All Chapters of Claimed By The Mafia Boss: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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Red Velvet Cake

ISABELLA DE-LUCA MORETTII didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to leave you and if I had to, I didn’t want to leave a simple letter behind. I think you deserve a lot more from me and I’m sorry, but this is all I can do. I had to run while there was still a distraction. I think back to how we first met, and I have to agree that it wasn’t a coincidence. We were made for each other, perhaps even before we were born. I’m glad that nothing my mum did prevented that from happening. I’m glad I got to experience you and I’m glad that you were my son’s father before he died. We are no strangers to death. We’ve mourned different people and different lives. We deserve happiness. We deserve a life where we don’t mourn anyone again for a very, very long time. If I stayed, that would have been impossible. I can’t tell you where I am, but just know I’m fine. This is for the better. I don’t know if I’ll be able to come back, to see your face again, but I do wish I could. And if I ca

Yes I want to go all the way with you

CLEO GARCIAAfter Marco left the room, I got into the shower and took off my clothes.I cleaned up, dressed in simpler clothes and slipped off to Isa’s room.I knocked and waited, dabbing my eyes with the time I had to myself.I had spent my entire shower time crying. I thanked the water for covering my sobs, but now I was out and I didn’t want to spend the night in Marco’s bed.I’m not sure what my plan was. To join Isa and Enzo? Enzo would have to leave the room for us tho. I'm sure he would understand.I knocked again and waited.Enzo opened the door.“You’re still here,” Enzo said as he took me in.I was confused but he let me in and I walked in.I was already looking for Isa.“Is she in the bathroom?” I asked Enzo.He shook his head and picked up a piece of paper for me.When I took it and read the first sentence, my stomach dropped.“She left,” Enzo said, slumping on the bed and rocking his body.“When? How? Do you know where she went?” I asked, having a barrel of questions to d

I ruin everything

ISABELLA DE-LUCA MORETTI Mum had her good days, her bad days, and her ‘just there’ days. Some days she woke up and remembered. On some, she woke up in a past timeline. On other days, she moved between the two. It was exhausting talking to all these versions of her. I didn’t know which one I preferred, the one that remembered or the one that didn’t. Today, Mum was okay. She remembered everything. She was awake, had been since I heard her watching the TV in her room around five in the morning. The house was small so we were sharing a wall. It was hard to sleep after she started watching her reality show. When I finally did, Mum woke me up an hour later so we could discuss what we were going to do. She said, “We can’t hide out here like savages forever.” We were hiding because of her. After going back and forth with her, I decided that I had to get up. She wouldn’t go and I might as well enjoy this version of her. I was taking some meditation classes and my teacher, The Meditati

Called it Off

MARCO MARTINS Three days were a long time to not hear a word from Cleo. Every time I tried to reach her, she redirected my calls, and when I showed up at her apartment building, they didn’t let me in.She gave them my name and black listed me. It was stupid and hilarious. I remember getting back in my car and laughing, punching the air, and then driving away madder than when I came. Cleo didn’t want to see the part of me she was prodding at. When I finally called Mr. Tay, her boss at M&M Media, I had emptied my bottle of patience.He didn't have much for me either. “She hasn’t shown up for work since she took the leave. I’ll send an email to her right away,” Mr. Tay had said after I asked him a bunch of questions about Cleo’s whereabouts. That evening, I’d slept in all day and decided to take an evening run. I’d gone to the office and run a couple of errands, but by noon, I was back at home tasting a couple of wines that were meant to be for the wedding. The wedding was stil

Big News

ISABELLA DELUCA-MORETTI I started feeling nauseous after we had the cheeseburgers that Cher had gotten from a restaurant around the area. I wasn’t sure why, but I guessed that there was something in it that made me feel unwell. Perhaps it was food poisoning. Anyways, I slept that night but woke up to vomit twice during the night. By the next morning, I already knew what was going on but still sent Cher to get me a test kit. I had to be sure.I was scared but I was trying to put it together. I didn't want mum to find out. I didn't even want to accept it yet until it was really the rusty staring me in the face, and nothing else. Cher got the test kit in the afternoon, when Mum was in the backyard watching the emptiness of our yard. “How many did you get?” I asked Cher as she handed the brown envelope to me. It was wrapped with layers of white bags, just as I’d asked her to do. If Mum found out I was pregnant, I don’t think she’ll forget it anytime soon, even when she has her episo

Fix Him

ENZO MORETTIThe first time I set up a meeting with Marco, he missed it. I called him ten minutes after waiting by the bar and he told me he lost track of time.The second time, it was a board meeting and Marco missed it too.It was bad enough that Isa had sent Arash to cover for her. I had to explain to the board why my wife was being represented, and then why Marco was nowhere to be seen.I texted him about the meeting and showed up at his house after the meeting. It wasn’t time for excuses anymore.Bobby drove into Marco’s compound and I went in through the front door. The two men stationed there stepped to the side and I walked in.Marco was on the floor. He looked like he had tried to go out but never made it outside his house.He had on a shirt that wasn’t buttoned, his belt hung on his sofa, the shoes were on but his pair of black socks was discarded at the door of the sofa where Marco sat, drinking from a green bottle of prosecco.“We had a meeting today,” I said as soon as I

Lion’s Share

CLEO GARCIA I worked closely with Enzo when he proposed the division of their company. His lawyers drew up the contract and Enzo presented it to Marco first. Marco asked for more. His lawyers sent word back that Enzo could do better. During this time, Isa would either call me once a week or email Enzo. She thought it was a bad idea to separate the company. She thought it was a bad idea to settle. Enzo was stressed out of his mind. He was trying to please two people who didn’t want to be pleased. I stood on the sidelines, fighting with everybody. I avoided Marco like the plague. I quit my job at the media house. That was what started my fight with Debbie. She thought it was unwise for me to let him mess with my life. It wasn’t like Marco came into the office every day to check on his employees. He didn’t have to. Marco could make my life a living hell from his office. Even after quitting, I knew to watch my back. I’m not sure what Debbie and I were doing. She’d go back to her

PICK TWO

ISABELLA DELUCA-MORETTI 6 MONTHS LATER “Six months pregnant and still being in hiding is ridiculous. Enzo has failed to protect his child and the mother of his child,” Mum said, listing all the ways Enzo was failing us. She counted on her fingers while I tried to ignore her, looking for where I kept my sandals. I decided to get a car after two months of pregnancy. I could not continue getting cabs to take me to the city. They were also very hard to find on really hot days, which seemed to be most afternoons. I was really pregnant. Cabs were no longer convenient enough. In the event of an emergency, a car would be ready to drive me to the hospital. “Do you realise that this man is losing everything to keep me safe?” I asked Mum before cursing under my breath. I found the other half of my sandals under the bed. I managed to kick it out with my leg, bending awkwardly around my waist. “And yet you’re disguising yourself every time you go out. You’re even more scared,”

Need Help

ENZO MORETTI The shooter appeared and disappeared too quickly, stopping only to fire their shot. I was on the phone with Isa in the parking lot of the company’s headquarters. While talking to Isa, I was watching the building, thinking of how M & M was coming to an end. I was wondering what Marco would rename his company. I didn’t have ideas for mine yet. But then my vision shifted to the rearview mirror. What I saw confused me. “What the fuck?” I said to myself, trying to shift to the passenger seat and duck my head. The person ran over and the gun went off before I could make a clean escape. It hit my shoulder. “The next time, you won’t be so lucky!” the shooter called in a thick Irish accent as they ran off. I clutched my chest, biting through the pain. I dialed Bobby immediately, ending Isa’s calls as they came in. I understood that she was freaking out after hearing a gun go off on our call. I promised I would talk to her later and explain everything in full detail. But

What Do I Know Now?

MARCO MARTINS Mum stormed into my home office. She discarded her purple Birkin bag on my table and dived into a fresh set of scolding. “What did you do, Marco?” Mum asked me, but she wasn’t done. “Are you out of your goddamn mind? That is Enzo we are talking about. That’s someone you grew up with. Why would you attack him?” Mum screamed at me, madder by the second that passed. “What are you talking about?” I asked, playing it cool. “Enzo got hit. Was it you?” Mum asked, barking the questions out. “Why would I do that?” I asked, smiling from ear to ear. “Oh, I know why. To get his wife to stop hiding like a coward.” Mum shook her head slowly at me. “So you really did it.” It wasn’t a question this time. She was stating it, defeated. “When do you stop, child?” Mum asked me. “When she’s dead along with her mother,” I replied. Mum sighed, collapsing into the chair in front of me. She rested her elbow on my table and held her head for a while longer. She was probably thinking of

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