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Cracks in the Sunlight
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2026-02-18 22:11:50
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CLAIMED BY THE DON The Final Price
ELENA’S POV TWO WEEKS LATER… “Naked we come and naked we shall return to Mother Earth…” the priest muttered as he read the short sermon. I stood on the damp grass as the casket lowered into the earth with a slow, final creak of ropes. Two weeks had passed since the war, yet the wound felt as fresh as the moment Papa fell. The morning sun filtered weakly through the clouds and cast long shadows across the family plot. Mamma Rosa clutched the edge of the grave, her body shaking with sobs that came from decades of shared life. She had loved him since they were young, and now she was watching the man who built her world disappear into the ground never to be seen again. Serena trembled beside her, her small hands gripping Mamma Rosa’s dress. Tears streamed down her cheeks without pause. “It is my fault,” she whispered again and again, voice hoarse. “If I had stayed with Mommy, Grandpa would still be here.” Mamma Rosa pulled her closer, but the girl kept straining forward as if s
CLAIMED BY THE DON The Cost of War
ELENA’S POVThe night exploded without warning.A thunderous boom shook the foundations of the mansion as the front gates were blown apart. Shattering glass and splintering wood rained down while automatic gunfire tore through the air like a deadly storm. “They’re coming!” a guard screamed from the east wing. “They are here. Take cover!” I grabbed Serena’s arm, my heart slamming against my ribs. “Run!” Lorenzo was already moving like a force of nature. He shoved a heavy oak table across the hallway, then spun toward us, eyes blazing with that lethal intensity I knew so well. “Get everyone to the library! Now! Get everyone into the underground bunker through the library!” Matteo crouched beside him, fresh blood soaking through his bandages as he fired short, controlled bursts down the corridor. Papa stood tall next to them, pistol steady in his grip, face carved from granite. Several guards formed a line with them, rifles cracking viciously.Renzo planted his feet next to Lorenzo.
CLAIMED BY THE DON No Safe Place
LORENZO’S POVI buckled Elena into the back seat and helped Serena climb in beside her. My hands moved fast as I checked the doors and scanned the parking lot one last time. Matteo slid behind the wheel with his jaw locked tight. I took the passenger seat and kept my gun ready on my lap.“Drive,” I told him. “Get us out of here as soon as possible.”Matteo pulled away from the hospital curb. The tires gripped the asphalt as we merged into traffic. Elena leaned forward from the back and gripped my shoulder. “What about Renzo? Our son is still out there. What if they go after him too.”She already had her phone out. Her fingers shook as she dialed our son and switched it to speaker. Renzo’s voice filled the car a moment later. “Mom? Is everything okay?”“Where are you right now?” Elena asked. Her voice cracked with panic as she tried hard to hide. “Tell me exactly where you are right now, please.”Renzo sounded confused. “I’m on my way home from basketball practice, Mom. The coach let u
CLAIMED BY THE DON Blood Demands Blood
ENZO’S POVI knelt on the bedroom floor and slipped Serena’s small feet into her polished black shoes. She wiggled her toes inside them and gave me that bright grin that always hit me straight in the chest. At nine years old my daughter already owned every soft part of me. “Daddy, make the left one tighter,” she said and kicked her foot lightly against my hand. I adjusted the strap with care and planted a kiss on her knee. “How does that feel now, princess?” She nodded fast and threw her arms around my neck in a quick hug that smelled like strawberry shampoo. “Perfect. Thank you, Daddy. You are the best.” Elena leaned against the doorframe in her white doctor’s coat, her arms crossed and a soft smile curving her lips. I stood up, crossed the room in two strides, and pulled my wife against me. I kissed her slow and deep, savoring the taste of morning coffee and the steady warmth that had kept me alive through every dark year. My hand rested on the small of her back as I held her c
CLAIMED BY THE DON Daddy’s Home
ELENA’S POV EIGHT YEARS LATER…. I wiped my hands on the towel and adjusted the last plate on the long oak table. The aroma of roasted herbs and garlic filled the dining room while Maria hummed and slid a basket of warm bread into place. Renzo carried the heavy water pitcher with steady hands, his fifteen-year-old frame already filling out with the same broad shoulders as his father. He worked with purpose, no complaints, just focused on getting the table right.“The corner looks crooked, Mom,” he said, nudging a fork straight with his elbow. I smiled and ruffled his dark hair. “I’m proud of you. Keep helping like this and the extra dessert is yours.” “Mom… I’m not a kid,” he muttered, chuckling. I ruffled his hair again. “You will always be my baby boy.” Mamma Rosa and Papa sat in their usual spots near the head of the table. Eight years had silvered their hair and deepened a few laugh lines, but Papa still carried himself tall, and Mamma Rosa’s eyes sparkled with that familiar
CLAIMED BY THE DON Our Happily Ever After
ENZO’S POV Five weeks had passed since the chaotic day our daughter entered the world, and the house now carried a new rhythm of soft cries, late-night feedings, and endless joy. I stood at the doorway of our bedroom and watched Elena nurse little Serena in the rocking chair by the window. Sunlight streamed across her face as she hummed quietly to our baby girl. Serena, our peaceful one. The name fit perfectly after everything we had endured together. She represented the calm we fought so hard to reach, the new beginning we carved out from blood and pain. Elena looked up and smiled when she noticed me. “She finally settled. Come join us.” I crossed the room with the old contract folder in my hand and pulled a chair closer to her. “I found something today while sorting through papers. Do you remember this?” I handed her the document from our early days, the one we signed when our marriage started as a cold arrangement for my inheritance. Elena took it with her free hand and scanned
CLAIMED BY THE DON Death? Not Today
ENZO’S POV I gripped the steering wheel tighter as Matteo relayed the coordinates from Elena’s smartwatch signal. The forested outskirts of Naples materialized on the GPS, it showed that they were in dense woods stretching like a black void under the night sky. Rage boiled in my veins from that f
Last Updated : 2026-03-30CLAIMED BY THE DON Correcting Her Past
ENZO’S POV I carried Elena through the front door with her body light in my arms and her breaths shallow against my chest as the mall chaos faded behind us. Mamma Rosa sat in the living room fussing over Papa’s scraped knuckles from steadying her earlier. The silence that hung thick in the house w
Last Updated : 2026-03-29CLAIMED BY THE DON Fractured Memories
ENZO’S POV I gripped the doorframe hard and stared at her silhouette in the moonlight filtering through the nursery window. Elena spun around with wide eyes that caught the silver glow and her robe slipped a little off one shoulder as she backed up against the crib. Fear twisted her face mixed wi
Last Updated : 2026-03-28CLAIMED BY THE DON The Confrontation
ELENA’S POV Sunlight sliced through the gauzy curtains, painting golden stripes across the silk sheets. I sat cross-legged on the bed, knees still tender from last night’s ruin, every muscle aching with the memory of Enzo’s cock splitting me open. The room smelled faintly of lavender soap from the
Last Updated : 2026-03-18
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