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Pieces Coming Home
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2026-04-03 02:30:03
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CLAIMED BY THE DON Pieces Coming Home
SOFIA’S POV “Mummy!” Renzo called out immediately when he saw me. I rushed forward, dropping to my knees beside the chair and pulling him gently into my arms. “I am right here, baby. Right here.” My son looked small against the pillows, his dark curls were messy, his eyes were heavy but curious. Tubes trailed from his arm, but color had returned to his cheeks. He buried his face in my neck, his small hands clutching my shirt. I stroked his back in slow circles, breathing him in, feeling the steady beat of his heart against mine. For the first time in years, the fear that had lived in my bones began to loosen its grip.Renzo lifted his head and stared past me. His gaze locked on Lorenzo, who sat in the wheelchair a few feet away, bandages visible under his hospital gown. It was then the resemblance hit me like a physical blow. Renzo’s stubborn chin, the shape of his eyes, the way his brows drew together when he concentrated—every feature mirrored Lorenzo so perfectly it stole my br
CLAIMED BY THE DON Awakening
ENZO’S POV Darkness held me under for what felt like forever. Then voices drifted in, soft at first, like echoes from a distant shore. One voice cut through clearer than the rest. Elena’s voice. She called my name over and over, gentle but urgent, pulling me upward through layers of pain and fog. “Enzo… please wake up. Come back to me.”My eyelids felt heavy as lead, but I forced them open. Harsh hospital lights stabbed my eyes. I blinked slowly, taking in the white ceiling, the steady beep of machines, the IV line taped to my arm. Pain radiated from my chest and shoulder with every shallow breath, but I was alive.I turned my head to the side. Mamma Rosa sat slumped in a chair beside the bed, her eyes closed, breathing soft in sleep. There was no Elena. The room felt too empty without her. Panic surged through me, sharp and immediate. Where was she? Did she run away? Had something happened while I was out?I tried to sit up. A low groan escaped my throat as fire lanced through my t
CLAIMED BY THE DON Fragments of Home
SOFIA’S POVI sat hunched in the hard plastic chair outside the ICU, my legs bouncing nonstop while my hands twisted together in my lap. The waiting area smelled of strong coffee and disinfectant, but none of it registered. My mind stayed locked on Lorenzo lying somewhere behind those double doors, pale and bleeding from too many bullet wounds. Renzo rested safely in the pediatric wing with nurses watching over him, yet I could not keep my thoughts from drifting back to the warehouse. The image of Lorenzo collapsing after taking those shots refused to leave me. I rocked forward and back, whispering frantic prayers under my breath. “Please let him live. Please keep him breathing. Do not take him from us now. Not after he came for me and Renzo. Please, God, preserve him. Make him okay.” My entire body trembled. My legs would not stay still. My fingers shook so badly I pressed them between my knees to hide it. I killed a man tonight. I killed Riccardo. The person I had called my husban
CLAIMED BY THE DON The Price of Memory
SOFIA’S POV I sat beside Renzo’s bed in the private room, holding his small hand while machines beeped steadily around us. The doctors had stabilized him after the transfer, but my mind refused to settle. Something felt terribly wrong. The feeling gnawed at my chest like a living thing, telling me I should not be here. I should be with Lorenzo. I could not explain it, but the pull grew stronger with every passing minute. Losing him would hurt worse than anything Riccardo had ever done to me, and that truth terrified me more than I could admit. I stood up and paced the small space, unable to sit still. My legs carried me to the door and back again. Renzo needed me, yet every instinct screamed that Lorenzo was walking into something he might not survive. I had to find him. The problem was I had no idea where he had gone or how to reach him. I stepped into the hallway and flagged down the nearest doctor. “Keep a close eye on my son. I will be right back.” The doctor shook his head f
CLAIMED BY THE DON Blood and Bait
ENZO’S POV The SUV cut through the dark coastal road while I sat rigid in the back seat. My mind kept circling back to the clinic. Elena had looked straight into my eyes and whispered, “Be safe, Enzo.” She had called me Enzo without hesitation, the old nickname sliding off her tongue like it still belonged there. For one brief moment the years had melted away and she had felt like my wife again. The kiss I pressed to her forehead still warmed my lips, carrying the echo of every quiet morning we once shared. Yet a heavy dread coiled tighter in my gut with every passing mile. Something was wrong, deeply wrong. The feeling pressed on my chest until my breathing hurt. Matteo gripped the wheel, his eyes fixed ahead. He had stayed in the car the entire time at the clinic, keeping the engine running, and being ready for trouble. “Boss,” he said quietly, breaking the silence. “It’s confirmed. Dante was never at the hospital himself, he sent his men instead. He stayed back at Monaco Genera
CLAIMED BY THE DON Whispers of a Forgotten Life
SOFIA’S POV The SUV hugged the sharp curves of the coastal road, engine humming low while the dark sea crashed against the rocks far below. I sat right in the back seat, every muscle tight, eyes fixed on Renzo. He was cradled by this mysterious savior. He cradled him with surprising care, one strong arm supporting the portable monitor and IV bag that kept my son’s fragile vitals steady. His free hand adjusted the blanket around Renzo’s small shoulders whenever the boy shifted, and he checked the numbers on the screen with quick, practiced glances. Something about the way he moved—gentle yet confident—sent a strange warmth through my chest. Fear still sat heavy in my stomach like a stone, but it pointed straight at Riccardo. This man beside me carried a different kind of danger. He felt like safety wrapped in shadows, even though my mind screamed that I should not trust anyone. I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced the first question out. “What’s your name?” He turned his h
CLAIMED BY THE DON Ghosts and Peonies
ELENA’S POV I knelt on the cold hardwood floor of the forbidden room as tears streamed down my face in hot, uncontrollable rivers. Blood dripped steadily from my palm where the jagged edge of the broken picture frame had sliced deep into my skin. The physical pain throbbed with every heartbeat, sh
Last Updated : 2026-03-26CLAIMED BY THE DON Love From Years Ago
ELENA’S POV I reached the bottom step and froze for half a second because every pair of eyes in the foyer locked on me like I’d just walked in carrying the moon. Enzo stood there with his arm still around Mamma Rosa, but his gaze hit me hardest—dark, intense, the way it always did when he forgot t
Last Updated : 2026-03-27CLAIMED BY THE DON Merry Christmas 🎄✨
🎄✨Merry Christmas, my amazing readers! ✨🎄 From the bottom of my heart, thank you for choosing to read Claimed by the Don. Your love, comments, reads, and support mean more to me than I can ever put into words. You’ve turned this story into something truly special, and I’m so grateful to have you
Last Updated : 2026-03-27CLAIMED BY THE DON The Spoilt Woman
ELENA’S POV I stood in front of the full-length mirror after my shower, with a towel wrapped tight around me, as I felt a small thrill run through my chest. Enzo’s black card sat on the dresser like a promise—unlimited and heavy with possibilities. He wanted me looking perfect for his in-laws toni
Last Updated : 2026-03-27
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