All Chapters of Claimed By The Mafia Boss: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ISABELLA GARCIAI fell asleep on the couch in the living room because I was waiting for Enzo to come home.I opened my eyes, a little confused at first.I had never slept in the living room so my brain took a little time to process where I was.As soon as I understood, I sprung up. I checked the windows and confirmed that it was dark outside. The wall clock told me that it was the early hours of the morning. Ten minutes past three am. Where the hell was Enzo?I went upstairs, taking the stairs two at a time. My heart raced and my mind wouldn't stop thinking of the worst.“Please be upstairs,” I whispered the prayer to myself. I did this as I climbed the stairs. Deep in my heart, I knew it was unlikely for Enzo to be upstairs. If he had come back earlier, he would have woken me up so we could move to the bedroom together.He would have never let me sleep on the couch. Just as I expected, he wasn't in the room. I went for my phone immediately and called.Taking breathing exercise

ENZO MORETTI “The police saw a gram of snow on her. They took her in for questioning,” Marco said over the call. I threw my closet open to find new clothes. “The fuck!” I exclaimed. I wanted something to distract me, but not something like this. I didn’t want to think of the fight with Isa. She was right. Ethan was not my business. What she wished to do with her life was not my business. “Do you know where?” I asked Marco. I quickly put him on my speaker. Then I tried to rush with dressing up. “Yup. Turner is already there,” Marco gave me more info. My hand froze over my button. “The slime,” I hissed. Mark Turner was nothing but a waste. He was well-feared in the province. He also came with a lot of problems so people avoided him. But the one that stood out more was how useful he made himself to us. He was an unofficial informant. Turner would sell his family for drugs. The only thing he loved more than drugs were women and he was good at subduing them. My ja

MARCO MARTIN “Catch!” I called out, throwing the keys without warning. Enzo was caught off guard and spun around, but I had already tossed them farther than he expected. He twisted back, trying to recover, but misjudged the distance. His foot slipped slightly. It was just enough to make his attempt look awkward. Predictable. I jogged past him, quick and smooth, snatching the keys off the floor just before his fingers could reach them. Enzo was still crouched down, breathing heavily. He looked up at me, his expression showing visible annoyance. I leaned against the wall to watch him and draw up my conclusions. I already had them in mind. This was just a small exercise to assure me. With a sharp exhale, Enzo straightened his shirt and stood in one fluid motion. “How’s the kid?” I asked Enzo as I eyed him. Enzo walked up to me. “Still breathing,” he said trying to sound like he didn't mind. “Maybe getting better, maybe not. It’s still hard to tell.” Enzo and I walked side b

ISABELLA GARCIA The court case was today but I was at Ethan’s bedside that morning. I looked to Sam for some help while Ethan waited for an answer. Sam shifted his gaze to the floor in a bid to avoid me. He was simply telling me he was here as my lawyer and only my lawyer. This was why I needed Enzo or Cleo. Since Cleo was tied up at work and I didn't want Enzo anywhere close to this case, I pushed the thought away. I could do this on my own. Ethan had improved significantly since his hospital stay. According to Dr. Smith, his antibodies were finally doing their job again. His doctors allowed him to have visitors, but only under strict supervision and careful preparation. And it was only for a few hours each day. We were trying not to overwork his immune system. “You got a hairdo,” Ethan said, his small fingers running through my soft curls. “Yup. Mama got a hairdo,” I replied with a smile. I wiped a smudge off his cheek with a washcloth, gently cleaning up the r

ISABELLA GARCIA Enzo kissed me like he couldn’t live without me, and I savored every bit of it. His face pressed against mine, his lips moving with a hunger that let him suck and bite, pull and hold. When he pushed his tongue in, my body melted, my eyes fluttering shut as his sweetness filled me up. Kissing him was an art. Loving him was an even greater one. But Enzo was weight to me. Sam had already said that Terry would like to talk about Enzo’s alleged involvement in some illegal dealings, as well as his approach of force against Terry. It was what Terry’s lawyer was using to build their case. They were telling the judge that I, Isabella Garcia, who has been there for my kid all these years after Terry broke our wedding bows and left me to fend for myself… They were saying I was no longer capable of doing my job because I was involved with Enzo Moretti, as though I wasn't allowed to have a life of my own. I had told Sam about that day at the parking lot. I also had to te