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FLASHES OF TEARS

Author: Adeyiga Adejoke
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-17 04:09:53

CHAPTER 8

BEACH

Luca didn't respond, he becomes startled because hadn't expected such an act.

He closes his eyes and his mind spins immediately. He goes down the memory lane.

He remembers Serena and himself sitting under the whispering palms gently drifting left and right by the wind as they sat on the sea shore.

"What do you think the future holds for us?" Serena asked smiling gently at him with love-filled eyes, sharp enough to cut the grasses.

"The future?" He asks looking far ahead into the ocean as he puts Serena's hand in his palms.

As far as you can see the sea and the sky. That's how far the future holds for us Serena.

As wide as the ocean spreads, that's how big our future is together.

He admitted smiling, like he had found a treasure and is never letting it go.

Some young fishers came afloat on the sea with huge net filled with mackerels, they urged the other young fishers to help them so the net won't break.

How sure is this? Serena interrupted his thoughts even though sh
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  • STOLEN BY THE DON   THE WOLVES CIRCLE

    The attack came at dawn, three days before they were scheduled to leave for Milan. Luca woke to the sound of gunfire, his instincts honed by years of violence pulling him from sleep instantly; he was moving before his mind fully processed the danger, grabbing the gun from his nightstand and heading toward the hallway. Sienna. The thought cut through everything else; she was in the bedroom across from his study, vulnerable, unprotected except for the guards he'd stationed outside her door. He found Matteo in the hallway, already armed, his face grim. "How many?" Luca demanded. "At least a dozen, maybe more," Matteo said, moving with him toward Sienna's room. "They breached the east perimeter, took out two guards before the alarm went off; professional, organized—this isn't some random attack." "Who?" Luca asked, though he already suspected the answer. "Can't confirm yet, but the tactics suggest Rossi family," Matteo said. "Or someone working with them." They reached Sie

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   NOT FORGIVENESS, NOT ACCEPTANCE

    After Matteo left to arrange cleanup, Sienna sank back into her chair, suddenly exhausted. "I don't understand you," she said quietly. "I attack you and you laugh; I threaten you and you smile; what kind of response is that?" "An honest one," Luca said, his smile fading but not disappearing completely. "I'd rather have your rage, your violence, your worst impulses—anything that means you're still here, still present, still fighting; the only thing I truly fear is you giving up, retreating so far inside yourself I can't reach you." "So this is what you want?" Sienna asked. "A constant war zone where I'm always angry, always attacking?" "No," Luca said. "But I want your truth more than I want your compliance; if the truth is that you're furious enough to throw plates, then show me that; don't hide it, don't pretend for my comfort." He stood, moving to examine the wall she'd decorated with his dinner. "Do you know why I laughed?" "Because you're insane?" Sienna suggested. "Po

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   THE SMILE

    Dinner that evening was a tense affair; Sienna sat across from Luca at the unnecessarily large dining table, both of them picking at food neither seemed to want, the silence between them heavy with everything left unsaid. The conversation from that morning still hung in the air—his refusal to negotiate, his brutal honesty about her belonging to his mistake, the finality of her imprisonment; Sienna had spent the day in the gardens, pacing like a caged animal, trying to process the reality that there would be no compromise, no middle ground, no escape. Now, forced into proximity again, she felt rage building in her chest—not the hot, explosive kind, but something colder, more calculated, the kind of anger that came from complete powerlessness. "You need to eat," Luca said quietly, gesturing to her nearly untouched plate. "We leave early tomorrow for Milan; you'll need your strength." "Don't," Sienna said, her voice tight. "Don't pretend to care about my wellbeing when you've

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   YOU BELONG TO MY MISTAKE

    "You're asking me to choose between keeping you completely safe and giving you a reason to want to be here," he said. "That's an impossible choice." "No, it's not," Sienna said, joining him at the window. "You just have to decide which matters more—possession or partnership, control or connection; you can have one or the other, Luca, but you can't have both." He turned to look at her, and she saw it clearly—the terrified boy who'd lost everyone he loved, who'd learned that control was the only protection against loss. "Freedom?" he said, and then he laughed—a harsh, bitter sound that held no humor. "You want to bargain for freedom, as if it's something I can negotiate away in pieces? Sienna, don't you understand? Freedom isn't on the table; it never was, never will be." "What do you mean?" Sienna asked, her stomach dropping. "You belong to my mistake," Luca said, the words coming out raw and unfiltered. "The moment I took you, the moment I let my obsession override everyth

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   THE STRAIN

    "I want to bargain," Sienna corrected. "You have all the power, all the control but I have something you want, something you can't take by force; my willing participation, my choice to build something real rather than just endure captivity. That's valuable, Luca, and it should be worth something." Luca leaned back in his chair, studying her with an expression she couldn't quite read. "What do you want?" "Freedom," Sienna said simply. "Not permanent freedom, not escape but periods of time where I can leave, go places, live parts of my life outside these walls. You said you can't let me go completely, fine but give me pieces of freedom, controlled releases where I can breathe without feeling the cage closing in." "No," Luca said immediately, his voice hardening. "That's not possible." "Why not?" Sienna challenged. "You're worried I'll run, that I'll disappear the moment I'm beyond your reach. So come with me, send guards, put trackers on me if you must but give me the il

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   THIRD OPTION

    "I know," Sienna said, but she didn't pull away from his touch. "But I'm crying anyway—for you, for me, for the impossibility of this entire situation. I'm crying because I should hate you completely and I don't, because something's shifted between us and I don't know how to navigate it." "Then we're both lost," Luca said, his hand still cupping her face. "Both drowning in something neither of us knows how to handle." Luca's arms came around her carefully, as if she were made of glass; he held her while she cried, while she let out everything she'd been holding back—rage, grief, confusion and something that might have been the beginning of affection she had no right to feel. "I hate this," she whispered against his chest. "I hate that you've taken my choices, that you've trapped me here, that you've made it impossible to feel anything clean and uncomplicated." "I hate it too," Luca said into her hair. "I hate what I've done, who I've become, the fact that I'm too weak to let

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