บททั้งหมดของ STOLEN BY THE DON: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

"Now he's weak," Enzo confirmed. "And weakness in a Don doesn't just affect him, it affects everyone. So yes, I'm using this opportunity to claim what should have been mine from the beginning but I'm also genuinely preventing disaster, genuinely saving an organization that's bleeding power." "What about Matteo?" Paulo asked. "Luca's consigliere is loyal to a fault. He'll never support this, will fight you every step." "Matteo is a problem," Enzo acknowledged. "But he's also practical, if I can show him concrete evidence that Luca's obsession is destroying what they've built.If I can demonstrate that organizational survival requires new leadership, he might step aside, might choose the greater good over personal loyalty." "And if he doesn't?" "Then he becomes collateral damage," Enzo said coldly. "I respect Matteo, recognize his value but I won't let one man's loyalty to my brother doom hundreds of others. If he stands in the way of necessary change, he'll be removed along w

Luca stood in his office three hours after the attack, surrounded by maps, security reports, and surveillance footage but his mind kept returning to the gardens, to Sienna throwing herself over a terrified child without hesitation. "You're not listening," Matteo said, interrupting his thoughts. "I heard you," Luca said, refocusing. "Enzo's location confirmed - the warehouse district, surrounded by six men, armed but not expecting retaliation this quickly." "And your orders?" Matteo asked. "We move at dawn," Luca said. "Quiet, controlled. I want him alive for questioning, want to understand exactly how deep this betrayal goes before deciding consequences." Matteo nodded, making notes. "The demolitions expert?" "Find him," Luca commanded. "I want confirmation that Enzo ordered this attack, want evidence that can't be disputed or explained away by convenient excuses about signatures and coincidence." "Done," Matteo said, then paused. "How's Sienna?" "Injured," Luca said, h

Luca returned to the estate twelve hours later, covered in blood that wasn't entirely his, carrying the weight of what he'd done to his brother and the brutal certainty that Enzo's betrayal ran deeper than anyone had suspected. Matteo had the cleanup handled, had men scrubbing the warehouse and disposing of evidence while lawyers prepared explanations for Enzo's sudden disappearance—the machinery of violence and consequence that kept their world running. But all Luca wanted was to check on Sienna. He found her awake, sitting carefully in bed with pillows supporting her back, staring out the window at the gardens where she'd nearly died.The evening light caught her profile, and Luca saw exhaustion and pain written in every line of her face. "You're back," she said without turning. "Did you handle it?" "Yes," Luca said simply, not elaborating on what "handling it" had required. "Your brother?" Sienna asked. "Won't be a problem anymore," Luca said, his voice flat. Now Si

Sienna spent the next three days recovering from her injuries, and Luca spent those same three days being unexpectedly, consistently present. Not hovering, not demanding, just there whenever she needed something.He brought her meals personally, sat reading in the chair while she rested, helped her change bandages when the doctor wasn't available, always asking permission before touching, always respecting the boundaries she set.And every night, without discussion or negotiation, he slept beside her, just warmth, just presence, their hands somehow always finding each other in the darkness.It was domestic in a way that terrified Sienna more than his earlier obsession had.Because obsession she could hate cleanly; domesticity was far more dangerous.On the fourth day, Sienna was finally strong enough to sit in the garden, carefully positioned so the sun wouldn't hit her healing back.Luca had arranged for cushions and shade, had made sure she had books and water and everything she mi

Matteo found Luca in his office three days later, surrounded by organizational reports he was clearly not reading, his mind obviously elsewhere. Probably with Sienna, who was napping upstairs after another difficult night of fever dreams and shared warmth. "We need to talk," Matteo said, closing the door behind him. "About?" Luca asked, looking up. "Serena DeLuca," Matteo said, dropping a thick file on the desk. Luca went very still. "What about her?" "She's not the angel you remember," Matteo said grimly. "And she's definitely not some innocent socialite living a quiet life in Milan." He opened the file, spreading photographs and documents across the desk. "Serena DeLuca is currently engaged to Marcus Vitale—heir to the Vitale family, our biggest rivals in the northern territories." Luca stared at the photographs. Serena at expensive restaurants, at charity galas, always on the arm of a handsome man in his thirties, always wearing designer clothes and jewelry that cos