All Chapters of Captured And Claimed By The Mafia Don : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Kimberly POV “Why did you say she died because of you?” I finally asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Leonardo’s expression hardened, his eyes focused somewhere distant. “I couldn’t let the sleeping dog lie,” he said, his voice low and heavy.Salvatore. The name resonated like a dark omen—dangerous and deadly, a shadow cast over the past.Leonardo’s jaw clenched as he continued, “He was never worthy of being family. I tried to fight it, against my sister’s pleas. I didn’t listen, and my mother paid the price.”It took me several moments to piece it all together, the realisation snapping into place like a final puzzle piece. My eyes widened. “Salvatore… is Emily’s husband?” The shock laced my words.Leonardo’s muttered “Smart” was all the confirmation I needed. The silence that followed was heavy, the air between us taut with unspoken pain. He didn’t elaborate, and I understood the unspoken boundary. This wound was still raw, and pressing it further would break what little trust w

Kimberly POV After the gym incident with Luca, I couldn’t help but feel flushed every time we were in the same room. Days rolled into weeks, and my daily life had settled into a rhythm of scrolling through my phone, chatting with Helen, binge-watching series, and occasionally reading some steamy romance stories.At dinner one evening, Leonardo looked up at me. "I hope you're prepared for the party. It’s in the U.S."“U.S.?” I repeated, almost choking. “Like…the United States?”He shrugged, casually continuing his meal. “Yeah. It’s a little grand.”I couldn’t hide my surprise. “I’ve never been there, but I’ve heard a lot about it,” I admitted, trying to keep my voice steady.“It’s not that bad,” Leonardo said calmly as he continued his meal.I took a breath, gathering the nerve to ask, “What kind of party is it, exactly?”Leonardo set his fork down, meeting my gaze. “It’s more of an investment discussion. But there’ll be a buffet, and… I’ll be there as the Don.”“Don?” The word rolled

Kimberly POV The rest of the week passed marvelously, with Leonardo drifting in and out of the apartment. He’d be there one moment, and the next, he’d vanish. Strangely, since our near-moment of...whatever that was, we’d fallen into an easy rhythm together.I even pieced together what he meant by "punishment." It was the denied release, that almost-but-not-quite moment. And honestly, it was torture. Real Torture!This morning, I was woken by the scent of something warm and sweet. Opening my eyes, I blinked at the sight of Leonardo holding a tray with French toast and a steaming cup of ginger tea.“Hey,” I murmured, sitting up, a smile creeping onto my face at the sight."This must have taken ages to make," I teased, unable to hide my admiration.He raised an eyebrow, shrugging casually. "Not too long.""Uh-huh… So, what’s the occasion?” I asked with a laugh, eyeing the plate.“No occasion, Kimberly. Just thought I’d make something nice,” he said, shrugging it off with that familiar ai

I woke with a sharp, throbbing pain in my abdomen, blinking against the early morning light. The unfamiliar surroundings hit me first: Leonardo’s room. My mind scrambled to piece together how I got here, until memories from last night drifted back—dinner, a movie, and eventually falling asleep here. But then the pain struck again, harder this time, and I felt a sticky warmth beneath me.My stomach dropped. Glancing down, I saw the faint, unmistakable stain of blood on Leonardo’s pure, white Gucci bedspread.Panic surged through me. scrambling out of bed and glancing around. He wasn’t in the room, thank God. But I had no sanitary pads, no relief for the cramps, and now his sheets were stained. The situation couldn’t be worse.Just then, I heard familiar footsteps approaching. Heart pounding, I darted into the bathroom and turned on the shower, the faucet, even the bathtub, hoping to drown out any sound.“Kimberly?” Leonardo’s voice came through the door, startling me.“Go away,” I said,

Kimberly POV I woke up on the cold, hard floor, my skin prickling with the room’s damp chill. The darkness was thick, swallowing everything around me, and the air smelled faintly of rust and mold. It was the kind of darkness that made memories creep in—the kind that reminded me of my first abduction, the terror that had taken root and never left.I tried to move, but a sharp pain in my wrists stopped me. A cold, metallic restraint cut into my skin, chaining my arms to something behind me. Every shift pulled at my shoulders, making them ache. The sting of metal biting into my flesh would surely leave a scar, another reminder of this nightmare.My breathing grew shallow as panic clawed its way to the surface, but I forced it back down. Not now. Not yet. "Is… anyone there?" I whispered, my voice barely audible in the silence. I sensed a presence lurking in the shadows, something close to the walls but hidden in the gloom.Silence.Just as I was beginning to think I was alone, a low fluo