All Chapters of Captured And Claimed By The Mafia Don : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Kimberly POV I woke to a persistent knock on my door. Did I mention I’ve moved out of this room already? Well, now I’m back here again, the only place that feels familiar in this twisted mansion.“Come in,” I said groggily, rubbing my eyes.Enzo entered, casting me a look laced with impatience.“You’ve been sleeping since yesterday, until now?” he asked, his tone dripping with judgement.I sighed, irritation stirring. This guy was really starting to get under my skin.“What—” I began, but he cut me off.“The boss wants to see you. Now,” he said.“The boss? Leonardo’s back? Since when?”“Please come with me,” Enzo replied, pretending he hadn’t heard me. He clearly had no intention of filling me in.I was still in shorts and an oversized T-shirt. Since he hadn’t suggested I change, I took that as permission to stay as I was. If Leonardo didn’t like it, he could blame Enzo, not me.Following his brisk pace, I realised we were heading to a part of the house I’d never seen before. The furt

Kimberly POV Enzo soon called to tell me it was time to leave. I was glad I came. It had been a good day already.Luciana clung to my cargo pants as I tried to go. “It’s okay, she’ll come visit another time,” Emily said, trying to coax her daughter. Lucy reluctantly let go, but the tears in her eyes nearly undid me. “Babies—they’re so sweet,” I murmured, bending down to hug her. “You’ll come again, huh?” she whispered, her lip trembling. “Pinky promise,” she said, thrusting her tiny finger toward me. I laughed softly and hooked my pinky around hers. “Pinky promise,” I whispered, meaning it. I already saw family here, even if they weren’t supposed to be mine. Behind me, Enzo cleared his throat. I shot him to look sharp enough to cut glass. I understood their rules—emotions weren’t encouraged. But was he really this heartless? I hissed under my breath and gave Emily a final hug before following him out the door. In the car, I noticed the food flask beside me. Emily had

The night before That evening, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as my mind spun in circles. The air in the room felt too thick, pressing down on my chest like a weight I couldn’t escape. The phone beside me glowed faintly in the dark, a reminder that everything I knew was about to change. Sleep teased the edges of my mind, but it refused to stay. My thoughts raced. What if I had gone too far? What if there was no way back? Just as I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness, the phone buzzed, sharp and intrusive. I grabbed it with shaky fingers. A message from S. "Just a little push. Tomorrow, everything will change."I swallowed hard, my throat dry. I wanted to believe I'm just not doing the wrong thing.The Next Morning The moment my eyes opened, my hand instinctively reached for my phone. Lately, checking my I*******m has become a reflex—since I met s. Today was no different. I scrolled mindlessly until a message from S appeared, waiting for me like a coiled snake."You'

Leonardo POV I rested my head on the desk, the world around me fading as the conversation with Salvatore played on repeat in my mind. His voice was so clear, full of malice, too alive in my thoughts, and every word was like a fresh reminder that he never left.****** The Day Of The Explosion I was sipping my morning coffee when my phone buzzed. It was an unknown number. I picked it up regardless.Silence hung in the air before a voice cut through it—cold, smooth, and maddeningly familiar.“Hello, Mr. Leonardo,” he greeted.The sound of his voice was enough to make my blood run cold. I gripped the edge of the table, forcing myself to stay calm. “Salvatore.”“Nardo,” he purred, his tone thick with mockery. Only Salvatore called me that, his favourite insult hidden under a thin layer of sarcasm.“So quick to remember me”My teeth clenched, jaw tight. “What do you want?”“Ah, straight to business, as always.” He chuckled—a low, grating sound that made me clench my fist around the coffe

Kimberly POV One thing my father taught me was the importance of keeping the flowers tidy. Yet, as I scanned the garden, I couldn't help but notice the neglect—overgrown edges, untrimmed blooms. It irked me, especially with a splitting headache pounding behind my eyes, but tending to the flowers offered a strange kind of solace, a brief reprieve from the storm in my head.Monica's presence gnawed at me, an itch that refused to be ignored. What kind of personal assistant follows her boss home? The way they had interacted that night, anyone could see the familiarity was far more than professional. Lost in thought, I didn't even realize when my clippers slid too far, nicking my nail against a thorn. The sudden sting snapped me back, just as a familiar voice cut through the quiet.“Be careful,” Leonardo called out, his voice sharp enough to make me jolt.Blood welled up from the cut, trailing down my finger, and a wave of dizziness washed over me. Before I could react, Leonardo was beside