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Claim by the Don Chapter 2.35
Zoey p.o.vThe cool afternoon gust swept past my face, caressing my face. The sun shone down, creating a glow over the earth and a sense of warmth that hugged my skin. My heart refused to slow down, even after leaving his overwhelming presence. I could feel the afternoon whiff of my skin and the fresh scent of nature that surrounded Marco's private estate.Rebecca and I strolled the lengthy path, since Marco had his home in the middle of a forest. It was a long walk to civilization.As we walked, my mind raced with thoughts of him. The way his piercing black eyes had locked onto mine, and how my breath caught in my throat. There was something about him that both intrigued and frightened me. His presence was overpowering, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability around him.Rebecca sensed my unease and nudged me with her elbow. “Hey, are you okay?” she asked, concern clear in her voice.I forced a smile and nodded. “Yeah, I'm fine. Just a slight shaken up, that's all.”Re
Claim by the Don Chapter 2.36
Zoey P.O. vI stood before the door, unable to proceed any further. My heart pounding against my ribcage, I remained frozen in place, too scared to move an inch. It overwhelmed me with fear and uncertainty. The walk back to the mansion was an inner battle for me. I'm much more terrified of delivering this unpleasant news to Marco. How do I even start? Not only that, but I could see the bond between him and Rebecca, and their friendship was unexplainable and unique. Something I wish I had. I'm quite aware of how badly Marco will react, and I'm prepared to take consequences for my actions. He's going to criticize me for this, a guilt I'm not about to deny. It's my fault that Rebecca got kidnapped, and I won't avoid it. Tears welled up in my eyes, the weight of what has happened weighed down on my shoulders. I can't being to imagine the trauma this incident is going to cause her, fright, frightened by the unknown and what they have in store for her, which won't be good. This might e
Claim by the Don Chapter 2.37
Zoey P.O.vThe surgery is over; the bullets were successfully removed, and the doctors declared that he's stabilized. But would still be kept under close observation, which is good. I was with Marco throughout the operation. He was half conscious when I arrived, and he held onto my hand, not letting go even after he went unconscious. I didn't mind being in the emergency room with him where the surgery took place, even though the sight would cause me my meals for a week. I was, in fact, grateful that he still thought of me in his weak shape. Right now, they are preparing to transfer him to a room, that is when his grip on my palm loosened. I reluctantly let go and came out of the room. Marco's family were in the hallway waiting anxiously for good news. “How did it go? Is my son okay? Please tell me.” His mom was the first to come to me, throwing questions at me. His dad appeared behind her, running his large palm on her shoulder to calm her. “He's fine. The doctors said he's now s
Claim by the Don Chapter 2.38
Zoey p.o.vEntering the apartment mom and I lived in for years now, the silence that welcomed me was deafening. The coldness of the living brought goosebumps on my body, the memory of when I was daytime kidnapped flashed before my eyes. I shrunk back as sudden fear engulfed me. I shook my head rapidly to push back the fear. I wanted a quiet rest. That's why I begged the driver to bring me here. I don't know if this is a wise choice with the lurking threats. But I want a moment for myself, my personal space to breathe without anyone asking me if I'm okay or just checking up on me. I need to reflect on myself. I walked further inside the house, dropping my bag on the couch, then went to the kitchen. The whole place is untouched, just the way it was when I was last here. Mom hasn't been staying here, that means Marco had people clean this house constantly because everything is neat and clean. I took a bottle of water from the fridge, gulping down it content directly from the bottle
Claim by the Don Chapter 2.39
Zoey p.o.v“Marco?” I breathe out, it all felt like the time is slowed down as I raced to him. I didn't about the people around, I hugged him to myself tightly while I sobbed. I cried because I was overjoyed, and I cried because he hugged me back as if he's life depended on it. I had clung unto Marco tightly, too tight for someone who's recovering from a bullet wound. I has been carried away by my emotions that I didn't realize I might be hurting him. I moved to pull back, but Marco's grip on me tightens. “Don't.” Marco's hoarse voice snapped. I have missed the sound of his voice, and my body reaction to his voice. The vibration and goosebumps it brings to me. “Don't leave, stay with me.” He added, drawing me closer. “Okay, I won't let go.” I whispered, my voice filled with sincerity, I relaxed against him, savoring the moment. To anyone listening to us, it might just be words of encouragement. But that was us expressing our emotions through words, and I promised to always stay
Claim by the Don Chapter 2.40
Zoey p.o.v“Get out.” Marco hissed. “Huh…. Sir?” she faltered, I was also caught off-guard. “I won't repeat myself again, out.” He barked, startling the fragile looking nurse. She didn't have to be told twice, she bolts out of the room scared. Tension hangs in the air, suffocating to breathe. Neither Luciano nor Matthew wants to break the silence, concerned not to annoy Marco further. “Marco, you need to take it easy, and you need to take your health seriously.” I said, breaking the silence. “You've not fully recovered yet, and you have to allow her to do her job. You've chased every nurse assigned to you, why?” “I don't need her, I have you with me.” He stood up and came to me. He lifts me up with ease and occupy my place then dropped me on his lap. “I'm not the professional here, she is, and you need her more at the moment. So please cooperate with them, so you can get back on your feet.” I scolded him. “Fuck that.” He simply dismissed me, and buried his face in my boobs. Oh
Claim by the Don Chapter 2.41
Zoey p.o.vWe've been on the road for a few minutes now, and I'm curious to know where exactly it is we are going to. “So, where are we going to exactly?” I broke the silence, as I adjusted slightly in Marco's arms to get a look at his face. His large arm was around my waist like a ring, trapping me. “A brothel.” He replied distinctively, his focus wasn't on me, it was on something else or better said someone else. A specific Angela. He was so tense, and restless. “Yes, I knew that.” I heard his buddy telling him that at the hospital. “like is it some kind of mafia slang or an actual brothel?”“A brothel as in a real brothel where prostitutes get paid to have sex with a client.” At his response, I fell silent for a while. “Oh! I didn't know you had one of those, strip club that I'm aware of but a brothel?” I was baffled, disappointed even. But who am I to tell him what to do. Before Marco could reply, the car rode to a stop in front of an old modern single - story building. Th
Claim by the Don Chapter 2.42
Marco p.o.vI clenched my fists, and struggles to keep my body from shaking in anger. The room feels suffocating, the air thick with tension. My heart pounds in my chest, an unsteady rhythm of frustration. I am pissed, seething with rage that threatens to consume me, but I held back, restraining myself. We are currently in my office in the brothel, a place I didn't want to establish. It was this bitch's idea to build it, with reasons that it could both be a cover-up for some of my business, while does her thing. Her eyes swiftly flickered to my clenched fist, before quickly averted her gaze to my face. I watched as she shifts uncomfortable in her seat, I smirked inwardly. “You don't seem too happy to see me.” She purred in what could be a seductive tone, but sounded like a wounded cow to me. The anger I was trying so hard to suppress, threatens to erupt like a volcano. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath trying to find solace as I imagined Zoey's smiling face. Slowly, the ten
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