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YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND

Author: Adeyiga Adejoke
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-05 08:56:28

"I know," he replied softly, carrying me toward the bed. "But you can't sleep in a chair Ragazza, you'll wake with your neck stiff and your back aching."

He laid me on the bed with surprising tenderness, pulling the covers over me; then, to my shock, he moved to leave.

"Where are you going?" The question escaped before I could stop it.

He paused at the door, looking back with an expression I couldn't quite read.

"To the study; I have work to do, phone calls to make; I'll sleep on the couch there."

"This is your room," I said, confusion warring with relief. "I thought the whole point was to..."

"The point is keeping you where I can protect you," he interrupted. "Not forcing myself on you, not taking advantage; I may be many terrible things, Sienna, but I'm not that kind of monster."

He left before I could respond, the door closing with a soft click.I lay in his bed, surrounded by his scent, his space, his world, feeling more confused than ever.

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  • STOLEN BY THE DON   TRANSCENDED POSSESSION

    "Then we're all living on borrowed time," I said, now standing directly in front of him. "But imprisoning people doesn't change that; it just makes the time we have feel like a sentence instead of a gift." He stared at me, something vulnerable and desperate in his expression. "I don't know how to do this differently; I don't know how to care without consuming, how to want without taking - it's all I've ever known." "Then learn," I said simply. "Figure out how to want my happiness instead of just my presence; how to love without possession." "Love," he repeated the word like it was foreign, dangerous. "Is that what this is? This obsession that keeps me awake, that makes me willing to destroy everything just to keep you close?" "I don't know what this is," I admitted honestly. "But whatever it is, it's consuming both of us and we either find a way to transform it into something less toxic, or it will destroy us completely." He reached up slowly, giving me time to pull away, an

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   UNWANTED COMFORT

    Three nights had passed since Luca gave me freedom within the estate.Three nights of sleeping alone in his massive bed while he disappeared to other parts of the house, maintaining the careful distance he'd imposed after the kiss.I should have been grateful for the space, for the respite from his overwhelming presence; instead, I found myself lying awake, listening for footsteps that never came, wondering where he was and hating myself for caring.The art studio had become my refuge during the day; I painted obsessively, creating canvases filled with darkness and light, violence and beauty, trying to exorcise the complicated emotions churning inside me. Tonight, exhaustion finally claimed me around midnight; I fell into deep sleep, the kind that comes after days of emotional turmoil, heavy and dreamless.Until a sound woke me.At first, I thought I'd imagined it - a distant cry, muffled and distorted but then it came again, louder this time, unmistakably real.Someone was screaming

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   WHO SAVED ME?

    She shrugged, as if saving strangers was something she did every day. "Because it's wrong to kill people, and someone had to do something. Besides, you looked really scared, and nobody should have to be that scared." Something in her simple logic, her uncomplicated sense of right and wrong, made Luca's chest tighten."What's your name?" he asked."Serena," she said, offering a shy smile. "Serena DeLuca; what's yours?""Luca," he said, leaving off his last name initially; even at twelve, he knew the Romano name carried weight and danger, "Luca Romano."Her eyes widened slightly. Even street children knew that name, knew what it meant. "You're the Don's only son," she whispered. "The one everyone talks about.""Does that change things?" he asked, suddenly wary. "Make you regret helping me?""No," she said firmly. "You're still just a boy who needed help, it doesn't matter who your father is."They sat in comfortable silence, waiting for the rain to ease; Luca touched the cut above h

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   SIENNA IS NOT SERENA

    She shrugged, as if saving strangers was something she did every day. "Because it's wrong to kill people, and someone had to do something; besides, you looked really scared, and nobody should have to be that scared." Something in her simple logic, her uncomplicated sense of right and wrong, made Luca's chest tighten; he lived in a world where violence was currency, where mercy was weakness—yet here was this small girl who'd risked everything for a stranger because it was the right thing to do. "What's your name?" he asked. "Serena," she said, offering a shy smile. "Serena DeLuca; what's yours?" "Luca," he said, leaving off his last name; even at twelve, he knew the Romano name carried weight and danger. "Luca Romano." Her eyes widened slightly—even street children knew that name, knew what it meant. "You're the Don's son," she whispered. "The one everyone talks about." "Does that change things?" he asked, suddenly wary. "Make you regret helping me?" "No," she said firm

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   GUILT & OBSESSION

    Luca didn't return that evening. Dinner was brought by a stone-faced guard who wouldn't meet my eyes, setting the tray down before leaving quickly, as if my presence carried some contagion. I picked at the food without appetite, my mind replaying the kiss on an endless loop. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt his hands on my waist, his lips against mine, the desperate hunger that had consumed us both. What had I done? What had I become? Night fell slowly, the suite growing dark around me. I didn't bother turning on lights, preferring the shadows that matched my mood, the darkness that felt appropriate for someone losing her grip on reality. Sleep, when it finally came, was fitful and haunted by dreams I couldn't quite remember upon waking-only the lingering sense of heat, of hands on skin, of wanting something I had no right to want. *** Luca stood in his study, staring at the amber liquid in his glass without drinking it. He'd poured it hours ago, watched it sit un

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   THE KISS THAT SHOULDN'T HAPPEN

    "Then explain it to me!" I shouted, weeks of frustration finally exploding completely. "Stop talking in circles and riddles and actually tell me why you're doing this, why I'm worth destroying both our lives over!" "Because you make me feel human!" He roared back, his control finally snapping. "Because when I look at you, when I'm near you, I remember what it's like to want something beyond power and revenge. You make me forget, even for a moment, that I'm a monster who's done unforgivable things." The confession hung between us, raw and bleeding. I stared at him, seeing past the armor to the broken man underneath. "That's not love, Luca," I said quietly, my anger deflating into something sadder. "That's using me as a bandaid for wounds that need real healing. I can't fix what's broken in you, can't absolve you of whatever sins keep you awake at night." "I'm not asking you to fix me," he said, his voice rough. "I'm asking you to see me, really see me, and not run fro

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