All Chapters of Claimed By The Mafia Boss: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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The Trunk

MARCO MARTINS The slim blonde at the counter eyed the bottle in my hand. “Is that all?” She asked, judging me with her eyes. She wrinkled her nose in distaste. “Judging a man for alcohol?” I questioned her. I held the bottle and checked the price tag. Sixty nine dollars and ninety nine cents. “I’m not,” she said. “But its ten o’clock in the morning,” she said like it was nothing. The blonde haired took my bottle and the computer beeped. Bright eyed, she turned to me. “Sixty nine dollars and ninety nine cents.” I pulled out a hundred dollar note and paid. From the corner of my eyes, someone got my attention. She looked slightly different but I couldn't make a mistake of who she was. It was Cleo Garcia. Her hair was parked in a bun. Her sharp chin leaned forward. “Keep the change,” I said and walked out of the line. “I need to put that in a ba—” The blonde called out to me. She stopped and sighed, accepting that I didn't need a bag. I heard her acknowledge the n

Last Updated : 2025-01-18

Leaving Work

CLEO GARCIA I got an email from Human Resources when I was at the office. Dannie was walking over to me. He was a friend from work. We were also seeing each other romantically and sexually. “Is it me or you've been so distant?” Dannie said when he got to my desk. He pulled out a chair and sat on it. He twirled and I found the strength to come clean with me. If there was anyone that deserved to know of this, it was him. “I don't know which one it has been, to be honest,” I said and closed my computer. It was lunch break so a few people had gone out to eat. Those who had finished their tasks for the day were packing up to leave. “That sounds like a yes to me.” Dannie pulled out two servings of ramen noodles and a pack of chips. “I brought lunch,” he announced. “Tell me you're hungry, please.” I laughed, pushing one of the noodles to me. “You know me, Dannie. I'm always hungry.” Dannie laughed with me as he opened his meal. We toasted with our forks before we started eating.

Last Updated : 2025-01-27

Storm For The Road

ENZO MORETTI Bobby was driving, and Silvio was in the passengers seat. Marco and I were in the back seat and my fingers tapped my leg impatiently. The road was rocky, having a lot of bumps and breaks that caused the car ride to be unsmooth. I could feel my stomach turning because of all the dust. I've always found it funny that I would forever be a car sick person. “How close are we?” I asked Bobby. “Thirty minutes, sir.” “Thirty damn minutes,” I grumbled. “Why thirty minutes? Step on the accelerator if you have to.” Marco turned to me. He faced me while he gave an order to Bobby. “The speed we’re going at is okay, Bobby.” “Yes, sir,” Bobby said as he adjusted his rearview mirror. I brought down the window and pushed my face outside. I wanted it to make me feel better but who was I kidding? It did absolutely nothing. “Should I get a plastic bag?” Marco teased me. Our eyes met, and then he started laughing. His chest vibrated and he threw his head back.

Last Updated : 2025-01-27

Illusions

ISABELLA GARCIA “Come on, Ethan. This is the most I can do for you,” I said to my son. Ethan and I were out at the park. Something that we haven't been able to do in ages. Enzo made it possible. “No. Tell Enzo I want to play with my agemates. Mum, please,” Ethan whined. We had two guards with us, Marcello and Scarface, along with two nurses. Nurse Kim and Nurse Peterson. Last night, during dinner, Enzo asked Ethan what he wanted to do and Ethan said he missed the park. We had not gone in months because of Ethan’s sickness. Ethan was so sick and weak that he could easily catch illnesses. His body lacked a functioning immune system. If someone has a cold and he was exposed to that person, Ethan would have a cold. And the worst part was something as small as a simple cold would destabilize him. Something as small as a cough or a runny nose could take his life. So in a way of keeping him safe, I've kept him away from activities as simple as playtime at the park. “If you’re

Last Updated : 2025-01-28

We're Family Now

CLEO GARCIA Enzo turned around as soon as Isa said what she said. "Baby, Marco explained it wrongly," Enzo said, explaining himself. He tried to sit down beside Isa but she was already getting up. "I need to use the bathroom," Isa said and got up.She was visibly offended. "Fuck you, Marco," Enzo found the time to say before he chased after Isa.r "babe, come on. Let me explain it,” Enzo called after her. Enzo's voice travelled up the stairs until we wren't hearing him again. I was a little offended and uncomfortable. I didn't like that I just witnessed their couples fight, or whatever that was. And Isa had just left like that. It was a bit too much for me. She wasn't over reacting. I would do worse if my man came home and his friend was making jokes about a wife that was given to him. His friend... Marco was still seated. His water bottle was on the side stool close to him. "They left us to be alone," Marco said when i looked up. "Yup." I counter to three, tapping my hee

Last Updated : 2025-01-29

A Father’s Empty Promises

ISABELLA GARCIA “Terry, I'm sure you can make an exception. Please can you just try more?” I rubbed my forehead in frustration. I already knew where this was going. Terry, Ethan’s father had become nothing but a monster to me. Last two years, I had a feeling he was cheating. He was already treating me like shit and blaming me for Ethan’s sickness then. I stalked him and found out about his mistress, Laura from his office meetings. She was a curvy red-haired and a meanie the first time I ever bumped into her at Terry’s workplace. Seeing them together broke me, so I filed for divorce. Since then, Terry has become nothing short of my worst nightmare. “Can we talk later? I have stuff to get to,” Terry replied sharply. Enzo got down beside me. He gave me the glass of wine and I threw it down my throat at once. My anger boiled but tiredness enveloped me. “When do I tell him you’re coming?” I asked Terry instead of picking the fight he wanted. “I don’t know

Last Updated : 2025-01-30

Te Mataré, Undeestood?

ENZO MORETTI Terry and Isa were fighting because of me. I could hear them going at it behind the car. Terry yelled the most. He lacked basic manners and I wanted to throw his face against a wall or something sturdy. “You brought my son with someone I don’t know? What was your plan? To humiliate me?” Terry went at it again. I tried to look from the rear-view mirror but the image wasn't sufficient. Isa said something. All I was able to pick up was Ethan’s name. Unlike him, she was trying to keep her voice low. We were at the parking lot of a movie theater. Isa walked back to the car. Ethan was in the back seat with me. He was almost falling asleep. Poor kid. We’d been out for almost an hour. First, it was a complete problem locating where Terry was. Every time we parked and called him, he would say he had moved to another place. The guy was apparently busy somehow. And now that we had made it, he was still wasting our time. Isa made it to the car. She opened the back

Last Updated : 2025-01-31

Family Is Forever

ISABELLA GARCIA We arrived in a convoy of luxury, neat black cars. My nerves were a hot mess. I was this close to asking Enzo if I could return home. The closer we got, the more I wasn't sure if I wanted to be here. I was attending the funeral of the man who Enzo killed. What was more insulting than that? But I looked to my side to see Enzo with an impassive face. He was calm like he had everything under control. When he noticed I was looking at him, he flashed a smile my way. “Nervous?” Enzo asked as the car came to a halt. I nodded. “This is…a lot. Do we have to do this?” “Not really,” Enzo said in truth. “But this is the last chance to pay our respects. And you wanted to see his kid, make sure she's alive. She will be here.” I swallowed. It must be horrible for her to be here. I imagined Ethan having to attend my burial and my heart shattered. I shook the thought away and tried to gather myself. Someone opened Enzo’s door. Enzo got down and turned for

Last Updated : 2025-02-01

Mother Of Mercy

ENZO MORETTI The ceremony came to a quiet end. Because Larry didn't leave any family who had the strength to wail at his grave, he was buried quietly. His daughter and niece watched and occasionally, they would clean their eyes. But they didn't scream and cry out like their heart had been cut off. To them, they’d lost someone they knew and not someone they needed to survive. When I told Isa that Lily was better off without her father, I wasn't lying. At least now that she was in the foster home, she could stay away from drug influences and the dirty life. I closed my eyes for a moment to say my last prayers. “Father forgive me for I have sinned.” A calm settled in me after reciting that. I squeezed Isa’s hand and kissed her cheek. It was the first show of affection all afternoon. People were asking questions with their eyes and this was me giving them answers. This was how I made claim of my woman. “Is it over?” Isa asked, looking up at me. I wanted to t

Last Updated : 2025-02-01

Marco Calls

CLEO GARCIA I received the email last night. I have struggled to not evaporate with joy, or let out a squeal in the office. I had to let it play out. I had to let my colleagues see my article get published in the New York Times before I burst. Only after then can I show my delight by jumping and shouting with glee. I had spent an extra thirty minutes getting ready today. My eyeliner had to be perfect, as well as my foundation and lipstick. When I walked into the office, I walked with my head high. It was around ten am that the publication got published. Five minutes later, there was a knock on my door. Debbie, a team member poked her head in. “Have you seen it?” Debbie asked, grinning. I played the oblivious game. “Seen what?” I asked. Her mouth hung open. Debbie walked into my office, giving me a look. “What?” I asked. Just say it already, Debbie. It’s getting harder to pretend. Debbie raised her tablet. “You got featured on this week's New York Times

Last Updated : 2025-02-02

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