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CHAPTER 46:The Weight of Obedience
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Claimed by My Brother’s Best Friend (A Mafia Romance) EPILOGUE
The afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting golden lines across my desk. Papers were stacked neatly beside a steaming cup of coffee. I had promised myself this week belonged to Isabella and our daughter no meetings, no calls, no business. Just family.I was signing off the last few files when the office door creaked open.“Boss.”I looked up. Richard stood at the doorway, his usual composure replaced with something heavier. His eyes were red-rimmed, his shoulders tense. Then, before I could say a word, he dropped to his knees.“Boss, please,” he said, his voice trembling. “I know you’re kind and fair. Please… let me take the punishment meant for my brother. Let Diego live.”I set my pen down slowly, studying him. “And why would I do that, Richard?”He swallowed hard. “He was deceived, sir. Matteo told him lies made him believe our parents were still alive. He lost his way. But now, he’s seen the truth. Please… forgive him.”For a moment, silence filled the room, broken on
Claimed by My Brother’s Best Friend (A Mafia Romance) CHAPTER 111:The Last Bullet
VINCENTThe night pressed down heavy and silent as I pulled up outside the old Greco hideout. The air reeked of rust and gasoline. A few cars were parked outside strange ones. My gut twisted, but I didn’t have time to care who they belonged to.My mind was on one thing Isabella and her daughter. Nothing else mattered.“Move in,” I ordered, pushing the door open. My men fanned out behind me, boots crunching on gravel. Inside, darkness swallowed everything. The place smelled of mold and old secrets.And then I froze.Standing in the middle of the room, calm as ever, was the one man I never thought I’d see again.Damian.My chest tightened, rage burning through my veins. Four years. Four damn years, and he was still breathing.He turned, his lips curling in a cold smirk. “Didn’t expect to see me, Vincent?”Before I could answer, a woman’s voice sliced through the tension. “Ooh, how touching,” Valentina said, stepping out of the shadows in her black dress, eyes gleaming with amusement. “I
Claimed by My Brother’s Best Friend (A Mafia Romance) CHAPTER 110: When Monsters Meet Again
VINCENTThe phone left a white-hot print in my palm. I didn’t shout so much as the words ripped out of me.“What do you mean?” I could feel the plane tilting under me, the cabin’s hum swallowed by the call. For a breath I listened to the other end ragged, frantic voices then the single line that made the world drop: Isabella. Kidnapped. By Valentina.The meeting in Toronto dissolved into a smear of faces and the clack of keyboards words that meant nothing now. I ended it with a single, clean cut: a sentence, the quiet click of a laptop closing. “Tell the men to prepare themselves,” I told the assistant riding in the cabin, but my voice felt like it belonged to someone else; the paper cup on the tray trembled as if it knew the truth my words refused to hold.I called the man on the other end again. The line crackled, and then his voice came through, small and hurried. “Where is she?” The question left my mouth before the air could steady.“Boss… we couldn’t find her. We found the bodi
Claimed by My Brother’s Best Friend (A Mafia Romance) CHAPTER 109:The Child of Damian
ISABELLAThe park smelled like cut grass and fear. Julian’s small body trembled against my ribs; each breath she took hit my sternum like a tiny, urgent drum. I hugged her tighter until her cheek left a warm print on my shoulder. My hands went numb and I liked it numbness kept panic from spreading.Valentina stepped forward as if she owned the light around her. The smile on her face was slow and precise, the kind that counts the seconds before a blade drops. She looked at Julian and then at me, and the expression on her face scrubbed my insides raw.“Get away from her,” I said, but the words came like a cracked radio: static, then sound.Valentina’s laugh cut through the afternoon. The sound was small and sharp, like a glass being tapped. “You know why I’m here,” she said, eyes taking the child in slowly, clinically. She liked the way she watched things like specimens on a slab.My spine went rigid. I could feel every heartbeat as if it were someone else’s. Around us, my guards forme
Claimed by My Brother’s Best Friend (A Mafia Romance) CHAPTER 108:The Trap in the Park
DAMIAN The phone hissed like a distant storm. “Boss, Valentina’s plan is in motion.” Traffic sighed outside the office windows horns, a bus, the city breathing but the man’s voice was a low wire of static and certainty. “We spotted her this morning. A few blocks from the Russo estate. If I’m right, he moves today. Your wife and the girl they’re the targets.” I let the words hang, tasted them like metal. My hand found the edge of the desk and I pressed until the wood bit into my knuckles, keeping the impulse from showing. “Vincent?” I asked, each syllable a small, deliberate steel cut. I didn’t need to ask why; Valentina never acted without a shadow covering her back. “He left New York this morning,” the man said. “Ma’am Isabella and the little one are alone. Only the guards with them.” A smirk came without permission, slow and automatic, like a predator finally smelling blood. I could see my reflection in the glass now an outline against the city, shoulders steady, eyes cold.
Claimed by My Brother’s Best Friend (A Mafia Romance) CHAPTER 107:The Night We Burned
RICHARDSmoke still tastes like iron in my mouth when I look at Diego. He lies on the cold basement floor, chest rising shallow, eyes clouded with a memory that isn’t there. The fluorescent bulb above hums like a warning.He thinks I never tried to save him. He thinks I left him to burn.The smell of smoke never really leaves you. Years pass, and it still clings to the back of your throat like the night’s ghost won’t let you forget what it took.Diego lies in front of me now, his breath ragged, his skin ghost-pale under the flickering basement light. Every sound feels too loud the hum of the bulb, the slow drip of water from a pipe, the uneven rhythm of his breathing. His eyes flutter open, unfocused, searching for something he can’t find.I kneel beside him, but I don’t touch him yet. My hands hover, unsure. The air between us feels like glass thin, ready to shatter.The night repeats behind my eyelids. A single stove flame, a pan overturned. His laugh, boyish and careless. Then the
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