MasukI finished my meal and rose to my feet. I didn't bother calling the chef but rather took the tray and moved towards the kitchen.
Then the man with the dark eyes who had pinned me to the wall the other time appeared and took the tray from me. "Don't"! He said. I allowed him take the tray and walked away from him. "Stop"! He screamed and I did immediately without turning back to look at him. I rolled my eyes in exhaustion. "I am Matteo and I know you are not the Don's Ragazza but you can become one in order to save your life and win him over. He loves you and won't let you go, he is beclouded by your exact resemblance with Serena". He said calmly. "No, you cannot tell me what to do or what not to do". I screamed at him. "You are Sienna who is confusing my Boss to be Serena. You are too stubborn she's too calm, you fight she doesn't, you talk back at my Boss she doesn't. Whatever a man has is what he uses to save his soul. Good night". He said and walked past me. I stood there trying to process what he had just said. "If I can try this, it might work but why are they all telling me this? Anyway, two can play the game, let's see how it works out". I whispered within me. I got close to my door and met Luca waiting for me beside my room. "Are you stalking me"? I asked calmly. "Stalking you while you are around me"? How is that even possible? Go inside, we need to talk. "No, say it here. You can't go in". I responded a bit harsh. "La mia ragazza, when will you ever corporate with me in this matter"? He drew closer and smoothen the stands of air falling on my face. "Let's corporate, Ma va la - come on". "I don't need your corporation Mr Don". I said mockingly. "I left a wine on your table". He said smiling. "You will like it". I smiled dryly. "Thank you but I don't drink, go and take your wine away" I came inside and sat at the edge of my bed. "I think you didn't like my food. I didn't hear a thank you". He said as he stepped in. "Well, thank you". I said feeling embarrassed. "Do you like it"? He asked smiling. "It's not bad". I responded looking indifferent. "Hmmm, not really but I actually like the food. Why did you ask"? "Because I made it specially for you and thought you may like it" "You made the food? That's great". I looked away more embarrassed. He had taken his time to prepare a meal for me and I didn't even say a thank you after eating. Thank you but next time, ask me what my taste is like before preparing a meal for me. I said non challantly. Ok, he replied calmly beyond my expectations. He glanced at me and smiled. I went about the room putting some things in order and got ready to take a shower. "I want to have a shower now, will you excuse me"? I asked. I'll wait for you, go shower while I wait. No, leave my room. I said to him. We haven't talked yet. I told you we need to talk Ciao - beautiful. "Ok, tell me now and get out". I replied.. Why are you this harsh? That's not nice of you. "I don't want to be nice to anyone, the world isn't nice to me. So"? Luca kept quiet and only stared at me. I stepped into the shower and came out in a moment. Then I saw Luca had left my room. I exhaled in relief. "What does he want from me"? I slipped into a pair of pyjamas and laid on the bed quietly. ***The Next Morning*** I woke up later than usual. I was unusually exhausted and had slept so well unlike the previous nights. I quickly got up and stepped into the shower. By the time I came out, Luca was in my room sitting on the edge of the bed with a tray of food on the table. I decided to dress while he was there. He kept staring like he would swallow me. What is it? I asked irritated. He kept mute, smirked and looked away. I got a pair of jeans and top to wear. I caught him looking at me and licking his lips. Are you a dog? Why are you wagging your tongue like a dog's tail? I said wanting to make him angry. He still didn't talk. By now, I had conquered his emotions just like that. His eyes became dim as he lowered his eyebrows. I could see the tension in his eyes. He is trying so hard to fight his emotions rather than letting them out. He stood up and came closer to me, staring into my eyes like he wanted to kiss me but needed my permission. I stepped back and turned away from him moving close to the window and peeping outside. He came from behind and put his hand around my waist. Good morning Ragazza. He said calmly with a sexy tone. Good morning Don Luca. I responded smiling and looked at him. He smiled too. How was your night? Did you sleep well? Yes fine, thank you. And you? I asked trying to play a good ragazza. It was good but would have been better if you were by my side. He said trying to flirt with me. Oh really? I smirked. I want us to talk. Let's have dinner in 3 days time. He said calmly walking away. What! You gonna keep me here for the next three days? How am I supposed to survive here in a strange environment. I screamed in my mind. "Don Luca, I ....." "Yes you will be here for the next three days". He responded as if reading my mind. What? I asked. Don't worry, you'll be fine. He said and walked to the door while I looked on. I smiled, I am beginning to capture him in bits and that will lead to my freedom. Stop following me! Stop invading my privacy. I screamed as he opened the door and stepped out without a word. Boss, what is wrong? Matteo asked. You are allowing this girl to change you. She's not even your ragazza but you are making her one. She's a different kind entirely. I know. Ragazza was lost and she surfaced so she just has to take her place and fill the gap Serena left. He sat down looking down casted. Why did you allow her to do this to you? You are the Don we all look up to but now, we can't even recognize you anymore. What's that? Matteo said. Let me be! He said. Matteo leaves immediately and Marco comes in. Boss, this one shares a different value to Serena. They quite very opposite in nature. I suggest we grant her freedom and keep searching for your ragazza. Marco said. Don't even! Luca said and spat on the tiles. I will never let her go. You all don't know what letting her go would do to me. He rose to his feet and walked away. "Breakfast"! He ordered. "Set and served by the chef". Marco replied as he walked away too. "Sienna"? He asked. "Breakfast served", the chef replied. "Begone". ***Sienna's Room*** Two guards were standing at her entrance. Don said to remind you about the dinner, 6pm three days time. Riccardo said looking straight into my eyes. "Tell your Boss I go no where! Tell him I need my freedom". I said calmly. "Tell him when you get to the dinner, we can't speak for you". Tommaso answered. "Then you must be crazy! Get out of here". The both looked at each other and walked away. Luca comes in and stood at the door. He looks at me and smiles like he just won an award. I like the fact that you are tough like me. "We have something in common'. He says. "Not you and I". I answered. "Let me go". He closes the door and steps in properly. He stands akimbo. "Go ahead, pour the food on me like the other day. Go on". "So you can force me to kiss you? No, Don Luca, I'll rather ......" I stepped closer enough to hold him. I raised my head and kissed him on the lips. I watched his reaction. He raised his brows as if surprised but didn't respond. I kissed him more and he moaned a little and held my waist. I ravished my hands all over his body, tempting him the more. He closed his eyes and just held me. He didn't kiss me back. I kissed him again and this time he responded. He held my hands and put them on his chest. I tried to move them but he held me still. I opened my eyes staring at him but his eyes remained closed. Ragazza! Mi Cielo - my sky....."Already evacuated or holding defensive positions," Matteo said, pulling out of the garage. "We lost at least four men, maybe more; I won't have a full count until everyone checks in." Four men dead, Sienna thought numbly; four people killed because of her, because she'd become Luca's weakness, because her existence had painted a target on everyone around him. They drove in silence for several minutes, taking back roads and avoiding main thoroughfares; Sienna watched through the window as the estate disappeared behind them, smoke rising from what looked like multiple fires. "Who were they?" she asked finally. "Who attacked us?" "Rossi family, most likely," Luca said, checking his phone. "Or one of the other syndicates that's been waiting for me to show weakness; doesn't really matter which—what matters is they knew exactly when and how to strike." "Because of me," Sienna said quietly. "They attacked because you've been distracted, because I've become a vulnerability." "Don
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
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
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
"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
"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







