Luca X Giulia Novels & Stories

"You know you aren't leaving this room alive if you hurt her." "I'm not leaving alive anyway!" Luca spat. "You burned my docks! You took my heritage!" "I took what was mine," Julian corrected. He took a slow step forward. "Now give me my wife." "She isn't your wife," Luca hissed in my ear. "She is a Vencetti. Blood calls to blood, Vivian. You belong to us." My heart hammered against my ribs. The gun barrel dug into my skin. "Julian..." I whimpered.

At the rate with which she was cutting away, my hand would have become numb, by the time I'd be done. She looked up at me once she was halfway, and pointed at the vegetables. “See? Not hard.” I wish. I was already pulling the tray, and praying to God not to do something stupid, when Luca walked in. “Signora West, I thought you were in your room?” He asked, and I shook my head. Guilia had told me that he was brothers with Dante. And from all the time I'd been observing him, they were nothing alike. Luca like I'd noticed, was a ladies man. He always had a woman with whom he spent the night. And Guilia always fired rapid Italian, whenever any of them tried sneaking out the next morning. I presu

“Careful, Adelina. Words wilt faster than flowers.” Giulia’s voice was calm, melodic, but edged with bite. “And some people mistake cruelty for strength. It’s just noise.” Adelina’s gaze flicked between them, unimpressed. “Ah, the entourage. A florist and a violinist. How quaint. Luca surrounds himself with delicate things. No wonder he’s weak.” I stood, my nails half-painted, my hair pinned halfway up, and faced her directly. “You mistake kindness for weakness,” I said evenly. “That’s why you’ll never understand him. Or me.”

Luca said. "What! I'm not a doctor. I might kill you. I…I'm not doing that" Alexandra said immediately as she shook her head frantically. Luca muttered obscenities under his breath as the pain intensified. Due to the training he has received,he is able to endure pain to a certain extent without passing out. "Let's switch. You drive. I think there's a hospital around, I don't know check your GPS" With some minor difficulty,they managed to switch seats. Luca moved slowly to avoid getting his blood on Alexandra's dress. Once they were both comfortable, Alexandra started driving. She glanced at Luca from time to time to make sure that he was okay.

she asked, her voice detached. Luca stared at her, and she said, "What?" Luca's gaze lingered on Isabella's face, a thoughtful expression etched on his features. "I like that man," he said, his voice low and smooth. Isabella's eyes rolled heavenward, a hint of amusement dancing on her lips. "Then go get your daughter married to him," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm. Luca's face creased into a warm smile, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "I wish I had a daughter, if I could marry someone at the right time," he said, his voice tinged with wistfulness.

For a second it felt intimate, even with the witness. Giulia stood up slowly, clapping softly. "Bravo. That was better than expected." She tapped her phone. "I'll delete them. But only after the wedding. Insurance, you know." Luca pulled out and fixed my dress, shielding me with his body. "You got what you wanted. Now leave." She smirked and slipped away into the shadows. I sagged against Luca, legs weak. "What have we done?" He kissed my forehead, arms tight around me. "Something we both needed. But this isn't over." His voice dropped. "I meant what I said earlier. I want more than stolen moments."

“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.

A warning wrapped around my ribs, cold and sharp. Luca leaned back, voice like ice. “Then we’ll let the elders decide if you belong here.” Something flickered in Julian’s eyes. Barely there. “Of course.” Dinner dragged. No one relaxed. Every glance Julian threw at Luca felt like a challenge. Every word was laced with something bitter. And then it was over. Luca stood first, chair scraping hard against the floor. “I’ll speak to the elders in the morning.” No goodbyes. No second glances. Just walked out, tension crackling in the space he left behind.

The driver took the wad of cash, hurried Luca onto the truck, and set off for the nearest military airstrip. Luca sat in the bumpy truck bed, clutching the phone that had just announced Bianca's death. He stared out the mud-splattered window, his lips trembling violently, as if he wanted to scream something at me, to beg me to stay, but in the end, not a single sound escaped his throat. I didn't look back. I just waved my gloved hand, as if brushing a speck of dirt from my shoulder. It was all over. The score between us was settled. There wasn't even enough left for hatred.

“…there won’t be anyone left to tell a different story.” The night was still when Ana and Julian slipped back through the service panel, the city’s wind cutting cold against their skin. Luca was waiting exactly where he said he would be, against the hood of a black car, coat buttoned, eyes fixed on the fortress that loomed above the alley. He hadn’t moved in the hour they’d been inside. He hadn’t needed to. When Ana stepped into the streetlight, he straightened, his gaze sharp, searching. “Done?”