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Ch 8: Luca De Santis
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2026-04-30 19:04:27
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The Don's Unwanted Prize Ch 8: Luca De Santis
Detox wasn’t a ‘journey.’ It was a war. The next three days were a blur of grey walls and white-hot agony. I spent most of it curled into a ball on Silas’s black silk sheets, shivering so hard I thought my teeth would shatter. I pulled the blue robe tighter around my shivering body. Every minute without a pill felt like a slow-motion car crash. My nerves were frayed wires, sparking every time I moved. Silas was mostly there like a silent, dark shadow at his desk, but he never touched me. He sat at his desk, the lamp casting a sharp glow over the folders in front of him. He barely looked at me since he told me I was “the chaos.”“You’re going to a gala,” Silas said, without looking up. I let out a dry, hacking laugh. “A gala? Silas, I can barely walk to the bathroom without the room spinning. I’m pretty sure ‘vomiting on the elite’ isn’t on the itinerary.”“The Board doesn’t care about your stomach,” Silas replied, his voice flat. He finally closed the folder and looked at me. “The
The Don's Unwanted Prize Ch 7: Lucas De Santis
I sat there, shaking, the silence rushing back in to fill the space she’d left. I felt the absence of Xanax like a physical hole in my brain. My heart was doing that weird, irregular skip. Again. My legs felt like jelly as I stood and made my way to the closet. It was a walk-in. Rows of charcoal suits, white shirts, and black coats. It felt like a uniform shop for the depressed.I found a silk robe, it was heavy and dark blue. I pulled it on, the fabric felt cool against my heat-flushed body. I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror. Aunt Gable was right. I looked like a wreck. My eyes were sunken, and my hair was a tangled mess of blonde curls. I looked like the ‘trash’ she said I was. I looked at the mahogany dresser she’d mentioned. I could almost see the ‘Shadow of Claire’ standing there, arranging her perfect white roses. I imagined her in a white silk gown, smiling perfectly at Silas, never needing a pill to get through the day. I didn’t even know this woman,
The Don's Unwanted Prize Ch 6: Lucas De Santis
I opened my eyes, and for a second, I thought I was blind. Everything was grey. I felt the silence, and it wasn’t the peaceful kind. It was the heavy, suffocating silence of a grave. The pale, ghostly light of Chicago morning was filtering in. I tried to sit up, but my body felt like it had been dismantled and put back together by someone who hated me. My heart gave a dull, stuttering thud against my ribs. Then memory hit me. The bathroom, the pills swirling down the drain, the fire in my chest, and Silas. Silas was holding me down, his face a mask of cold fury as he told me I wasn’t allowed to die. I looked at my arm. There was a small bandage over my elbow. An IV. They must have pumped me full of something to stop the shivering, but it wasn’t the “fruity” high I was used to. This felt…clinical. Cold, very cold. I was alone in the massive bed. Silas was gone. I pushed the sheets back and swung my legs over to the edge. I was still half-naked, wearing only my boxers. I felt raw
The Don's Unwanted Prize Ch 5: Silas Vane
I stood over him, my hands curled into fists. I watched the “South Side Prince” collapse into a heap of white silk and trembling limbs on my marble floor. The silence that followed was heavy. Usually, this kind of silence meant a death sentence in my head. But as I looked down at the boy, I didn’t feel like reaching for my gun. I felt deeply irritated!My home is a haven of discipline. And here was Luca, a glitch, leaking his father’s failures all over. He didn’t move. He stayed on his knees, his forehead pressed against the floor. His shoulders heaved. Was he waiting for a blow?. I could see it in the way his muscles were tensed. He was bracing for a boot to the ribs or maybe a hand in his hair. That was the language of the South. “Get up,” My voice was low. He didn’t move. A broken sob escaped him. I didn’t wait for him to comply. As a man of action. I stepped into the mess, my shoes clicking on the floor. I reached down and hooked my hands under his arms, hoisting him up. He wa
The Don's Unwanted Prize Ch 4: Lucas De Santis
The car ride was a slow descent into a reality I wasn’t ready for. The glass of Silas Vane’s SUV was so thick it felt like it was soundproofing the world, leaving me alone with the man who had just pointed a gun at my family. I slumped against the door, my head resting against the cool window, wishing the Xanax would kick in faster.I kept my Ray-Bans on. They were my only shield. Behind the dark lenses, I could watch him without him seeing the terror in my eyes. He sat there like a king on a throne of black leather, perfectly still, while I felt like I was vibrating out of my skin."You can take the glasses off, Luca," he said. His voice wasn't loud, but it had the weight of a command.I didn't move. I couldn't. "I like the view better this way," I slurred, my tongue feeling heavy. "It filters out the parts of this wedding I didn’t sign up for."He didn't argue. He just reached out. For a second, I thought he was going to hit me. I flinched, pulling back into the seat, but he didn't
The Don's Unwanted Prize Ch 3: Silas Vane
Usually, the thick and heavy glass insulation drowned out the world, leaving me in the peaceful vacuum of my own thoughts. But today, the silence was jagged. It was occupied by the frantic, shallow breathing of the boy sitting three feet away from me. I didn’t need to look at Luca De Santis to know he was falling apart. I could smell it on him; the sharp, bitter scent of fear mixed with the floral notes of too much expensive wine and the chemical sweetness of whatever he’d popped before walking down the aisle. I sat perfectly still, my legs crossed at the knee, watching the blurred grey of Chicago suburbs turn into the sharp, steel lines of the North Side. I felt the weight of my wedding ring, a brand-new band of heavy platinum. I felt like a shackle, though I was the one holding the key. Fifteen years ago, when I sat in a car like this with Clara, the air had been filled with the scent of lilies and her soft laughter. She had been a prize of tradition. Luca? Luca was a prize of wa
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