All Chapters of CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

As we got closer to the house, Alan suddenly said, “Hey, Ariana, do you mind helping me bring the Baby’s Delight package from Dalia Lou restaurant?”I stared at the back of his head, confused because he hadn’t turned to look at me. Then I glanced at the back of Dana’s head, equally puzzled.“I don’t understand,” I said. “You want me to go pick it up?”“No,” he replied, still focused on the road. “I mean... the owner is kind of a friend, and he usually prepares this meal for me called Kid’s Delight for little Rosie. And since we’ve all had a long day, and we’ve been together, I thought.... why not have dinner together? I’m leaving tomorrow, and I’ve had such a great time... I just wanted to end it on a good note. Rosie loves it, don’t you?”He turned slightly to look back at her.Rosie beamed. “Yes! Kid’s Delight is my favourite!”“I’d love to,” I said, “but I have to take care of Leon. I need to give him a bath, change him... You know, all the usual.”Alan raised an eyebrow. “Don’t yo

A few weeks went by. Great ones, honestly. Leon had settled into school, made friends, and was having the time of his life with Dana’s daughter, Rosie. Everything felt smooth, natural—and easy. I say this, I guess, to paint the picture that Alan hadn’t come back. Just like he said, maybe a day, a week. I didn’t know.At first, I kept expecting him to pop up again. You know, show up at the window like some awkward Romeo. But he didn’t. And eventually, I stopped waiting.Maybe I was a little relieved. I’d been nervous about how I’d turn him down, how to explain that the two of us just can't be together. So when he didn’t show, I tucked it all away in a quiet box in my mind and moved on.Everything else was going great. Really. Until one Saturday.The four of us were coming home after the kids’ game, our usual routine. The kids were exhausted, covered in dirt and grass, and we had all their stuff bundled together in Dana’s car this time. That was normal too: sometimes we used mine, somet

It’s Dana.“Hey,” she says with a smile. “Are you guys ready? I thought we could all leave at the same time... you know, so we arrive together and don’t have to wait for each other.”“Yeah, that makes sense. We’re just about ready,” I say, glancing up the stairs. “Maria? Leon? Let’s go!”“We’re coming!” Maria calls back.I turn to Dana. “We’ll be out in a sec.”Dana’s eyes flick over me, and for a moment, she freezes.“What?” I ask, unsure.She opens her mouth to say something, “You look…” but she doesn’t finish it. Instead, she blinks and takes a step back, suddenly quiet.I watch her carefully, my stomach twisting with unease.“Dana?” I call, stepping out slightly. But she’s already turning toward the car.We got into our car, and they got into theirs. Two vehicles, one destination. The drive was quiet but warm, filled with city lights and the soft hum of anticipation. When we arrived, the restaurant was everything I had imagined and more. Elegant, refined, with soft lighting that m

Everything went great from there.The alcohol finally slipped into my veins, and suddenly, the music didn’t feel as loud anymore—it just felt good. Dana and I were on the dance floor, laughing like schoolgirls, our hair wild, our bodies loose. We twirled each other, bumped hips, and laughed when we messed up. It felt like the kind of fun I hadn’t had in years.... maybe ever.Then the men joined us. One moment, it was just us; the next, there were arms and bodies sliding in. David with Dana. Alan behind me. We moved as a group at first, dancing in rhythm, laughing, switching partners, switching sides. The floor was warm, the lights low and golden, and the beat... deep and steady.Eventually, Dana drifted into David’s arms, her head tipped back, their foreheads brushing. That’s when I turned and Alan was still there. Close. Watching.And then it was just the two of us.We didn’t talk, we didn’t have to. His hands found my hips, and mine found his shoulders. We started to move. Slowly at

Alan had taken me home last night. We got back safely.At the front door, he kissed my forehead. Soft, almost like a whisper and waited until I stepped inside before turning toward his house.Maria was still awake, just like she said she would be. She didn’t say a word when she saw me. Just closed the door behind me, silently, and started up the stairs.I thought about calling after her. But the truth was—I didn’t have anything to say. Nothing that would make sense. Nothing that would change whatever she was thinking. So I let her go.The house was quiet. Still. I walked into the living room and found it just as she’d promised: a sleepover setup.Rosie and Leon were curled up together in their makeshift nest of pillows and blankets, deep in sleep. Safe. Dreaming. Completely unaware of the storm stirring around them, of the choices their mothers were making.I slept on the couch that night. There was no way I could let the kids sleep down there alone.Sometime just before sunrise, I wa