The Bear Chef Luca Novels & Stories

Lucia took the opportunity to compliment Linda's cooking and she managed to force a smile with a, "I learnt from you, Manager Lucia" "Call me Lucia," She reminded her just as CEO Luca would say, "Call me Luca" They had a lot in common on a normal day except CEO Luca was a cold-hearted person who murdered people with no emotion but Manager Lucia did not appear as one who could strangle a baby dog. Luca kept to his space and engaged himself with his phone as he chewed. After several failed attempts to get him to engage in the discussion, Lucia gave up on her brother and finished her meal.

I asked, leaning against the counter, trying to make small talk. The chef smiled warmly, wiping his hands on a cloth. “I make enough for everyone. Luca’s rule is there’s always food.” “Luca’s rules, huh?” I chuckled, though it didn’t feel funny. “What else does he rule around here?” The chef raised an eyebrow, as if unsure how much he should say. But his smile never wavered. “He likes things done a certain way. But he’s a good man. You don’t have to worry about him. Just... stay busy.”

Luca purred, still holding her hand like it belonged to him. And she let him. “You see, cara mia, I’m Luca Vicenzo. I own the Ratel Hotel. The Ratel businesses. Empires, riches, and a taste for spoiling pretty little things like you.” He smirked at me. “What do you say? One dance? I’m sure this ogre bores you to death.” “You forgot to add that you’re a mafia Don who kills pretty little things like her,” I cut in, voice sharp enough to slit throats.

he said, tipping his head toward one of the lingerie girls, “She’s a dancer-slash-nutritionist. Practically a doctor.” Luca appeared next, deadpan as always, sipping whiskey and looking like someone had dragged him here against his will, “Someone just tried to give me a lap dance,” he said dryly, “I threw her off my lap and now she's crying. You know I don’t do well with tears or strangers. Or people in general.” He took a sip like that explained everything. “Luca,” Madeleine said, blinking, “you’re my favorite.” “Obviously.” Then came Silvio.

“Don’t look so surprised, Alessia. I’m a man of many talents.” “Clearly,” I teased, settling into one of the mismatched chairs. “This is a side of you I wasn’t expecting.” Luca turned off the burner and brought over a skillet of scrambled eggs, paired with toast and a side of sliced fruit. “Well, don’t get used to it,” he said, setting the plate down in front of me. “I don’t do this often.” I raised an eyebrow, picking up a piece of toast. “Clearly. But I have to admit, I’m impressed.”

He clapped me on the shoulder, a gesture that was less comforting and more a claim of victory, then jerked his head towards the hallway. I reluctantly tore my gaze from Violette and followed. The aroma of something warm and herby drifted down the hallway as we entered the kitchen. Luca had inherited our father’s soul in the kitchen. While Marco, could burn water, Luca moved with an innate grace amidst the chaos of creation. The air was thick with the scent of roasted garlic, rosemary, and something sweet, probably the balsamic glaze he was obsessed with. Platters of prosciutto-wrapped melon, bowls of glistening olives, and a massive pan of what looked like his signature chicken cacciatore co

He was normal. "Tell me you are escaping this hellhole." Luca said, leaning against my cubicle wall. "Because if Signor Bianchi asks me to revise the lobby dimensions one more time, I am throwing my monitor out the window." "I am officially off the clock." I confirmed, slinging my bag over my shoulder. Luca smiled, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Good. Then let me buy you dinner. There is a new Sicilian place around the corner. Carbohydrates and wine. No spreadsheets allowed."

Mafia Luca is the second most dangerous mafia in the city. He's well-known for various crimes such as murder, manslaughter, and sexual assault. Unlike William, he's more terrifying and shows no mercy. He has a strong aversion to forgiving people. Luca is a covetous individual who has a profound fondness for women. He frequently dons a black suit and is perpetually accompanied by a minimum of eight strong bodyguards. He is a womanizer and frequently engages in relationships with college girls. His extravagant spending on women knows no bounds; he is willing to purchase anything for them.

Lila. An hour later we both walked out of the hospital for the surgery date for Kyle. Jake ’s cellphone rang. " Luca.” He paused for a moment. “Yes. Go ahead and put me down for one hundred thousand.” He paused again, and I could hear a man’s excited chatter on the other end. “Not at all. It’s a worthy cause. Thank you. You too.” He ended the call and put his phone back in his suit pocket. “Was that for a charity?” I asked, feeling something soften inside of me., how many charities did he support.

His chest felt tight, like the air had been stolen from the room. “What the actual fuck just happened?” Luca muttered to himself. It was just hours ago, he let Damian fuck the living hell out of him, driving his hard cock so hard up his ass, and now he was so cold like it never even happened. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to swallow down the ache. Finally he stopped, pulling on his trousers and his top before stepping out. Soon, he was seated at one end od the dining table a fresh plate of fried egg and beacon in front of him, but still untouched.