All Chapters of Captured And Claimed By The Mafia Don : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Kimberly POV We barely spoke after the ceremony. The silence between us was suffocating, yet it suited me just fine. I wasn’t happy about the whole Mafia thing and was only waiting for Leonardo to slip up, give me an opening to unleash all the venom I’d bottled up.Sitting on my bed, I glanced at the to-do list I’d written that morning. It was really ironic, At the top of the list was calling Ian daily. Next was avoiding Emily. I’d pulled out of her persistent attempts to make us bond, but she just kept coming back.Further down, I’d added something for myself, reading romance novels. I’d intentionally chosen a mafia romance, thinking I might find some peace in it, Instead, it just irritated me. The characters were so infuriatingly smitten with each other, their lives somehow perfect despite the chaos. Unlike me, the female lead wasn’t kidnapped, dragged into a world she didn’t belong to.I slammed the book shut and tossed it onto the bed. My irritation bubbled over, making me restle

Kimberly POV I couldn't forget Monica's words. It was past evening and I was awaiting Helen's call for dinner. I wasn't hungry. I was frustrated and heading towards the gym."Off all days!" I frowned, trying to force open the door. The gym was locked just like everything in this mansion.I had spent the day reading a new mafia novel. It seems better than the previous ones I’d been reading. In it, the female lead took power into her own hands and made the male lead fall in love with her. But that male lead was cooperative, not the pig-headed man I called my husband.I reached the heavy glass door and tugged at the handle. It didn’t budge. "Off all days!" I frowned, trying to force open the door. The gym was locked just like everything in this mansion."Just forget it." I said to no one in particular, and went to sit on the marble steps outside, hugging my knees to my chest.The evening air was thick, the heavy clouds above were promising rain. I didn’t know how long I stayed there,

Kimberly's POV“There’s going to be a two-week training for all new recruits. As Don and Donna, we have to be available,” Leonardo said casually, his voice steady as he bit into his toast.I glanced up from my plate. Why does he always wait until breakfast to drop these little landmines? Does he want me to choke to death?“What will be my job?” I asked, trying to keep my irritation in check.“Nothing much,” he replied with a shrug. “Just that it’s unavoidable for you not to be there.”I sighed. “All I’ll be doing is welcoming people?”He nodded, his focus never wavering from his meal.“What a life,” I muttered under my breath, poking at my eggs. My tone was sharp enough to make him glance at me, but I didn’t care if he heard.---“You’re done for today, ma’am,” Enzo said with a grin, handing me a bottle of water.I smiled back, wiping sweat from my brow. “Not gonna lie, it was enjoyable,” I admitted, my muscles aching from the self-defense session.“Of course, ma’am. It only proves ho

Leonardo’s POV"You've been on my nerves ever since you arrived," I muttered under my breath, barely controlling the surge of frustration rising within me."Then return me," she shot back, her voice tinged with a biting sharpness. "Not like I begged to be here in the first place."I gritted my teeth. "If I had a choice, I wouldn't need a damn reminder.""Leonardo," she said quietly, her gaze steady despite the tension thickening the air. "What exactly am I doing wrong? I'm just trying to help.""Yes..." I snapped before I could stop myself. "Your idea of help is exactly what’s getting on my nerves. You're tarnishing my image," I barked. The words left my mouth before I could take them back.“Fuck it” I cursed under my breath.I watched her flinch, taking a step back, her eyes wide with a flicker of pain."Tarnishing your image, you say?" Kimberly's voice was low but firm. "Trying to join in with the welcome party is what’s tarnishing your image. But sleeping in a separate room from min

Kimberly’s POV"I'm sorry," Leonardo whispered, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. His touch was soft,catching me off guard. Everything about his touch contradicted everything I’d come to know about him.I stepped back, breaking the kiss. My lips tingle, my body betraying me with a warmth that lingered in my chest arguing against my better judgment.The wind carried a biting chill, and I shivered as it cut through me.“Let’s go, Kimberly,”he urged, his voice low and controlled, “Why?” My voice was barely audible, but I held my ground. “Why should I follow you, Leonardo? Because I have nowhere to go? Because I have no father to protect me? Because I owe a five-hundred-million debt? Or is it because you hold my brother’s life in your hands?”My words came out fast, biting, each one laced with the frustration I’d been bottling up for so long.“Kimberly…”“Or maybe,” I interrupted, my voice sharp with sarcasm, “it’s because I’m now the Donna of the almighty Mafia