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Shadows in the Estate
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CLAIMED BY THE DON Love And Reflections
ENZO’S POV I slammed the door behind me and stormed through the front door as my boot echoed like gunshots against the marble floor. Fury boiled in my veins, hot and unrelenting. I had lost my cool with Elena and snapped at her like some animal, and now guilt twisted inside me sharper than any blade. Worse, this pull toward her gnawed at me, chipping away at the love I clung to for Isabella. I hated it. Hated how her tears made me want to hold her, how her vulnerability cracked my walls. I fished out my keys from my pocket as the cool air flashed my face. My car roared to life as I jammed the key into the ignition. Tires screeched on the driveway gravel, and I peeled out onto the road, accelerating hard. Streetlights blurred into streaks as I pushed the speedometer higher, the engine’s growl matched the rage in my chest. Why did she have to poke into that room? Why did I have to feel this way? Isabella’s memory deserved better than my divided heart. I drove without direction at fi
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, sharp and insistent, but it paled in comparison to the crushing weight of guilt pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. Shards of glass glittered like cruel diamonds across the floor, and amid them lay the shattered photo—Isabella’s radiant smile staring up at me from the wreckage, her eyes seeming to accuse me silently of my intrusion. My fingers trembled as I reached for another piece of glass, desperate to gather the evidence of my clumsiness. “I’m sorry,” I choked out, my voice was thick and broken with sobs. “I’ll clean it all up. I didn’t mean to break anything, I swear.” “Elena, stop.” Enzo’s voice cut through the air like a blade from the doorway, sharp and commanding
CLAIMED BY THE DON Flames and Shattered Glass
ENZO’S POV I drove back to the city with my foot heavy on the accelerator as the engine roared so loud matching the storm inside my head. The picture and message burned behind my eyes as it felt like a fresh stab to old wounds. Rage pulsed through my veins, hot and unrelenting as the feeling of being a failure screamed in my mind. Someone had claimed the exterior of my building, breached the private gardens on the mid-level terraces, and stood outside her window long enough to take those shots. Alarms should have screamed, the guards should have swarmed, I should have known that she was in danger. But instead this someone knew the blind spots of my own house. This was the doing of someone who wanted me to know they could get that close. The garage doors lifted as I approached, and I screeched to a stop in my reserved spot. Matteo waited by the private elevator with his arms crossed and his face carved like stone. “Talk to me,” I snapped, striding toward him without breaking pace.
CLAIMED BY THE DON Shadows in the Estate
ELENA’S POV I sat curled on the bed with my knees hugged tight to my chest and my chin resting on them. The nightgown Maria had laid out felt soft against my skin but it did nothing to chase away the chill that settled deep in my bones. My body still carried the echoes of upstairs—the welts throbbed faintly under the fabric, a constant reminder of how far Enzo had pushed me. I stared at the wall across the room as my mind spun in circles. What was wrong with him? One moment he terrified me, broke me down until I begged for mercy. The very next he bathed me like I was something fragile and whispered apologies that sounded so real. His words in the shower kept replaying in my head—the marriage for a few years and then freedom. Like I was a temporary fix for his problems, like he could just let me go when it was over. The door flew open without a knock as Enzo stormed in looking like he’d seen a ghost run inside this room. His face was drained of color as his eyes scanned every corne
CLAIMED BY THE DON Her Protector
ENZO’S POV I slammed the door behind me as I stood in the hallway with my chest heaving like I had just run ten miles. The echo bounced off the walls, sharp and accusing. For a second I leaned my forehead against the cool wood as I listened to the muffled sobs coming from inside the room. Fuck. What the hell had I just done? I walked away fast as my boots thudded on the marble stairs. Each step took me farther from her cries but they followed anyway as it clawed at the back of my skull like an unforgettable nightmare. I made it halfway down the corridor before I stopped dead. Her voice cracked through the door again this time in a broken whimper that punched straight through my ribs. I turned back as I stared at the closed door like it was the enemy. My fist clenched from anger, I was angry at myself for being careless, angry at her for being careless with her life, and angry Giovanni from trying to take what belongs to me. I punched the wall hard as the plaster cracked. Pain e
CLAIMED BY THE DON Fucked To Obedience
ELENA’S POV “Have you ever been fucked with a gun before, Elena?” The question hung in the stale air of the room, Enzo’s voice was rough and edged with something feral. He held the pistol loosely as the barrel gleamed under the harsh lights, still warm from the kills. I shook my head hard as tears blurred my vision. “No.” My voice came out in a small and broken tone. The cold metal pressed against my inner thigh sent shivers racing up my spine as it mixed with the lingering burn from the strap welts crisscrossing my skin. He tilted his head as he narrowed his eyes. “Then today will be your first.” Panic surged through me like ice water. I pushed up on the bench with trembling arms. “Enzo, no. Please, it’s loaded. That’s insane. You can’t possibly—” “Shut the fuck up,” he half-yelled as he stepped closer and his free hand fisted my hair, yanking my head back. “And be the good whore you’re meant to be.” I whimpered as the pull stung my scalp, but his eyes silenced any more pro
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