Semua Bab Claimed By The Mafia Boss: Bab 61 - Bab 68

ISABELLA GARCIA I woke up to the sticky, nagging heat of Florida, instantly reminded I was at my mom’s house. The warmth clung to my skin, making the morning feel heavy already. I stretched slowly, my body adjusting to the familiar surroundings of my childhood home. Opening my eyes, I noticed Enzo standing quietly by the window, staring outside with a calm, almost distant look. He wasn’t doing anything, just lost in thought, framed by the morning light pouring in. His silhouette felt both familiar and comforting against the bright backdrop. I rubbed my tired eyes, still battling the dull headache that lingered from yesterday. It throbbed faintly, a reminder of the long day before. Memories of the flight flooded back, sending a shiver through me. Goosebumps prickled across my arms as I recalled the turbulence that had rattled my nerves. The scare still felt so fresh. “Baby?” I called out to Enzo, my voice soft and a little hoarse from sleep. I shifted, trying to shake off

ENZO MORETTI The maids were bustling around the table where we sat, collecting our plates with quiet efficiency. They stacked the dishes carefully, their movements quick but gentle, before slipping away to the kitchen to tidy up. Isabelle turned to me with a soft look in her eyes. Her fingers brushed against my cheek, warm and comforting, as she gently touched my head. “Are you going to be okay?” she asked in a tender voice, her concern for me clear after our breakfast together. Emiliana had earlier requested some private time for just the two of us to talk. Isa was simply checking to make sure I was comfortable with this plan before she left us alone. I flashed an easy, reassuring smile at her. “Of course, I’m fine,” I said to Isa, my voice light to ease her worry. I wanted her to know I was okay with everything. Isa stood up from her chair, glancing at the table where only me and her mother remained. Isa announced in a clear voice that she’d catch up with us later, givin

ISABELLA GARCIA “You didn’t wake me up this morning,” Ethan said, his voice soft but firm, as I prepared his favorite tea in the kitchen. He sat cross-legged on the living room floor, his colorful train blocks carefully arranged in the exact pattern he loved. Enzo had bought him that train set two months ago when Terry, Ethan’s dad, canceled yet another visit to see his son. The disappointment still lingered in Ethan’s eyes even as he played with it now. “Mommy overslept, sweetheart,” I explained gently to Ethan. He pushed his toy train two blocks forward, the wheels squeaking slightly, before pausing to look up at me. “There was no one to make my tea just the way I like it,” Ethan said, a hint of childlike frustration in his tone. “Why didn’t you eat breakfast with me today?” he added, his small voice curious. “Because Enzo and I needed to talk to Grandma about some important things,” I replied as I walked past him, carrying his mug. I paused to plant a quick kis

ISABELLA GARCIA “There’s nothing exciting to see around here, trust me,” I told Enzo, waving off his idea of a house tour. The box I’d dumped out on our bed popped into my head, and it only made me feel more uneasy. “Have you gone into our bedroom yet?” I asked Enzo quickly, the question slipping out as soon as the thought hit me. I’d be so embarrassed if he saw all those old keepsakes scattered across the bed, each one tied to memories I wasn’t ready to share. “Not yet, but I’m hoping I can sneak you up there soon,” Enzo said, his voice low and playful, hinting at flirty intentions. “You want to see your mom’s hometown, buddy?” Enzo asked Ethan, shifting his attention with a grin. It was so easy for Enzo to get Ethan on his side. I already knew how Ethan would respond. He’d been stuck inside this house for days, and my little boy would leap at any chance to escape his room. “Can I pick something cool to buy on the way?” Ethan asked, his eyes bright, already bargaini