All Chapters of CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

My heart plummets.Shot?I was right. From the very first moment when he shielded me when he pressed me down and hushed me — I knew something was wrong.I feel the sting of tears behind my eyes, hot and fast, but I bite them back.The last thing Asher needs right now is to see me falling apart again.Still, I can't stop myself. My voice comes out in a whisper, shaking despite my best effort to keep it steady."You were shot?"I watch him carefully, trying — begging — not to show how scared I am.But Asher doesn’t even glance at me. He ignores the question entirely, saying nothing as he shrugs off his hoodie with stiff, jerky movements.Underneath, he’s wearing a t-shirt — and the moment the fabric lifts, blood smears across his arm and side, dripping sluggishly down.There’s no more hiding it. No more pretending.I’ve never seen someone shot before. And now it’s Asher.My Asher.Seeing it — seeing him like this —I can't take it. I clench my fists at my sides, digging my nails into my

I stared down at my hand wrapped around his softening cock, his cum all over it. I couldn't believe I did that, that I made Asher have this reaction to me. His fingers gently pried my hand away, and I let him, my own limbs feeling heavy and unresponsive.Then he stood and picked up my towel and wrapped it around me. A silent tug was all it took for me to follow. My feet moved without my conscious direction, carrying me into the cool sterility of the bathroom. The sound of the water filling the sink was a stark contrast to the thoughts in my head. He took my hand, the warmth of his touch a strange anchor as he held it under the running water, washing away the evidence of what had just transpired.When I was clean, he rubbed my hands with a wash towel and then wiped himself off with it, clicked off the light, and then pulled me with his hand in mine back to the bedroom. He was still naked. I think he didn't care if Luca saw him naked. That's why he wanted me to wrap it up.He pulled me

It might have been the stupidest, most impulsive thing I’d ever done, but I didn’t want to use a condom from the nightstand. That wouldn't be of any help for my plan. I needed to get pregnant, and a condom would prevent such." Why do you want to wear a condom?" I managed to question, still grinding on top of himHe looked strained, and his voice was shaking. He answered, "We don't want you to get pregnant. You can't be pregnant....."He hissed when I kept on grinding and put his hands on my waist to stop me. I raised an eyebrow at him.He shook his head, finding his voice as he said, "If I f*** you without a condom, I'm gonna come inside of you and you're going to get pregnant. You'll get Pregnant before we're married. Can you believe the scandal?" he said.I looked at him and then I asked him, "Are you clean?""Of course I'm clean," he answered straight away."Do you believe that I'm clean?""Of course you are. You're a virgin. You haven't slept with anybody else. Of course, you'r

I nearly felt like dying with mortification.On one side, there was the embarrassment—what we had just done, what Luca realized I had done, we had done. But on the other side, it was Asher’s life. The life I had put at risk. Just because I wanted to sleep with him. Because I wanted to get pregnant.But if he dies… then it would all be for nothing.I might not even get pregnant. Some people try to get pregnant for years and nothing happens. And I—what had I done? I had put his life at risk for a maybe.Tears started flowing. I didn’t even try to stop them.“I didn’t…” My voice cracked. “I am sorry.”I turned to look at Asher’s arm—the one I was holding—because I couldn’t bear to look at Luca’s face right now.'He had told me it was bad... He told me it only grazed his flesh. I didn’t know it was so bad.“It’s okay,” Luca interrupted me gently. “ He probably didn't want you to worry and made his condition seem better than it actually was.”He took a deep breath, then added, “Let’s not b

I narrowed my eyes at my mother, stunned by what she had just said. “Are you serious?” I asked, my voice sharp with disbelief.“Of course I am,” she replied, her tone too casual for the conversation. “I mean, the bullet just didn't hit anywhere vital from what I hear. I’m sure he’s going to be fine. But if it had struck somewhere more critical… we could have been talking about something else right now. We wouldn’t even be worried about him anymore.”I stared at her, horrified. She didn’t just say that. She couldn’t have meant that.“Are you saying… are you actually wishing the bullet had hit his heart? Or his head? Do you wish he had died?” My voice shook as the words left me.“No, no, no,” she rushed to say, raising her hands like she could shove the words back in. “I would never say that. Why would I say that----- I didn’t say that.”But I saw it. It was there—in her eyes. That flicker of frustration. That relief that the situation almost solved itself. She did wish it. She wished