All Chapters of Claimed By The Mafia Boss: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CHAPTER 111ADRIEN I crouched on the rooftop, the city spread out beneath me like a map waiting to be redrawn. The wind was sharp, biting at my exposed neck, but I didn’t feel it anymore. I didn’t feel much of anything these days.“Target’s in position,” Evelyn’s voice crackled softly through the earpiece. Calm. Efficient. She didn’t ask why I was doing this again. She knew better.“I see him,” I whispered.The red dot from my scope settled on the man’s temple through the restaurant window across the street. Politician. Russian puppet. Thought he could cut a deal with the Morettis behind Luca’s back. Bad move.“Two guards on the balcony,” Evelyn added. “Infrared shows one more by the staircase.”“I’ll handle it,” I murmured.They didn’t call me Phantom for nothing.Sliding the silencer onto my pistol, I jumped off the roof. The grappling line caught silently, lowering me onto the balcony like smoke. One guard turned at the faint sound—too late. My knife kissed his throat before he co

CHAPTER 113 ADRIEN I was buried in paperwork when the knock came. Sharp. Three times. Not hesitant. Not timid. A knock that announced trouble. “Come in,” I said without looking up. Evelyn stepped inside, tablet in hand, immaculate as always. Her hair was pinned up tight, lips painted dark red. “Sir,” she said, voice measured, “you have… an uninvited guest downstairs.” My pen stilled. “Who?” She hesitated for a heartbeat. “Luca Moretti.” My fingers tightened on the pen until it cracked. Ink bled onto the page, a black stain spreading like poison. I didn’t say anything. I just stared at it for a few seconds. Evelyn cleared her throat softly. “Should I—” “Where is he?” I interrupted. “Lobby. He refused to leave. He’s demanding to see you.” I leaned back in my chair slowly, letting the silence hang heavy. My heart thudded once, hard, but my face remained blank. It had been months since I’d last seen him. Months since the night I walked away, built walls so high no

CHAPTER 115ADRIENThat night, the nightmares came again.I should’ve known they would.Every time something cracks open in the day, something darker slips through at night. And tonight, Luca’s face… the way his voice broke… it was enough to rip the lid off everything I’d been nailing shut for months.I fell asleep around 3 a.m., slumped on the couch in my penthouse office because my bed felt too exposed. I didn’t expect to dream. I rarely did anymore. But when I did, it was always the same.Dark. Damp. A smell like rust and sweat and something rotting.My breath hitched the moment I realized where I was.The room.The one with concrete walls and no windows. The locked door. The faint drip of water that used to drive me insane. My body went cold even though it was just a dream.And then I heard it.Whip.The sound cut through the silence like a gunshot.“No,” I whispered. My ow

CHAPTER 117 LUCA I caught up to him in the alley behind the club. The rain hadn’t stopped. It came down in sheets, soaking both of us as if the sky was trying to wash away the mess we’d made inside. Adrien was already halfway to his car when I grabbed his arm and yanked him back. He spun around, eyes blazing. “What the hell do you want?” “You,” I growled. “To talk.” “There’s nothing to talk about.” “Bullshit.” My fingers tightened on his arm. “Two weeks, Adrien. Two goddamn weeks of you pretending I don’t exist, and now you’re out here letting some random piece of trash put his hands on you—” He jerked free, voice cutting like glass. “Because it’s none of your business, Luca!” “The hell it isn’t!” I stepped closer. “You think I can just stand there and watch that?” “Yes!” he shot back. “Because that’s what normal people do when it’s not their business! You don’t own me, Luca. You don’t get to beat people half to death just because you’re jealous.” “Jealous?” I laughed bitte

CHAPTER 119 ADRIEN He didn’t come back. Not that night. Not the next morning. Not at all. It shouldn’t bother me. I keep repeating that like a prayer. It shouldn’t bother me. It shouldn’t bother me. But every time I walk past the hallway that leads to his wing and see the door shut, silent, untouched, something twists inside my chest. I sit on the couch, elbows resting on my knees, staring at nothing. The clock ticks too loudly. The house is too quiet. I bite the inside of my cheek until I taste blood. “He used you. Again.” The thought slides in easily, cruel and familiar. Because it’s true. What else did I expect? For him to stay? For him to talk? For him to explain why he kissed me like it meant something and then vanished like it didn’t? I laugh under my breath. It’s not funny. It sounds broken. I throw myself into work. Surveillance. Weapons checks. Planning routes. Overseeing raids. My body moves through the motions like it’s programmed to, but my mind is somewhere