All Chapters of Claimed By The Mafia Don: Chapter 81 - Chapter 84

Lucia’s POVMy chest locked. Like someone had knocked the air from my lungs.I’d left him in the garden minutes ago, and he was okay.Now? He was screaming. Begging. Breaking.It didn’t make sense… none of it did.I stood frozen outside Dante’s gate, my phone dangling in my hand, my mind blank.No. No, no, no.This couldn’t be happening.And then, like the universe was mocking me, the same number flashed across my screen again.UNKNOWN CALLER.I hesitated—just a second too long—before I swiped to answer. “Hello?”A low distorted voice answered. “If you hand that drive to Dante Romano, your father is dead.”My tongue felt thick and useless. Every word got stuck behind my teeth as a cold film of sweat gathered at the back of my neck. “Who is this? What do you want—?”“You have one chance to save him,” the voice snapped. “Bring every copy of the evidence. Alone. No games. No Dante. If you defy us, he dies screaming.”The call ended.My hand dropped to my side, the phone sliding from my f

Dante’s POVI watched Lucia’s face as she begged me to be careful, her voice cracking, her eyes swimming with fear. But I couldn’t look at her for long. Not when everything inside me was boiling, bleeding, breaking.Gabriel Rucci.That fucking name echoed in my skull like a war drum. I had stared at the footage—grainy, but damning. Saw the conversations and receipts. Watched him move like a phantom through the ruins of my past. The bastard had been there the night my parents died. Smiling. Calm. Efficient.He wasn’t just involved.He orchestrated it.And I’d spent my whole life pointing my rage in the wrong direction.“You can’t just go after him like this,” Lucia said, stepping in front of me as I loaded a fresh clip into my pistol. “He still has my father, Dante. If you strike without proper planning—”She reached for me again, and for a split second, I almost let her in, almost let the fury break into something softer.“I don’t care about your father,” I snapped. Her mouth fell ope