All Chapters of Claimed By The Mafia Don: Chapter 91 - Chapter 97

Lucia’s POVI stayed by the window, letting the silence wrap around me. The warehouse fire still haunted me, but the truth had finally come to light. The journalist was in custody now. He’d cracked under pressure and spilled everything—names, dates, motives. And just like that, the pieces slid into place with terrifying clarity.Gabriel and Vincenzo hadn’t just been trying to tear down Dante’s empire, they wanted to gut him from the inside out. Make him watch his power, control, and legacy go up in flames. And they used my father to do it.He didn’t get that warehouse job by chance. It wasn’t luck, or timing, or fate. They put him there.And the fire? It was never an accident. It was a message. My father was the spark they used to start the blaze.I thought about all the nights I’d lain awake, trying to make sense of it. But now, I had answers. The shadows had names. And for once, it wasn’t Dante who put us in danger.There were days I didn’t think I could look at him without remembe

~*Three Years Later*~Lucia’s POVThe smell of antiseptic was the first thing that hit me. Faint, but always there. It clung to the whitewashed walls and vinyl chairs, mixed with the scent of overwatered plants and the too-sweet coffee from the vending machine in the hallway…like the place was trying too hard to feel comforting. Like it forgot that most of us walking through these doors weren’t looking for comfort. We were looking for pieces of someone we used to know.I hated it.But I came anyway.Every month. Without fail.“Mommy, is Grandpa going to remember me today?” Enea asked, small hand gripping mine tightly.I looked down at him—his dark curls unruly, his lashes long like his father’s. He was the perfect mix of us, and somehow, all his own.“I don’t know, baby,” I said gently. “But we’re going to try.”He nodded, brave even at three. Brave like Dante.When we entered the sunlit visiting room, I spotted my father immediately. He was sitting by the window, his face tilted towa

Lucia’s POVIf someone told me the most painful moment of my life would also be the most beautiful, I would’ve laughed in their face.Now?Now I was gripping the edge of Dante’s wrist so tightly he might never regain circulation….and I still didn’t care.“Don’t just stand there like a statue!” I screamed, sweat sliding down my temple. “Do something!”He blinked down at me, clearly fighting for composure, though the vein in his neck was twitching and his shirt was inside out, his hair looked like he’d run through a storm. “I am doing something,” he said too calmly. “I’m here. I’m being supportive.”“Supportive?” I seethed. “You’re pacing like a caged lion and offering me water, Dante. I don’t need water. I need this child out of me!”His mouth opened like he had something clever to say, but the nurse glanced up from the monitor, cutting him off.“She’s at nine centimeters. Almost time.”Dante paled. Visibly.I almost laughed if it weren’t for the fact that another contraction slammed i