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Claimed By The Mafia Boss The Price Of Compassion
Isabella GarciaCleo hated when I canceled dates from the dating app she’d forced me to join. To her, finding love was the answer to all my problems.I didn’t agree, but today, I was so drained that I decided to use it to my advantage.“You’re canceling the date again?!” Cleo yelled from the room. She burst out, blue stockings muffling her hurried steps.“I have to take Ethan for his checkup. It’s the first Saturday of the month.” I wiped our lunch glasses and tucked them into the bottom cabinet.Normally, I wouldn’t tell Cleo when I planned to cancel. She would find out when she asked. But today, I wanted her to stop me.Right on cue, she said, “I’ll take Ethan to the hospital.” She stood in the doorway, arms folded.I glanced back, feigning surprise. “Oh, no. You don’t have to.”“Yes, I do. You’ve canceled enough dates already.”I sighed, closing the cabinet. “I can’t change your mind, can I?”She smiled, shaking her head. “You can’t.” Grabbing my arm, she pulled me toward my room.
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-12-04Claimed By The Mafia Boss It's Better If You Don't See Me
Enzo MorettiI stepped forward cautiously, my hand hovering in the air. If I hadn’t seen her lash out earlier, I might have rested it on her shoulder.“I’m really sorry,” I said.She turned to face me, tears streaking her face, though she tried to push them away.It wasn’t my fault for thinking she was married. The way she was dressed screamed 'date night.' Her brown hair in soft ringlets, rose-colored lipstick, and a dress meant for special occasions. My gut told me she was heading to meet someone important, maybe her husband, before she got roped into helping me.If I was right, I needed to know immediately. If someone saw her leave with me and started looking for her, my safety was on the line.She might’ve helped me, but I wasn’t going to risk my life over a misstep.“I want to go home,” she said, her voice trembling.My instincts flared. This was survival. My life depended on dissecting every word, every move, because trust was a luxury I couldn’t afford. Everyone had a price, an
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-12-05Claimed By The Mafia Boss BANG!
Isabella GarciaThe thought of dying hit me like a brick, and I froze, fear crawling over me. My lips clamped shut, my breath barely a whisper. My eyes stayed wide, still in shock, long after Enzo left. All I could think was how the hell I’d ended up here. Tears burned at the corners of my eyes. The fear was crushing, and my heart felt like it was going to explode in the silence that followed. I listened, desperate for any sound, any clue about what was happening outside. But there was nothing. Even though my legs were hurting fom squatting, I didn’t sit down. I stayed in my position, crouched, alert and ready. I had to make it out of here. I had to hold Ethan again, play cards with my Cleo, and sip red wine like nothing was wrong. I couldn’t die here. Not like this. "Please, God, not like this." Another bang. Louder. More violent. My body jerked, my fingers instinctively covering my ears. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited. Either Enzo shot at the intruder...or they shot at
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-12-05Claimed By The Mafia Boss A New Day
ENZO MORETTI I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night. Isa on the other hand slept after trying to sob quietly. She didn’t do a good job at keeping her voice low. I could hear her whimpers from where I was seated. I knew she wanted to be left alone. I promised not to leave her side and I was keeping that promise. On the other hand, I wished I could console her. I knew she wouldn’t have appreciated me coming to console her so I had to let her be until she eventually slept off. The entire night was a torture for me. I thought about Marco. I was mad at him for bringing Larry to my safe house. And Larry. If I could kill him again, I would do it. I’ll snap my boots deep into his guts so he wrenches in pain. I was only thinking about it but I could already see Isa watching me. She was filled with trembling fear as she watched me. I remembered the look in her eyes tonight and I hated myself some more. Sleep was far from me tonight so I stayed awake, rethinking my life
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-02Claimed By The Mafia Boss The Rat Race Begins
ISABELLA GARCIA “You’re back!” Cleo opened the door and pulled me into a hug. “And that did not look like an uber,” she announced with glee. My face was buied in her hair and I pulled away desperately. I was worried about Ethan, my son. I had to see him. Cleo frowned in confusion when I pulled her away. She called for me. “Isa?” Cleo asked while following me. I was looking everywhere for him. The drawers, between the sofas, and under the center table. The only thing replaying in my mind was the driver’s last words to me before I got down. “Mr. Enzo said to remind you to stay calm so you don’t make a mistake.” I could barely see his eyes from the rearview mirror. He had on a facecap too, but I knew that he was threatening me. Enzo was coming for us and I had to move fast. “Where is Ethan?” I asked, turning away from my fruitless search. There were other rooms in the house and though I was yet to get there, my chest was tightening already. My world was either crumbling
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-07Claimed By The Mafia Boss Who Gets Out?
ENZO MORETTI Cole signalled for the man standing behind him to fill his glass. When he half filled it and tried to step back, Cole smacked the back of his head. His forehead hit the table and the man, one of our newest recruits, groaned. Clutching his head, he stepped back. Cole was my least liked associate. He was a loud, barking dog with no teeth. I clenched my teeth, watching in irritation as the scene unfolded. If he wasn't investing so much money from his family’s enterprise, I would have put him in his place a long time ago. My soldiers weren't servants for his use. They were noble men who worked noble jobs with me. That is until any of them decided to betray me. “Come here,” Cole motioned for the man behind him. Marco and I shared a glance. We both shared in the hatred for Cole. In this room, our joint hatred was so much I could almost touch it in the air. We also knew none of us were going to stop him. At least not now that he was rolling out some new money and co
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-08Claimed By The Mafia Boss Surprise At The Door
CLEO GARCIAKnock. Knock. Knock.Isa was scaring me so bad. My heart leaped out of me as soon as I heard the knock.My demeanor sank away and it only got worse when I faced Isa.We both heard the knock. It had come out fast and loud. It was the type of sound you cannot deny hearing even if you tried.“Do you think she came back?” Isa asked. Her eyes were wide with fear. It was clear that she was clinging on to that hope just as I was.She glanced around and I heard her heart beating from this side of the room. I shook my head but I wasn’t disagreeing with Isa.I wanted it—needed it to be Ethan’s home teacher. If it wasn’t her, then I couldn’t guess who it would be.Maybe a friend from work but I don’t exactly have ‘friends’ that would visit my home without telling me.I wondered if they were Isa’s friends from school but that didn’t make sense too.Isa left school a long time ago. She was in med school and had to give up her dreams of being a doctor to take care of Ethan.If no one
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-14Claimed By The Mafia Boss Ethan and Enzo Finally Meet
ISABELLA GARCIA I was losing my mind but Enzo’s kiss brought me to peace. I felt it in an instant. The goosebumps traveled from my neck to my back. His hands cupped my face and his chest pressed down on my breasts. It was wrong for a kiss to feel this good. It was wrong for Enzo Moretti to kiss me and bring me to my knees. The kiss didn't last forever. It didn't even come close though I would have preferred that. “You said you wouldn't hurt me,” I said as my forehead touched Enzo’s. I had to be away from this man and yet, touching him felt divine. I found myself closing my eyes and recalling the beautiful parts of last night. His thick musk of cologne. I touched his jaw and it was sharp against my fingers. So sharp it felt like I had been cut. “And I meant it,” Enzo said in the calm voice only he could muster. I envied him for that. I also feared him for that. How can the thing you love about someone be the same thing that gets you scared of them? How ca
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Claimed By The Mafia Boss Augustine Stanford
ISABELLA GARCIA “Did you mean what you said last night?” Enzo asked as soon as he killed the engine. He had an event to attend and had asked me to come with him. He asked a week ago, and I promised I would go. After everything that had happened yesterday, I wished I could back out, but I had given him my word. My presence in his life had disrupted things for him, no matter how humble he was about it. The least I could do was try to fix what I could while I was still here. But I knew we were finally going to have this conversation about what I said. With Bobby’s situation, there was no time last night. He was doing better now, thank God. Still in recovery though which was why Enzo was driving. He didn't want to give his job to any other person. I think he didn't trust any other person. “Going to my mum’s? Yes. I meant it, and I’m sure you understand why. Ethan… he can’t handle something like that, physically or mentally,” I said all at once. I was in the passenger seat, wearing
Claimed By The Mafia Boss I’m Sorry, Enzo
ENZO MORETTI I stood by the door as Isa put Ethan to sleep. It wasn’t much of a bedtime story tonight. Ethan talked about what his dad’s death meant, and Isa held him close. I didn’t want to disrupt them. If it were up to me, I would have waited outside, but Isa asked me to stay. She wanted me here. “If you want me to stay with you tonight, I can do that,” Isa offered as she tucked the blanket around Ethan. Ethan clutched his pillow, lying on his side as Isa brushed his forehead gently. “No, thank you,” Ethan murmured. Isa bent down and kissed his forehead. She lingered there, pressing her cheek against his for a moment. “I love you,” Isa whispered, so softly that I barely caught the words. “Call me if you need anything.” Isa said and straightened. “Goodnight,” Ethan told her. Isa watched him for a few seconds, then let out a quiet sigh and stepped back. She turned off the lamp which was the last source of light in the room. Even the blinds were shut. My eyes adjusted to t
Claimed By The Mafia Boss Ethan’s Word At The Table
ISABELLA GARCIA “This is so crazy, babe. Are you okay?” I rushed out to Enzo, flinging my bag onto our bed. Enzo sat at the edge of the bed, taking off his shoes. He was shirtless, his back carved into beautiful chunks of muscle that flexed as he moved. He turned to face me, his neck craning. I hurried across the room. I wanted to stop and take off my shoes too, but I needed to be beside him already. Enzo had called me while I was still with Cleo to tell me what Edwina did. Edwina was Terry’s mom. I hadn’t heard from her in months. She never really cared about Ethan and me, but she loved Terry. “I got dragged for answers. I wasn’t beat up,” Enzo assured me as I sat beside him. He held my chin, and I sighed, feeling safe in his warmth. “This is all my fault,” I breathed out. “If I wasn’t with you, you wouldn’t be dragged into this.” Enzo shook his head, his fingers sliding to the back of my head. “This is happening not just because I’m with you, but because of me.” H
Claimed By The Mafia Boss Ambushed
ENZO MORETTI Nothing and nowhere is safe. Marco used to say that a lot. He never understood why we were even doing the press meets. To him, it was all fake, and the public could see right through it. “You sat there and spoke about a man you didn’t know, and you think that’s enough? We have to do more,” Marco said, his frustration clear. We finished the press conference at noon today. Normally, that would have been the end of our work for the day, but we still had meetings to handle at the office. It felt like everything was slowly falling apart. Every time we thought we were done, a new issue would come up, forcing us to sit and talk it through. The truth is, I am exhausted. But giving up and complaining would only make things worse. “Politicians are some of the fakest people on earth, but guess who votes for them? The masses.” I made my point with that statement and pulled my phone from my pocket. Isa had texted, saying she was okay. She also asked how the press meet went.
Claimed By The Mafia Boss No Journalists
ISABELLA GARCIA Cleo crouched beside me, holding a glass of water. She lifted it to my lips, but I turned my head away, pushing it aside. A few drops spilled onto my chest, cool against my skin, but I didn’t care. My focus was locked on the unfamiliar face before me. I didn't mind the water at that moment. I had my tear-stained eyes on the face I didn't know. “I’m Debbie,” The woman said as an explanation. “We work together. Cleo and I.” Debbie spoke as if introducing herself could fix things. As though knowing her name would make having her here easier. But it wouldn’t. It only made things worse and knowing her name didn't mean I knew her Silence rang out and Debbie stood in the middle of the kitchen as the awkwardness choked every one of us. Cleo moved first. She reached for my hands, and this time, I let her help me up. Debbie hesitated, then stepped back, instinctively giving us space. She had to already know she wasn’t meant to be part of this moment. It wasn't
Claimed By The Mafia Boss Who Are You?
ISABELLA GARCIA I can get another car. Let Bobby wait with you,” Enzo said firmly. He was adamant about not leaving me alone at Cleo’s house, a place that had once been my home too. He had been so worried about me lately. It was sweet. I loved the feeling of being taken care of, of knowing that I was his priority. But I didn’t want to throw his entire day off just because of my presence. He and Marco had a packed schedule. They had a conference appearance to make and a board meeting to attend. If Enzo waited for another ride, he would be late. “We don’t know who has their eyes on you,” he said, stepping closer. His hands slid to my lower waist, pulling m body against his. I sucked in a breath, my body reacting instantly. Goosebumps rose along my arms and a fluttering warmth spread in my stomach. “She let me in,” I murmured to Enzo, lifting the key above my head to show him. His eyes flicked to it, but the sight barely softened his stance. He was still guarded, his expressio
Claimed By The Mafia Boss At Dawn
CLEO GARCIA “It was the worst time of my life,” Debbie said, lifting the bottle to her lips. She took a slow, deliberate sip of water before continuing. “I was just a little girl on the school bus, and people loved to mess with the little girl. I sat at the back, kept quiet, and avoided eye contact. Until…” She raised her fingers slightly. There was a memory playing behind her eyelids. I could just tell in the silence of the pause. I reached for the bottle, and Debbie wordlessly pushed it into my palm. The early morning air was crisp as we walked, the quiet streets a stark contrast to the long, exhausting night we had spent clearing our work schedules. A colleague had celebrated his birthday, inviting a few of us from the office out for drinks. Debbie had brought me along, and afterward, I asked her to come over so we could wrap up some unfinished work. I was ready to make friends with her. We hadn’t spent the night exchanging stories or deepening what we knew about each other.
Claimed By The Mafia Boss Not Tonight
ENZO MORETTI I was in a hurry to return to my family in the living room. Isa and Ethan were waiting for me. It was Saturday night, our weekend movie night, and I had stepped into the kitchen to grab the popcorn and drinks. “Enzo?” Ethan called out. “Is it starting already?” I asked, raising my voice to be heard through the walls. I pulled open the fridge and grabbed three bottles of the homemade fruit juice Mary had prepared a few nights ago. “Almost,” Ethan replied, his voice quieter this time. “The commercials are done rolling,” Isa added. “Should I come help you?” I shook my head, though neither of them could see me. Carefully balancing everything in my hands, I steadied myself. “Don’t worry, my love. I’m done,” I assured them. The popcorn was tucked close to my stomach, wrapped in my right arm. I grabbed the juice bottles, adjusted my grip to secure them, and used my foot to nudge the fridge door shut. With everything in hand, I hurried back to the living room, where the
Claimed By The Mafia Boss Snooker
CLEO GARCIA Marco stood behind me, guiding me through the basics of snooker. I held my cue stick, resting the tip under my chin as I listened. “It’s a straightforward game,” he explained. “Each player tries to sink their balls into the table pockets. Once all their balls are in, they go for the black ball. Whoever sinks it first wins.” He walked around the rectangular table, stopping on the opposite side. “Some important rules to remember,” he continued. “You can’t claim a set, striped or solid until you sink one of its kind. And if you pocket the black ball before clearing all your balls, you lose instantly.” I glanced at the table. The balls were racked together in a tight triangle. “What if it was an accident?” I asked. “Mistakes have consequences, Chula,” Marco said, bending down to take his first shot. “I’ll go first. If I sink a ball, I keep playing until I miss.” I rolled my eyes. This wasn’t a fair game. Marco was going to beat me easily. Honestly, it was a scam that he
