's scent," Leo said to me as his nose rested in the crook of my neck.

Asked Luca, unconsciously raising his tone. The smaller raised his brow cluelessly before throwing an innocent smile, "What? You asked for it, Luca. Be thankful." He chuckled and started unwrapping the tub. "I am thankful, baby," Luca reassured, licking his burning lips, caused by the midget. "Just don't do it when I'm driving. I might get a heart attack." He confirmed. Blake nodded slowly, and he smiled when he finally opened the tub, as his mouth salivated at the sight. He started scooping the top part with mini marshmallows impaled on it.

And me, stuck in the middle, still holding the eggs. Luca leaned against the counter, sipping his coffee. To anyone else, he looked relaxed. Almost bored. But I noticed the way his thumb tapped a slow rhythm against the mug. I noticed how his eyes changed when they flicked toward me. There was nothing polite about them now. They were a dare.

Luca showed up around ten, in a suit that made him look like he owned the city — which, in some ways, he did. He leaned against the counter, watching me with that look. The one that made my knees forget how to function. “You look like you belong here,” he said. “I do.” He handed me a bouquet of wildflowers. “For the boss.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re ridiculous.” “You’re radiant.” We shared a moment behind the counter — his hand brushing mine, his eyes soft, the world blurring around us. Then Lila coughed loudly and we snapped apart like teenagers caught kissing behind the bleachers.

*Ellas POV cont.* “My name is Claire, the former Luna. You are in The SilverLake Pack. Your friends Ashley and Austin are here as well. They have been worried about you. You have been in a coma for 2 weeks. I let the doctor know you are awake. You are safe Ella. I hope you can make our pack your home.” Claire said almost pleading.

“Or at least, not usually.” Luca’s mouth lifted, and he raised his hands in mock surrender. “Sorry for interrupting your battle training, oh great and mighty shieldmaiden,” he teased, walking backwards toward the exit. But then he stopped and lifted a brow. “Unless you want a sparring partner?”

“Go ahead.” With a huge grin, Luca reached for the box, his little hands making quick work of the ribbon. As he opened it, I peered in to see what was inside, but before I could, Luca made a small, strangled sound that had me looking up at him in alarm. Horror ran through me when his eyes rolled back in his head, and I moved, barely fast enough to catch his small body as he fell.