The Bear Chef Luca Novels & Stories

Oh well, funny because that is the only name he goes by now, even though some may still know him as Billy the butcher but other than that," I shrugged. "I'm sorry to have wasted your time like this, I'll see myself out." I said and walked out without turning back. I knew Mrs De Luca was watching my back. I just had to make sure that she didn't put a knife in it. ***

Two shirtless Alphas and a fully clothed one with a glare that could shatter stone. And food… So. Much. Food. Luca flipped a steak with flair like he was auditioning for an Italian cooking show. Harley quietly plated a perfectly seared salmon filet on a black ceramic dish. Gavin was sipping a beer in the corner, watching like he was two seconds from walking away or burning the whole patio down. “What in the world is going on?” I asked. Three heads turned. Luca beamed. “You’re just in time, dolcezza.”

“I stopped him from eating your garlic bread. You’re welcome.” Rafe just scowls. “They never even would have known that there was garlic bread if there was none left on the table – it was a victimless crime –“ “No way,” Luca says, crossing the room with me and taking his spot in his usual seat which I notice that Jackson has interestingly vacated in order to move to my side of the couch. “I’m Itablio, man, and a wolf. You know I can smell the presence of garlic bread from a mile away.” Almost cheerfully, Luca reaches for his plate as I settle down on a pillow on the floor next to Ben.

Luca retorted, rolling his eyes. "I guess I'm actually dumb," Marco said, shrugging. Marco and Luca continued their little talk, from mafia, to life, to business and now stupid arguments. "I'm hungry," I spoke up, breaking the masculine chatter. "Yeah, where's the chef?" Luca asked, looking around expectantly. "Um…we actually cook all our food. We don't have a chef. If we don't cook, we order," Sarah said, her eyes widening slightly. "No way. Are there any places you could order any healthy meals? I don't want my wife eating any unhealthy food whilst pregnant," Luca said, his protective instincts kicking in.

“I’m not really sure what you want me to say. I learned how to kill a rabbit and cook it. A few squirrels, foxes or whatever I could catch. Sometimes I watched a bear kill something and was able to take part of that. I learned to dig a den or find some that was empty. Sometimes it was for a week or so at a time before I smelled rogues. I learned to climb trees and move along the branches. I’m not sure what you want me to say.” “How did you share a meal with a bear?” Luca was impressed. “It learned it could trust me and apparently he liked the tasted of smoked meat.” We arrived back at the packhouse as people were leaving. Heading back to their houses. They waved as they passed us. “Let’s go

, Luca says as soon as he sits. “There was no incident earlier, so I don’t know what you're on about, hope you like see food though, the chef promised to take us to the riverside this evening”, dad says as he claps his hands and the chef and his assistants come in with trays of food. “Aria won’t be joining us then”, Luca says looking at the lobsters that were placed close to him. Of all the replies I never thought that’s what he would say, I mean dad disregarded the insult of today, and even insulted him again stylishly with the sea food comment and of all things it was A he was concerned about.

I'm so flattered. We're having dinner now. Dinner here is usually a light meal here, so I just have beef carpaccio and a glass of white wine. Sarah looks a lot more cheerful tonight. I'm starting to wonder if she's bipolar. I try not to focus too much on her or Eliza. I don't want anyone to ruin my mood. And boy, I'm in a good mood. Luca places his hand on my thigh after I finish my meal and asks me, "Do you want anything else? Dessert?"

I looked up at him, surprised that he heard me and suddenly my head was blank. “What's your favorite food?” I asked simply. Luca threw his head back in laughter. “My favorite food? What would you even need that information for? Nora does all the cooking here.” I shrugged. “Well, I actually don't have one. But I do love some good chicken and shrimp Alfredo pasta, mum used to make the best ones.” He smiled, looking past me to the wall behind me. His driver or bodyguard, I don't know which exactly, came to whisper in his ear before leaving again and Luca was suddenly standing up.

This Luca guy said his having people come to see me today and that led to an argument in which he almost slapped me this piece of shit of a man "Stop looking at me and eat" he seethes. Clicking my tongue I continue to pick at my food. I'm not a picky eater but I'm not eating a Greek salad for lunch it's summer for fucks sake. I'm also not eating pasta or anything with cheese but I would go for some avocado toast or ouuu yes pork pot stickers "I'm here Puta's," some man says as he barges in through the glass doors. Luca drops his cutlery in frustration

I tried to stop my lustful eyes from trailing all over his massive, muscled form Of course, I didn't really want him to. I shrugged, my cheeks burning. Luca started making my favorite pancakes, rather than order room service. He liked cooking for me it seemed. I had no idea where he had gotten a big fluffy white Chef's hat but he had one atop his ruffled shiny hair. He looked so cute. He grinned at me, deepening his dimples. Ugh! My heart. It was probably unsanitary to cook naked but Luca and I had put our mouths everywhere on each other already so maybe that did not apply. He made enough for everyone but Alessio and Enzo remained asleep. I was surprised that calling Luca did not wake them t