All Chapters of Claimed By The Mafia Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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The Price Of Compassion

Isabella GarciaCleo hated when I canceled dates from the dating app she’d forced me to join. To her, finding love was the answer to all my problems.I didn’t agree, but today, I was so drained that I decided to use it to my advantage.“You’re canceling the date again?!” Cleo yelled from the room. She burst out, blue stockings muffling her hurried steps.“I have to take Ethan for his checkup. It’s the first Saturday of the month.” I wiped our lunch glasses and tucked them into the bottom cabinet.Normally, I wouldn’t tell Cleo when I planned to cancel. She would find out when she asked. But today, I wanted her to stop me.Right on cue, she said, “I’ll take Ethan to the hospital.” She stood in the doorway, arms folded.I glanced back, feigning surprise. “Oh, no. You don’t have to.”“Yes, I do. You’ve canceled enough dates already.”I sighed, closing the cabinet. “I can’t change your mind, can I?”She smiled, shaking her head. “You can’t.” Grabbing my arm, she pulled me toward my room.

It's Better If You Don't See Me

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

BANG!

Isabella GarciaThe thought of dying hit me like a brick, and I froze, fear crawling over me. My lips clamped shut, my breath barely a whisper. My eyes stayed wide, still in shock, long after Enzo left. All I could think was how the hell I’d ended up here. Tears burned at the corners of my eyes. The fear was crushing, and my heart felt like it was going to explode in the silence that followed. I listened, desperate for any sound, any clue about what was happening outside. But there was nothing. Even though my legs were hurting fom squatting, I didn’t sit down. I stayed in my position, crouched, alert and ready. I had to make it out of here. I had to hold Ethan again, play cards with my Cleo, and sip red wine like nothing was wrong. I couldn’t die here. Not like this. "Please, God, not like this." Another bang. Louder. More violent. My body jerked, my fingers instinctively covering my ears. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited. Either Enzo shot at the intruder...or they shot at

A New Day

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

The Rat Race Begins

ISABELLA GARCIA “You’re back!” Cleo opened the door and pulled me into a hug. “And that did not look like an uber,” she announced with glee. My face was buied in her hair and I pulled away desperately. I was worried about Ethan, my son. I had to see him. Cleo frowned in confusion when I pulled her away. She called for me. “Isa?” Cleo asked while following me. I was looking everywhere for him. The drawers, between the sofas, and under the center table. The only thing replaying in my mind was the driver’s last words to me before I got down. “Mr. Enzo said to remind you to stay calm so you don’t make a mistake.” I could barely see his eyes from the rearview mirror. He had on a facecap too, but I knew that he was threatening me. Enzo was coming for us and I had to move fast. “Where is Ethan?” I asked, turning away from my fruitless search. There were other rooms in the house and though I was yet to get there, my chest was tightening already. My world was either crumbling

Who Gets Out?

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

Surprise At The Door

CLEO GARCIAKnock. Knock. Knock.Isa was scaring me so bad. My heart leaped out of me as soon as I heard the knock.My demeanor sank away and it only got worse when I faced Isa.We both heard the knock. It had come out fast and loud. It was the type of sound you cannot deny hearing even if you tried.“Do you think she came back?” Isa asked. Her eyes were wide with fear. It was clear that she was clinging on to that hope just as I was.She glanced around and I heard her heart beating from this side of the room. I shook my head but I wasn’t disagreeing with Isa.I wanted it—needed it to be Ethan’s home teacher. If it wasn’t her, then I couldn’t guess who it would be.Maybe a friend from work but I don’t exactly have ‘friends’ that would visit my home without telling me.I wondered if they were Isa’s friends from school but that didn’t make sense too.Isa left school a long time ago. She was in med school and had to give up her dreams of being a doctor to take care of Ethan.If no one

Ethan and Enzo Finally Meet

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

My Life In Her Hands

ENZO MORETTII was standing outside Ethan’s room, watching Isa tell him good night. The day had come to an end. Everything and everyone had turned out fine. Isa and Ethan had dinner a while ago. Now Ethan was about to fall into a sound slumber.Isa had spent the better part of her afternoon playing with her son. I had decided that giving them some space would be the best thing for them.I wanted Isa and Ethan to settle into my home. For them to be comfortable. But now, I couldn't help but miss her.Isa kissed Ethan’s forehead and turned off the bedside lamp. She was going to turn around soon and I still stood where I was. Isa soon whirled around. The room was dark so I couldn't see her well but she paused and it was too obvious to miss. Fear. Isa was still scared of me.That should have made me happy. Actually, that was the typical most fulfilling thing for Enzo Moretti. But when it came to Isa, I was a different version of myself. I wasn't the kingpin who terrorized gangs an

Control And Aim

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

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