All Chapters of STOLEN BY THE DON: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The hum of the supermarket lights buzzed softly above me as I pushed my cart down the aisle, pretending to care about which brand of pasta sauce was on sale. In truth, I was too tired to think. My shift at the garage had run late again, and all I wanted was food, a hot shower, and silence.The city outside still smelled like rain and gasoline, and my sneakers squeaked faintly on the white tiles as I stopped to grab a jar from the shelf. I twisted the label between my fingers, half-listening to the faint music playing through the speakers. Something old. Sinatra, maybe.It was peaceful here — the kind of peace that never lasted long in my life.Then I felt it.That strange sensation of being watched.It wasn’t the casual kind — not the fleeting glance from a stranger or the curious stare from an old woman. This felt heavier. Intentional. Like someone’s gaze was tracing every inch of me, memorizing, assessing.I froze for a second, pretending to read the ingredients on the label, but my

I barely slept. Every creak in the walls, every whisper of rain against the windows made me flinch. The room was too quiet — too big, too unfamiliar. I could feel the house breathing around me, alive in its own dark way.When I’d first woken up here, I’d told myself I wouldn’t panic. That I’d find a way out. But hours had passed, and all I’d done was wear a hole in the carpet pacing.The door was locked. The windows were barred. Even the curtains looked expensive enough to strangle someone.I pressed my ear against the door again, listening for footsteps. Nothing. Maybe they’d all gone to sleep. Maybe if I was quiet enough, I could—The handle clicked.I jumped back just as the door swung open, light spilling from the hallway. Two men stood there, the same ones from before — broad, silent, built like security walls. One of them nodded toward me. “The boss wants to see you.”I didn’t move. “Tell your boss I’m not interested.”The taller one frowned. “Don’t make this difficult.”“Oh, I

He dragged me down the hallway like I was a threat he couldn’t afford to lose sight of. My wrist burned under his grip, my pulse hammering so hard I thought it would echo off the walls.“Luca, let go!” I hissed, stumbling to keep up.He didn’t even glance back. “Not a chance.”“I’m not your property!”“Then stop acting like you want to get killed,” he snapped, shoving open a heavy door at the end of the corridor.The room inside looked like an office — all dark wood, glass shelves, and the faint scent of whiskey. The lights were low, shadows bleeding across the floor.He released me just long enough to slam the door shut behind us. I rubbed my wrist, glaring at him.“What the hell is wrong with you?” I demanded.He turned, running both hands through his hair. “You don’t understand—”“No, you don’t understand! You kidnap me, interrogate me, and then you act like you’re doing me some favor? What kind of psycho logic is that?”He exhaled, trying to steady himself. “They know you’re here,