Chapter Nineteen: It's about time

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• Claimed by the Mafia King    Twenty-Five: Two hearts speaks

  Damiano's POV I tried to hold my smile, I really did. But I couldn't.Even though Detective Shawn was staring at me and Alessia, I still couldn't hide my amusement.I thought she would run towards the detective, but instead, she chose to go ahead with my lie.Though I had to admit, she was bad at acting. I'm sure everyone knew she was faking it."So, I'm guessing you don't want to go with the detective," I said, my lips tipping into a smirk.She paused and raised her head to meet my gaze.She didn't have to say anything. Her eyes said it all."Of course, I don't want to go with the detective! Don't you get the message?!"I turned to the detective, and my smirk faded away as I pulled my arm away from Alessia's and pulled her closer to me. She flinched, her eyes widening in shock.But her expression couldn't be compared to that of Leo's when I kissed her forehead.He looked like he had seen a ghost."I'm sorry, Shawn. You heard the lady, so we have to go now," I said, pulling Alessia

• Claimed by the Mafia King    Chapter Twenty-Four : Effortless Attraction

  Alessia's POV I didn't know what to say or do.I knew I wanted to be far from Damiano by all means, but the last thing I needed was to be next to a human owl who couldn't take his eyes off of me. I still wasn't sure why he made me uncomfortable. I didn't even care to know at the moment. All I knew was that he looked like bad news, and I wasn't ready to jump out of the fire that I was in, onto another."So what do you say, beautiful," The detective said.Yuck! Talk about creepy. Well, I knew what to do.I wrapped my hand around Damiano's, letting out a sigh. Then I crouched over a bit as I winced. "I'm sorry, Mr. Detective, but I can't go with you," I said, my voice a little above a whisper as I rested my head on Damiano's arm.I had to admit, he had strong, built arms.The detective frowned, before smiling up to his eyes. "It would only be for a—"I let out a loud sob which surprised the detective. The same went for Leo. I guess he didn't expect me to be good at pretending. If o

• Claimed by the Mafia King    Chapter Twenty-Three: A hard Choice

  Alessia's POV I leaned against the car, I and Luca's conversation going through my mind."Who exactly are you looking for ?" He had said after I told him I needed to find someone."I'm not sure yet," I muttered. "All I know is that the person has ties to my family, and wants to harm us."He chuckled. "You're holding out on me, Bella.""I'm sorry Luca, but you know this works—family ties are left hidden."I couldn't tell Luca about my brother. He only knew me as a girl who came to Porta Inferni searching for information. He didn't know anything else about me.I knew he was a nice man, but he was still Gangstar and someone who had spent almost all his life in Porta Inferni. So, he couldn't be trusted.He let out a sigh. "It's fine, I get you. So, when do you need this person?"I had looked towards the window again, but Damiano was no longer there. I sense of relief flooded my mind. For some reason, I couldn't help but feel like he could hear everything I was saying. But that was impos

• Claimed by the Mafia King    Chapter Twenty-Two: Searching

  Damiano's POV I couldn't hear the words the other person on the call said, but I heard hers.She wanted to find someone. I guess she knew who did this to her family's home. I crouched down, picking up a piece of the ripped picture on the floor.The moment my fingers came in contact with it, a sizzling sensation overtook my fingers as they burned from the touch."Acidic powder," Leo muttered as he walked into the room. I nodded in response. All the pieces of the picture were covered in it. Whoever did this wasn't just trying to find something, but also wanted to hurt someone."Did she touch it?" Leo asked, pulling my attention.I shook my head as I straightened up. "Luckily I got here right on time before she could."That was the reason I said the stuff I said. I couldn't let her think that I cared about her. I didn't. I just didn't want my doctor to get hurt. I mean, if she or even her fingers got hurt, then who would treat me?I raised my hand, staring as my fingers healed up—musc

• Claimed by the Mafia King    Chapter Twenty-One:The mission

  Alessia's POV I turned to find Damiano standing behind me with his hands in his pocket.He was dressed in a black shirt and black pants. The first two buttons of his shirt were undone, leaving me curious about what lay beyond the rest. Which was weird because I had seen him shirtless, so why the heck was I...wait a minute...what was I thinking?I shook my head, chasing away the thoughts that were filling it up. I wasn't sure what was happening to me."I knew you were a weirdo," Damiano said, grabbing my attention.His silver eyes held mine in place. It took a few seconds before I was able to break free."I'm sorry, but you can't go home with me," I muttered. "I'll go home, pack my bags, and then tomorrow I'll be at the Valentino mansion first thing tomorrow morning."I turned and was about to leave when Damiano's next words made me halt in my tracks. "You don't get to decide, Bianchi."I stayed there frozen, not knowing what to say or do. Suddenly a hand was wrapped around my neck

• Claimed by the Mafia King    Chapter Twenty: Needing more than Courage

  Alessia's POV It took all the strength in me to get my legs to move. I passed through a few nurses and doctors, ignoring their greetings. The last thing I needed was to talk to anyone. I couldn't even summon the courage to head to the Chairman's office again. Not after the threat Damiano made.I was about to head into the office when someone called out my name, but I ignored the call. Suddenly, a hand grabbed me by the hand, making me turn around."Are you okay?" Marcello asked, pulling my attention. I was confused at first, before finally nodding. "Yes, I'm fine.""Are you sure?" He asked, concern lacing each word he said. "Because you look like you just saw a ghost.""Or something close to it," I whispered, looking away."You said what?""I mean... I'm good. You don't have to worry about me," I lied, not wanting to bother him or anyone.I had to admit, Damiano was kind of like a ghost, or a demon, one created to make me miserable. Besides, if I told anyone else, who knew what Dam