Lahat ng Kabanata ng CLAIMED BY MY FATHER-IN-LAW: A twisted mafia story: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

GIANNA’S POV Hands gripping my waist, pulling me down, forcing me to take every inch of him. I can’t believe I chose to lose my virginity to a stranger I just met at a club. My fingers claw at his shoulder, nails digging into his skin as my toes curl, but he doesn’t ease up. He keeps going. With his wide hands guiding me, he rasped against my ear, his voice dark and commanding. “Take it. Take all of me, baby girl. A whimper escapes me, his words unraveling something deep inside me. He moved with control, like he knew my body better than I did like he knew exactly what I needed. I can’t breathe. Can’t think straight. The only thing anchoring me is the way he moves, slow at first, teasing my whole body, using his mouth and fingers on my nipples as he works his way down to my clit adding more friction while fucking me deep, rough and punishing. His fingers dig into my hips, guiding me, owning me and showing me who is in control until I have no choice but to surrender. A sharp g

ENZO’S POV THREE MONTHS AGO It’s been two weeks since I found out that one of my best men was selling out information about our shipment and since then, I had him locked away at the warehouse, pressing him for information, but he seems to not give up with his lies. Holding the finger clipper close to his hands, and looking straight into his eyes. “This is your last chance, Paulo. I currently have five missing shipments, all under your watch, who have you been betraying me with, huh. Who have you been selling my information to?” “I promise Il Falco, I do not know anything about your missing shipments. I promise.” Already fed up with his lies, I chipped off his thumb, sharp and unforgiving, the sound of his scream echoed into the silent space. His screams didn’t last long as I collected my gun, the cold metal pressing into my palm. The gun didn’t make a sound. Just a soft click, a muted thud, and then silence as I watched the dark pool of blood trail from his skull while lig

GIANNA’S POV I swallowed hard on my saliva, invisible sweat trickling down my neck as I settled into my seat. He hasn’t stopped watching me. Not once. His stare pierces through the candlelit distance, silent and scorching. I feel his gaze like a second skin, every move I make under his scrutiny. When I cut into my food, I swear I feel the weight of that night pressing down on my shoulders. Enzo Moretti. I can’t believe I lost my virginity to the most feared and talked about man in America. And now, he sits at the head of this cursed table as my father-in-law. He hasn’t said much. Not directly to me. He lets the man he came with do all the talking, his words sharp and biting. He asks me about my education, my etiquette on how I view the mafia, and my ability to manage a household. I barely hear him, my thoughts still are on the man still watching me. And my grip on reality begins to slip away. My shoulders ache from the tension. I hold the fork with white-knuckled control l

GIANNA’S POV The minutes tick by, each second stretching longer than the last as we landed in New York. My fingers twitch at my sides, itching to do something—anything. But I know that any motive I have is pointless. There’s no way out. The guards back home had their eyes on me, sharp and unyielding. They were not just watching me. They were ensuring I didn’t even think about running. My father’s words echo in my mind, a cold reminder of why I’m here. Why do I have to go through with this? “You’ll marry him. You’ll do what’s necessary.” And the unspoken words he didn’t utter but I know too well, “You’ll be a good tool for the growth of my empire.” Mama is the only reason I’m sitting in this car. To find her. To piece together the fragments of her sudden disappearance. Whatever I do, I’ll do it for her. Years of not being able to do anything have driven me to this point, but the weight of this marriage… it’s unbearable. As my thoughts cleared, I glanced out the window, watchin

GIANNA’S POV Aria and I hurried out of the kitchen, exchanging a glance as we moved, both needing to see who it was. “Where is my lovely little bride?” The voice echoed through the hallway. “That must be Matteo,” Aria said with a worried look on her face. Hesounded like he was drunk. Immediately, the words came out of my mouth, and I realized I had said it out loud. She turned to look at me with an apologetic smile as she collected my hands in hers. “I’m so sorry your first impression of him has to be like this.” “No problem, Aria. I have no problem.” She smiles and leans in for a hug. “It gets better. It always does. I promise.” “I know.” We got to the hallway to see Zeno and two of Enzo’s bodyguards trying to help a struggling Matteo onto his feet. “Get a hang of yourself, Matteo. Your father is home.” Zeno says. “I don’t give a fuck.” Matteo said in a high-pitched voice. “That’s enough.” Enzo’s voice echoed through the hallway. “I’ve had enough of your