All Chapters of Claimed By The Mafia Boss: Chapter 101 - Chapter 109

MARCO MARTINS “Let’s go, baby,” I said to Cleo, resting my hand on the small of her back. Cleo turned to Isa. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay with you?” she asked. The thing was, Isa hadn’t said a single word about her son’s death and it had been hours. Isa turned around, her hands tucked deep into the sleeves of her kitten cardigan. With every passing second, she seemed to shrink further into herself. It was hard to watch, even for someone who didn’t like her. Isa shook her head, waved at Cleo, and we started toward the car. “Babe,” I called, but Cleo’s eyes stayed fixed on the back of Isa’s head even as I led her away. “If you guys had gotten here on time, you would have saved him,” Cleo told me. Her voice was low and sharp. She turned and glared at me as she freed herself from my grasp. “Where did you keep your phone, babe?” she asked with a smile that made me swallow hard. She “We were in a meeting,” I said, frustration slipping into my voice. “I’ve

ENZO MORETTI“Yes, please,” Isa said over the phone.Isa was curled up on the couch, knees tucked beneath her and body bent to the side. I walked in, my boots thudding against the floor. When we were together, the silence in the room was so heavy it felt unbearable.She didn’t lift her head to acknowledge me.I moved cautiously, keeping close to the walls as I headed for the small shelf in the corner.“No, it’s just me. I’m his only guardian with the right of disposition,” Isa said, twisting the phone wire between her fingers.Her toes curled, and she sank deeper into the seat. There was a long pause as she listened to the call, breathing softly and nodding.I set the lunch on the table and pulled a stool before her. Her eyes were red and bright.“How soon can we get it done?” Isa asked the person she was talking to on the line, turning away from me.I leaned forward on my knee, waiting patiently. I wasn’t Ethan’s legal guardian, but I wanted to help her with the funeral. Isa needed to

ENZO MORETTIIsa took off her shoes as soon as I turned off the engine.She had been quiet for most of the ride to the funeral home. She hadn’t answered her mum’s calls either, but now she was dialing a number.I could already guess who she was calling.“We’re here, love,” I said, taking the keys out of the ignition and catching them in my hand.Isa hushed me and showed me her screen. She was calling Emiliana.My throat tightened as I leaned back in my seat.Her mother’s voice came through the speaker.“What did I ever do to you as a kid, Isabella?” Emiliana asked, clearly frustrated from not getting to her daughter sooner.The silence of this neighborhood was so heavy that even a pin dropping would have been loud.Isa kicked off her trainers and curled up in the seat, folding her legs beside her.She pressed her phone’s side button until her mum’s voice was too faint for me to hear.“A lot of things. Do you want to get into them now?” Isabella said.Her lips quivered, reacting to som

CLEO GARCIADebbie handed me a bagel, and I thanked her quietly, my phone pressed to my ear.Isa was on the other line. She wasn’t at home either. She and Enzo had skipped town without telling anyone.“Let me help,” Debbie offered, taking my laptop from my arm.The weight lifted from my shoulder, and I sighed, already feeling some relief.It was my first day back at the office after… everything.My desk was piled up, and I was definitely taking on more than I could handle. But challenges kept me going. Without them, I wouldn’t even recognize the face I saw in the mirror.I took the first sweet bite of my bagel. “Think of places that mattered to him,” I told Isa, even though I was still upset with her. I was angry, but I was also sorry.If I was being honest, this was a hard, uncertain place for me.I can’t pretend Ethan’s death didn’t take its toll.I was still in shock, the kind that left you unsure of your next move.And yet, the world kept moving. Around us. Around me.“He was sev

ENZO MORETTIIsa was quiet. She’d stayed that way while I explained the secrets she never knew about.Emiliana DeLuca, Isa’s mother, was why I didn’t grow up with my family.The DeLuca empire was the reason I could barely remember what my mother’s cooking tasted like on Thanksgiving.Isa’s arms were wrapped around her body as she dragged her eyes to me.I couldn’t tell yet what thoughts were swimming behind those eyes.“You found out during our trip, didn’t you?” Isa asked in a very small voice.She sounded exhausted, and I could hear it in the faint struggle her voice carried.“Yes. The ring in her desk was the same one…” I couldn’t bring myself to finish. “I remembered the ring, took a picture, and got the confirmation. It was your mum who took my family from me.”Isa touched her neck, her back hunched. “Marco knows.”She didn’t ask. She stated it.My heart sank, and disappointment burned in my chest.I knew she was hurt. Marco was a sensitive topic for Isa, just as Isa was for Marc