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Returning To The Place It All Began
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2026-04-05 03:31:32
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CLAIMED BY THE DON Peonies and Memories
ENZO’S POVI crossed my legs in the dim basement room, the single bulb swinging lazily overhead as I swirled the whiskey in my glass. The truck driver sat tied to a metal chair, his face already swollen from the earlier beating, while his partner slumped unconscious in the corner, blood dripping from a fresh cut above his eye. These were the same bastards who had helped Dante five years ago. I had hunted them down again after new information surfaced, and this time I would not stop until every lie unraveled.The driver licked his cracked lips and finally broke. "Dante came to me weeks before the crash. He offered big money to stage an accident. Not just any crash. He wanted it to look real enough to fool everyone, especially you."I took a slow sip, the burn sliding down my throat while my fingers tightened around the glass. "Keep talking."He shifted, chains rattling. "He rammed his own car into mine on purpose at that intersection. We had it timed perfectly. Dante knew you would rus
CLAIMED BY THE DON Returning To The Place It All Began
SOFIA’S POVTwo weeks had passed since the chaos at the warehouse. Lorenzo moved easier now, the bandages were lighter, his steps were steadier. Renzo had gained strength daily, his small body healing under careful medical care. Papa recovered in his own room, grumbling about hospital food but smiling every time he saw his grandson. Mamma Rosa had become my quiet anchor, cooking simple meals, holding my hand when memories flickered too sharply, and reminding me daily that I was safe.Today we left Monaco.The black SUV waited outside Mamma Rosa and Papa’s house. Suitcases lined the driveway. Renzo bounced on his toes beside Lorenzo, clutching a small stuffed bear Mamma Rosa had given him. His eyes shone with excitement he had never shown in Riccardo’s house.Lorenzo turned to me, one hand resting on Renzo’s shoulder. “Are you sure about this? We can stay longer if you need time.”I looked at him, at the man who had bled for us, at the boy who already called him Daddy with growing conf
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 The Devil’s Hell
ELENA’S POV The door slammed shut behind us, sealing the world outside. Enzo’s voice sliced through the dim air, low and mocking. “Tell me, baby girl, what was that attitude downstairs?” My heart slammed against my ribs like a trapped bird desperate for escape. I backed away, one hesitant step, t
Last Updated : 2026-03-17CLAIMED BY THE DON The Devil’s Breaking Point
ENZO’S POV They called me the devil. But devils don’t cry, neither do they break. Blood clung to my hands like second skin as I walked through the hallway, each step echoing against the marble floor. The scent of iron and gunpowder followed me like a curse. I could still feel the heat of the last
Last Updated : 2026-03-17CLAIMED BY THE DON The Devil’s Clause
ENZO’S POV The fork scraped porcelain, the only sound in the dining room besides the low crackle of the fireplace. I carved another slice of steak, blood pooling beneath the blade, and forced it between my teeth. Chew. Swallow. Repeat. The meat tasted like ash, but I ate anyway—ritual, control, th
Last Updated : 2026-03-17CLAIMED BY THE DON Wrong Car
ELENA’S POV The SUV pulled away from the villa gates as the tinted windows turned the afternoon sun into dull bronze streaks. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass and let fresh tears slide down my cheeks without wiping them. The overnight bag sat heavy on the seat beside me like a promise
Last Updated : 2026-04-02
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