All Chapters of Claimed By The Mafia Boss: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ENZO MORETTI “Your mama said we’re going home, so that’s what we’re doing,” I told Ethan, forgetting to soften my words for him. Isa stood by the door, waiting for Ethan and me, her arms crossed tightly. Ethan’s eyes flicked between us, filled with hurt and betrayal, like we’d let him down. It was clear he wasn’t ready to leave. He’d been stuck in that house for too long, cooped up with nowhere to go. Why couldn’t Isa stop being so selfish for just one damn minute? “Ethan, let’s go,” I said, my voice low but burning with quiet anger. I wasn’t mad at him, not really. It was that doctor I wanted to slam my fist into, wipe that smug look off his face. Who did he think he was, acting like he knew everything? Like he knew her more than I did. And Isa, she just went along with it, disrespecting me in front of everyone. Coming to this miserable city was a mistake. I only followed her here to see her mom, the woman who probably destroyed my family. Isa’s mom was why I grew up witho

ENZO MORETTI Emiliana stood at the door to our bedroom, her figure framed in the soft light. I glanced at her briefly, already guessing she was here to talk about lunch plans. “Where’s Isa?” I asked instead, pulling my shirt over my head in one quick motion. My voice was casual, but my mind was elsewhere. Emiliana leaned against the doorframe, her nails gripping the solid wood tightly. The raven ring gleamed on her middle finger, catching my eye. It was a small detail, but it stuck with me. I’d been piecing together what she might know about us. When I realized she didn’t recognize my surname, I was furious at first. Then relief washed over me, only for the anger to creep back in. Marco had brought it up with his mother, but she shut the conversation down fast. She wanted no part in our plans, not even if we were seeking justice for the attack they’d faced. “A friend is visiting Isa downstairs,” Emiliana said, her voice steady but soft. She stepped into the room, her move

ENZO MORETTI On the flight home, I felt completely detached from reality. I was lost in my thoughts. Isabella noticed my silence when she pointed out some vibrant flowers in the magazine, and I didn’t respond because I didn’t hear her. She asked what was on my mind, and I brushed it off. I told her it was just work stress, that I was exhausted, and that I needed some rest. But I wasn’t looking for rest. Instead, I switched to another seat on the plane and dialed Marco’s number. Today, we had a critical hit planned for Augustine, and there could be absolutely no mistakes. “Your plane should be taking off now,” Marco’s calm but focused voice said on the phone. “Yeah, we just boarded, and should be taking off soon. How’s everything going on your end?” I asked him. “He’s on the move now. We’re waiting until he reaches the spot. You know how this works,” Marco replied, his tone sharp and clipped. “I know. Alright. Keep me posted,” I told Marco, seeing as there was nothing

MARCO MARTINS “If it was there with him, it must be important. Has he taken the bait yet?” Enzo asked in a hushed voice as we walked toward our table. It was nestled by the tall glass windows, with a cozy fireplace glowing nearby. Isa and Cleo were already seated, waiting for us. “Not yet. He’s been tied up with work, so…” I said, letting my words trail off as we reached the table. Cleo flashed me a bright smile, her lips shining with bold red gloss that caught the light. I slid into the seat beside her and gave her a quick kiss, fully aware we had an audience. Enzo and Isa tried to hide their curious glances but failed miserably, their eyes betraying their interest. They brushed it off, and Cleo and I let the moment pass for now. “Nice to see you, Marco,” Isa said, her tone polite, likely just out of courtesy. I didn’t dislike Isa, but I’d never been fond of her either. Learning she was directly tied to the person who hurt my family only made things worse. “How was Florida?

ISABELLA GARCIA I didn’t want to be shopping by myself today. I had planned to bring Cleo along, hoping to chat about her wedding plans and maybe mend things between us. But that awful fight we had changed everything. I was still upset and couldn’t bring myself to talk to her just yet. I couldn’t believe Cleo and the others thought Enzo and me were wrong for each other. Their words stung, making me question everything. How could they think we made a mistake being together? The hurt lingered. I wandered away from the top section of the store, my feet dragging as I moved through rows of beautiful, stylish clothes. The bright colors and soft fabrics surrounded me, but my heart wasn’t in it. I felt out of place, like I didn’t belong among all this beauty. The whole reason I came to the store was to buy something special, something to lift my spirits. I needed a distraction from the fight and the doubts swirling in my mind. Shopping was supposed to help me feel better, but it