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THE CHASE

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"I know what your father is," Mariya interrupted. "Everyone knows what the Romano Don does to people who cross him.

S if you're smart, you'll stay away from my friend, leave her alone before your world swallows her whole."

"I don't want to hurt her," Luca said desperately. "I just wanted one friend, one person who didn't see me as a weapon being forged..."

"Then you should have thought of that before being born a Romano," Mariya said coldly.

"You can't have it both ways, can't be your father's heir and also have normal friendships.

Your world and ours don't mix, and pretending they do will just get people hurt."

Before Luca could respond, Serena appeared, running up the street with a smile that dimmed slightly when she saw Luca's expression.

"You came back," she said, but cautiously now, seeing something had changed.

"I can't come back again," Luca said, the words forcing themselves out.

"My father - He knows I was here, and he's threatened to hurt you if I defy him. I'm
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  • STOLEN BY THE DON   THE GUILT

    I took someone who'd earned their freedom and imprisoned them again, and I don't know how to live with that knowledge." "Welcome to consequences," Sienna said. "This is what it feels like to actually confront what you've done rather than justifying it as love or fate or destiny." "I deserve worse than guilt," Luca said. "I deserve to lose everything, to have my empire crumble, to die alone knowing I destroyed the one thing that mattered but none of those consequences seem to be coming. Instead, I just have to live with knowing I'm a monster while continuing to act like one." Permission to feel bad without actually changing anything? Some kind of redemption that lets you keep me while feeling less guilty about it?" "I don't know," Luca admitted. "Maybe I just need to say it out loud, need someone to witness that I understand how unforgivable this is. I can't seem to confess to anyone else, can't show this vulnerability to Matteo or my men but with you, I can't hide behind j

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   THE FIRST CRACK

    "Resourcefulness," Sienna said. "I'd do odd jobs for cash. Washing car windows, running errands for shop owners who took pity on me. There was a shelter that fed homeless kids, no questions asked, and I went there most evenings. For sleeping, I found an abandoned building with a space I could make relatively secure." She paused. "And I drew even then, even living rough, I'd find scraps of paper, bits of charcoal, anything I could use to create, it kept me sane, gave me purpose beyond just surviving. I'd sit in that abandoned building drawing pictures of imaginary futures, worlds where I had a home and family and safety." "That's when you discovered art could save you," Luca observed. "That's when I discovered art was the only thing that could save me," Sienna corrected. "Everything else, food, shelter, safety was temporary, could be taken away at any moment; but the ability to create, to transform suffering into something beautiful - that was mine, couldn't be stolen or

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   THE PROMISE

    "I understand," Luca said. "And I'm sorry, sorry that happened to you, sorry the system failed you so completely, sorry you had to learn survival skills no child should need." "Don't apologize for things you didn't do," Sienna said. "Save your apologies for the things you are responsible for. Like kidnapping me, like holding me here against my will, like creating a situation where I have to decide whether to fight or retreat again." "You're right," Luca acknowledged. "How did you escape from the Morettis?" "I ran," Sienna said simply. "I was thirteen, had tried twice before and been brought back; but the third time, I learned to stay hidden, learned how to disappear into the streets where they couldn't track me.I lived rough for three years, shelters when I could, abandoned buildings when I couldn't, stealing food when necessary." "At thirteen years old," Luca said, horror clear in his voice. "You were living on the streets at thirteen." "Better than staying at the Morettis',"

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   THE TELLING

    The morning after Sienna's painting session, Luca found her in the library, a room she rarely used, filled with books in Italian and English, leather-bound volumes that spoke of old money and careful curation. She sat curled in a window seat, her knees drawn up, staring out at the gardens without really seeing them. She looked small in that moment, younger than her twenty-five years, like the abandoned child she'd once been. "Can I join you?" Luca asked from the doorway. Sienna glanced at him, then shrugged not permission exactly, but not refusal either. Luca took it as acceptance and entered, settling into a chair across from her rather than crowding her space. They sat in silence for several minutes, outside, birds sang, oblivious to the complicated human dramas playing out within these walls. "I've been thinking," Luca said finally. "About everything you've told me, everything I've learned about your past but I've realized there are huge gaps in my understanding, pieces

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   PROOF OF HARM

    "You are dangerous," Sienna corrected. "But you're also something else. Something I'm still trying to figure out, that's why I keep painting you, trying to capture whatever truth exists beneath the surface." Luca found another canvas, this one showing two women who looked identical but were rendered in completely different color palettes. One in soft pastels, the other in harsh, bold strokes. "Serena and I," Sienna said quietly. "Or what I imagine we'd look like side by side. I don't even know what she looks like in person, have only seen photographs but I can imagine the differences, can see how our lives have shaped us into different people despite sharing DNA." "You'll meet her," Luca promised. "Once I've resolved the situation with the Marchesis, once it's safe, you'll get your meeting." "Will I?" Sienna asked. "Or will there always be some reason to delay, some threat that makes it too dangerous?" "I promise," Luca said firmly. "However long it takes to make it safe, howeve

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   WATCHING HER CREATE

    They returned to the estate on the fourth day after the attack; the damage had been repaired, new security measures implemented, additional guards stationed at every possible entry point. The place looked more like a fortress now than a home. Sienna walked through the familiar halls feeling both relief and dread. Relief to be out of the cramped safe house where every conversation could be overheard, dread at returning to the beautiful cage that had become her prison. "Your studio is untouched," Luca said as they climbed the stairs. "I had men guarding it specifically during the attack; nothing was damaged." "Thank you," Sienna said, the words automatic; she wasn't sure how to feel about him protecting her art supplies while people died defending the estate. "I know you need it," Luca continued. "The painting, the creating. It's how you process things, how you stay sane in this situation, I won't take that from you, whatever else happens." Sienna nodded, too exhausted for more c

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