Pucca Angry Novels & Stories

“Luca, stop! It was just a misunderstanding!” He didn't stop. He walked with a terrifying, rhythmic purpose. Parker was there, trying to look tough in front of his crew. “Parker, get over here,” Luca said. “Look, man, I didn't know she was yours,” Parker said, his voice shaking. Luca didn't yell. He didn't even look angry. He just smiled—that terrifying, empty Moretti smile. In one fluid motion, he grabbed Parker by the throat and tossed him off the top of the bleachers like he was a piece of trash.

Before anyone could register what's happening, I'm grabbing him by the neck and punching him on the face. "Caleb!" Everyone starts calling me. But this bastard doesn't even flinch or try to fight back. Before I can give him another punch, hands are grabbing and pulling me from behind and pinning me against the table. "Let go of me!" I scream as I struggle to break free. Luca fixes his tie and says calmly "until you work on yourself, you'll keep being this piece of shit with anger issues." And then he walks out, leaving me to wail at the table. By the time I was released, neither him nor our grandfather was in the room.

“I wasn't fair on you. You’ve been apologising and I just ignored you.” Luca's face relaxed instantly but he shook his head “No, I was an arse. I should never have got angry at you, and I shouldn't have made the pack feel my pain.” He ran his hands through his honey brown hair. He hadn't styled it since Alissa told him to stay away from him, it lay limp on his forehead.

I may sound like a clingy bītch, but I’d be clingy any day for Padrino’s fat cōck. “Fūck, you drive me crazy, Angel.” He whispered as his hand palmed my pūssy greedily. “This pūssy is mine.” He snarled in my ear, making me moan as my eyes rolled back. “Fūck my pūssy, Padrino.” I begged him as our ragged breaths filled the air. “Keep quiet, Angel.” He muttered before smacking my covered pūssy, making me laugh.

Then a thousand butterflies started fluttering in my stomach for Luca. I cried all the way to jail in an Uber. But the moment I arrived, I was greeted by a very angry Luca. Well, Luca is always angry and gloomy and I know it has something to do with his past which he never talks about. But he has never directed his anger to me, my dad or any member of my family for that matter. Last night was different, he was angrier than usual. He was angry at me. He kept on cursing, and swearing, and saying so many mean things to me. It hurt and all the butterflies in my stomach died instantly.

This bitch has gone out of her mind! I slap her hard across the face, and her head turns to the other side, her hair covering her face at the impact of my slap. “I’ve had it with you and your tricks and stubbornness. No more! Do you hear me? No more of it!” I bark in anger. The approaching footsteps I hear make me take my angry gaze away from her and fix it on the entrance so I can see who it is. It takes a while before Luca comes into sight, stumbling and collapsing on the floor. He is disheveled and has bruises on some parts of his body.

I froze in the doorway. Luca had some girl from the gala bent over the back of the couch — her dress shoved up to her waist, heels still on, hair tangled in his fist. He was fucking her hard and graceless, all aggression and no care, like he was punishing something abstract. "Yeah," he growled, voice thick. "Take it. Not like that stuck-up bitch Zara. She acts like her pussy is made of gold. Frigid as fuck." The girl moaned louder, arching into him. Luca laughed — that same bitter sound from the hallway — and slapped her ass hard.

Paula struggled a few times but didn't break free, she cursed, "Let me go,Luca!You’re such an asshole.You’re hurting me!” She might just poison him again. When Luca heard the girl call him by his name,he instantly froze.

Paige's POV "Fucking Jace Russo" I cursed trying to control the anger in my veins, "Calm down little fella, talk to me what did he do now, do I need to castrate him earlier than I expected?" Lisa beckoned from the phone, I just had to call her because I was starting to lose it, "That asshole is messing with me and he knows it, he freaking enjoys it even" I shot tugging at my hair, "Woah, messing with you how?" Lisa asked sounding utterly confused,

Catalina frowned, her expression changing. Gradually she seemed to realise that this man, the man whose member she had been choking on to keep him happy, was anything but pleased. Fear flashed over her face as she comprehended the fact that he was fiercely, violently angry. And she knew the Mafia Doan well enough to know that in his uncontrollable rage, he was capable of just about anything. Lucien was now bellowing in rage, his phone in his hands, “Who the f*ck let this f*cking wh*re into my house?” he roared and a chill went through her.