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Chapter Thirty-eight: The drive

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Alessia’s POV

The silence in the car was suffocating.

Leo drove with a calm, steady focus, hands firm on the wheel, eyes locked on the road like he could ignore the tension boiling behind him.

Meanwhile, Damiano and I sat in the back seat—side by side, but not really. It felt like there was a whole ocean between us, even though our shoulders were just inches apart.

I stared out the window, my fingers twisting in my lap.

The scene from the living room kept replaying in my mind like some kind of cruel rerun. The way he had stood the moment he saw me. The way his eyes—usually unreadable—had flickered with something I couldn’t name.

And then the way he just… walked out.

No—fled. He fled.

My chest tightened again, just like it had when he left.

Was he that pissed at me? Did I annoy him so much that he couldn’t even stand to be in the same room with me anymore?

Or… did he actually hate me?

The thought twisted in my gut, sharp and sour.

And what confused me even more was the fact that I car
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  • Claimed by the Mafia King    Chapter Thirty-eight: The drive

    Alessia’s POVThe silence in the car was suffocating.Leo drove with a calm, steady focus, hands firm on the wheel, eyes locked on the road like he could ignore the tension boiling behind him.Meanwhile, Damiano and I sat in the back seat—side by side, but not really. It felt like there was a whole ocean between us, even though our shoulders were just inches apart.I stared out the window, my fingers twisting in my lap.The scene from the living room kept replaying in my mind like some kind of cruel rerun. The way he had stood the moment he saw me. The way his eyes—usually unreadable—had flickered with something I couldn’t name. And then the way he just… walked out.No—fled. He fled.My chest tightened again, just like it had when he left.Was he that pissed at me? Did I annoy him so much that he couldn’t even stand to be in the same room with me anymore?Or… did he actually hate me?The thought twisted in my gut, sharp and sour.And what confused me even more was the fact that I car

  • Claimed by the Mafia King    Chapter Thirty-Seven: from my eyes

    Damiano’s POVAnother hour crawled by.I was still sitting in the living room, leaning back in the chair like I had all the patience in the world. Which I didn’t. At this point, my patience had packed its bags and left the country.The house was quiet. Too quiet. If I closed my eyes, I could almost hear the echo of her voice again—sharp, bold, and reckless. I had replayed it more times than I cared to admit. Her words still scratched at the back of my mind, equal parts irritating and… something else I refused to name.The clock ticked. Still no sign of her.Then, finally, I heard footsteps approaching.Leo stepped into the living room, his usual calm expression in place. He stopped a few feet away, hands clasped behind his back, like the soldier he was. Or used to be."Is everything ready?" I asked before he got a chance to do anything.“Everything’s ready,” he said as he nodded slightly. "Everyone is in place, waiting for your orders."I nodded once, the tension in my shoulders easi

  • Claimed by the Mafia King    Chapter Thirty-Six: My last

    Alessia’s POVThe second we hit the top of the stairs, I dropped Catarina’s hand like it was a hot frying pan and made a run for it. There wasn't any dramatic pause, no graceful exit—I just bolted. Straight into my room, the door slammed shut behind me so fast the frame rattled.I leaned against it, chest heaving like I had just outrun the police. My heart was pounding so hard I was half-convinced it was about to file for divorce and leave me behind.“Am I insane?” I whispered to the empty room because clearly I needed witnesses to my meltdown. “Did I just… yell at him? Him?”I slapped a hand over my mouth, eyes wide like maybe I could shove the memory back in. But nope—there it was, replaying in full HD: me, staring down Damiano Valentino like I had a death wish, giving a whole speech about respecting the elderly like some caffeinated superhero.I groaned, sliding down the door until I hit the floor in a pathetic heap. My face went straight into my hands.“Oh my God. Where the hell

  • Claimed by the Mafia King    Chapter Thirty-Five: What a woman

    Damiano's POV I sat in the living room, back leaned into the chair, and head resting comfortably. But I wasn't comfortable. It had been two hours already and they weren't done yet. Why spend so much time on something that'll be washed away the moment a girl is thrown into a pool? It doesn't add up. But I had no choice. I had given the orders, and now I had to wait for them to be carried out. I waited for a few more minutes, my blood unable to settle before finally standing up. I couldn't take it anymore. I was about to head for the stairs when I saw them—more like her—descending.Catarina and the other ladies were with her but my gaze was focused on her. Only her. Her steps were slow and steady, but each one made it harder for me to look away.The dress they had put her in fit her perfectly. It hugged her in all the right places, then flowed down like it had been stitched by someone who sold their soul for tailoring skills. The color was deep and rich—somewhere between dark

  • Claimed by the Mafia King    Chapter Thirty Four : What if..?

    Alessia's POV I stared at the mirror doing nothing but watching as the ladies did my hair and makeup. I had to admit, this was kind of fun. It was exactly like taking care of a doll. From bathing her, to dressing her, styling her hair, and everything.You don't have to lift a finger. All you had to do was watch as someone else helped you get ready for life. I think I could get used to this princess life. But what I wasn't sure I could get used to was the way Damiano made me feel.Thinking about him made my heart pound... again!Like! What the heck was wrong with me?!The way his lips brushed my earlobe when he whispered into it made my heart skip a beat.Even the way he looked at me made me melt before his presence.And then they were his words, "Well, it's because you belong to me. All of you are mine. So do what you're told or else I'll punish you."Seriously? A normal human would be scared to death, but instead I was horny to life!I had to run away just so I could stop myself

  • Claimed by the Mafia King    Chapter Thirty Three: From a distance

    Damiano's POV I looked from the suitcase to her. I wasn't sure what was going on. But I was ready to find out. "Do you mind explaining where you're going with that?" I asked, stepping forward.Her eyes darted to the stairs, landing on Catarina as she descended them. "Well, your Grandma over there said I should either leave or let them dress me like those maidens in Bridgeton. And I chose to leave," She said, a stupid smile on her face. "If you're looking for someone to take it out on, then she's the one, not me."I was speechless. I let out a sigh as I closed my eyes, rubbing my temple.For centuries I have met different women. But never have I met anyone like her.She wasn't just brainless, but annoying too.And it was funny how she referred to Catarina as my grandma. If only she knew she was the great, great, great, great, great, and a lot more great granddaughter of my second in command.But I guess that truth is better left hidden than spoken."Since that is out of the way,"

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