Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed By The Mafia Boss: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

CLEO GARCIA My heart raced as I sat in the taxi, digging through my pocket for change. I was stalling, and I’d done a good job of it all day. Marco had given me a task. He wanted me to take charge of their PR management, which meant I had to visit the M & M head office. I’d never been there before—never had a reason to. I was a journalist, trained in school with a Master of Arts degree in journalism. But I wasn’t a PR manager. I didn’t know the first thing about handling public image. All I knew how to do was tell stories and write headlines. A loud horn blared behind my cab, making my skin jump. My driver glanced up at the rearview mirror. A car was waiting for our spot so it could pull into the parking lot. “Please hurry up, miss. I don’t wanna get a ticket,” my cab driver said, starting the engine. He had no choice. The horn stopped once he began to move forward. I paid him because there was no more time left to waste. I’d already wasted plenty earlier. At the coffee stan

ISABELLA GARCIA I was at the cathedral when I got Mum’s message. The front pews were empty and the hall was quiet. It was just me in there, and I was finally starting to feel a little peace when Mum’s message arrived in a well-tailored suit. Someone had walked into the church, and I didn’t bother to look up. The sharp click of heels on the floor gave her away. I was sure it was a woman. She walked up to where I was seated and joined me on the bench. “Brittany Laurel is my name, your mum sent me to get you.” The woman’s voice was calm, suiting right with the silent hall. “Excuse me?” I blinked and took a better look at the messenger. I was in shock, knocked right off my boots. One moment I was sitting here saying a prayer, the next someone was here to get me to Mum. What the hell? The woman’s face was bare except for mascara and lip gloss. She seemed a bit older than me, with smooth skin but a more mature gaze. I guessed she was in her early thirties. A go

MARCO MARTINS Yvette’s shrine carried the scent of incest, thick in the air, swirling through her space. She was a plant enthusiast who loved nature, so her windowsills and shelves were packed with greenery—lush stalks and leaves that added texture to the room. The beaded curtain clattered as I walked through it. That sound was what signaled to Yvette that someone had entered. I never believed it was her intuition or spiritual sense that told her. I never believed her and maybe judged Mum sometimes when she repeatedly came here, but here I was. Yvette was seated cross-legged on the floor, her eyes closed in a meditative pose. She inhaled deeply, her chest rising, then falling slowly as she exhaled. Only then did she look at me. “Does your mum know you’re here?” Yvette asked quietly. She stayed on the floor, hands pressed together in a prayer pose in front of her chest. “No,” I answered. Yvette gave a small grin. “Isn’t it always a pleasure to have you here?” she s

CLEO GARCIA I still had my job at M&M Media, so there was no need for an office at their headquarters. That worked out fine until Marco offered his office as a space for me to use whenever I was around. I stopped by this evening. My initial plan was to knock out my tasks and be out in under an hour. I finished what I came to do, but his office was so comfortable that I decided to tackle some media work too. I got lost in my work, and before I knew it, night had settled in. The skies darkened, and the building grew quiet as doors closed one by one, more people were closing for the day. I planned to stay another hour, the only problem was now how hungry I was. I considered ordering takeout online, but using Marco’s office as the delivery address felt off. Eating takeout in his space didn’t sit right either. After mulling it over for a minute, I thought, “Screw it.” I’d head downstairs, grab the food myself, and come back to the office. I wasn’t doing anything wrong.

ISABELLA GARCIA Ethan stood in front of me, and Enzo was coming up behind me. Cleo planned to meet us at the airport to say her goodbyes. Today was the big day, and we were finally heading to Florida for a short trip. Enzo had already met with Sam and the judge earlier. After their discussion, he got permission to travel, but only for three days. It felt like such a tight window for everything we needed to do. Our plan was to meet my mom in Florida, show her I was doing fine, and convince her that Enzo was the right person for me. Then we’d head back to New York. It sounded simple, but I wasn’t sure how we’d pull it off. Three days didn’t seem like enough time for all of this. I couldn’t shake the feeling that things might go wrong. In my mind, I pictured Mom and Enzo clashing. She’d probably demand I stay with her, but Enzo and I might end up running off together. If that happened, we’d have to live in hiding forever, always looking over our shoulders. Enzo caugh