Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed By The Mafia Boss: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Enzo MorettiI stepped forward cautiously, my hand hovering in the air. If I hadn’t seen her lash out earlier, I might have rested it on her shoulder.“I’m really sorry,” I said.She turned to face me, tears streaking her face, though she tried to push them away.It wasn’t my fault for thinking she was married. The way she was dressed screamed 'date night.' Her brown hair in soft ringlets, rose-colored lipstick, and a dress meant for special occasions. My gut told me she was heading to meet someone important, maybe her husband, before she got roped into helping me.If I was right, I needed to know immediately. If someone saw her leave with me and started looking for her, my safety was on the line.She might’ve helped me, but I wasn’t going to risk my life over a misstep.“I want to go home,” she said, her voice trembling.My instincts flared. This was survival. My life depended on dissecting every word, every move, because trust was a luxury I couldn’t afford. Everyone had a price, an

ENZO MORETTI I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night. Isa on the other hand slept after trying to sob quietly. She didn’t do a good job at keeping her voice low. I could hear her whimpers from where I was seated. I knew she wanted to be left alone. I promised not to leave her side and I was keeping that promise. On the other hand, I wished I could console her. I knew she wouldn’t have appreciated me coming to console her so I had to let her be until she eventually slept off. The entire night was a torture for me. I thought about Marco. I was mad at him for bringing Larry to my safe house. And Larry. If I could kill him again, I would do it. I’ll snap my boots deep into his guts so he wrenches in pain. I was only thinking about it but I could already see Isa watching me. She was filled with trembling fear as she watched me. I remembered the look in her eyes tonight and I hated myself some more. Sleep was far from me tonight so I stayed awake, rethinking my life

ENZO MORETTI Cole signalled for the man standing behind him to fill his glass. When he half filled it and tried to step back, Cole smacked the back of his head. His forehead hit the table and the man, one of our newest recruits, groaned. Clutching his head, he stepped back. Cole was my least liked associate. He was a loud, barking dog with no teeth. I clenched my teeth, watching in irritation as the scene unfolded. If he wasn't investing so much money from his family’s enterprise, I would have put him in his place a long time ago. My soldiers weren't servants for his use. They were noble men who worked noble jobs with me. That is until any of them decided to betray me. “Come here,” Cole motioned for the man behind him. Marco and I shared a glance. We both shared in the hatred for Cole. In this room, our joint hatred was so much I could almost touch it in the air. We also knew none of us were going to stop him. At least not now that he was rolling out some new money and co

ISABELLA GARCIA I was losing my mind but Enzo’s kiss brought me to peace. I felt it in an instant. The goosebumps traveled from my neck to my back. His hands cupped my face and his chest pressed down on my breasts. It was wrong for a kiss to feel this good. It was wrong for Enzo Moretti to kiss me and bring me to my knees. The kiss didn't last forever. It didn't even come close though I would have preferred that. “You said you wouldn't hurt me,” I said as my forehead touched Enzo’s. I had to be away from this man and yet, touching him felt divine. I found myself closing my eyes and recalling the beautiful parts of last night. His thick musk of cologne. I touched his jaw and it was sharp against my fingers. So sharp it felt like I had been cut. “And I meant it,” Enzo said in the calm voice only he could muster. I envied him for that. I also feared him for that. How can the thing you love about someone be the same thing that gets you scared of them? How ca

ISABELLA GARCIA I was getting used to holding the gun. But I still didn't know how to use it. “Who taught you how to shoot?” I asked Enzo as I turned the cold metal in my hands. We had taken a new exit. It led us to the backyard of his house. There was a range at the south corner of the grounds. “Uncle Emilio. Marco’s dad,” Enzo simply said. “How old were you?” I asked. I wanted to get to know him better. Enzo shifted from behind me. He would study the target, then shift his eyes back to me. “Ten,” Enzo answered curtly. He brought his hands to his waist and walked back to me. “Let me see what you can do?” Enzo said. I could feel his body behind me. Too damn close. “I can't…” I started stammering. I couldn't just shoot a gun. He had to teach me something for me to know anything. “I don’t even know what to do,” I said and wiped my face. The moon was out, the temperature was moderately chill. Yet, I was sweating. Enzo was surprised. “Haven’t you se