"𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞."
In which a declining Hollywood Star performs his vendetta to make Hollywood bleed.
This book is rated mature due to the triggering...
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EVEN THOUGH LUCA had no technology in his house beside his television, he knew just by hearing her name that Amina Ryan was his way to make Hollywood bleed.
She'd been all over the news-the pop star sensation that blew up overnight and took the hearts of million with her original song. Luca wasn't surprised hearing that she signed up with Manning records, the very same label he signed onto when he first blew up-Brandy's label. It would be a smart decision for her; Brandy managed most of the biggest stars in Hollywood.
Luca needed her on his side.
She was the key to bringing Hollywood down. People all around the globe had heard about her, and she was already a fan favorite on TV. She was in the hearts of everyone already, with just one damn song. She could hurt Hollywood by exposing the dark place to the people who truly make it so big.
She wasn't what Hollywood wanted, and Luca couldn't help but be intrigued by why Brandy wanted her. She wasn't anything like Hollywood's singers. Her skin tone was different, her hair was curlier, and her figure wasn't model-like. She was human-and being a human in Hollywood wasn't safe. She had a strong Queens accent from what he watched in interviews on TV, and he hoped that Brandy didn't try to change her appearance and accent to try to fit her in Hollywood. She was what Hollywood stayed away from, but the people loved and wanted to see more of.
Everything that made Amina, Amina, seemed to not matter to Brandy. He wanted her voice, but why couldn't he have taken her entirely?
Luca needed to make sure that what happened to him and others didn't happen to her. He was done ignoring what was going on around him-what Brandy was trying to hide from him. He wasn't going to let anyone else get hurt.
The doorbell rang loudly, the sound echoing throughout the once quiet house as his dogs began to bark hysterically. Shushing them as he throws them a random toy beside him, Luca makes his way to the front door.
His entire house was spotless and left no trace of anything broken from his many breakdowns the nights before. He looked refreshed, healthy, and sober-everything Brandy was expecting for him to be while isolating him from the outside world. Even though Luca was anything but these things, he had to act like he was to remain somewhat alive. Lying was something he was beginning to be good at, how could it not be? All he learned was to lie and fake a smile.
He looked in the mirror, adjusting the collar of his shirt as he ruffled his hair. This was all an act-he was an act. Luca Jackson was never real; just a man-made from the devil himself. He was molded to be the perfect icon and bachelor, to have no faults and to be nothing like his peers. He wasn't supposed to be a weak man who let others control him. He wasn't supposed to let the things that happened to him happen.
He wasn't Luca Jackson-Luca Jackson was someone better. He was just Luca. A disappointment. A disgrace. Someone who shouldn't even be considered a man. He was nothing.
