Todos os capítulos de Claimed By The Mafia Boss: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

CHAPTER 52ADRIENI woke up with a sore back and Luca's scent still on my skin.The sheets were warm. The sun was coming in soft through the curtains. And beside me, on the nightstand, was something that made my chest tighten.An envelope.No name. Just clean, white.I sat up slowly and reached for it. My fingers shook. I told myself not to care, not to be curious. But of course, I opened it.The handwriting was neat. Adrien.I’m sure by now you’ve heard. Or at least started to piece things together. Our father doesn’t speak much of you. But that’s expected, isn’t it? He does not tend to dwell on his mistakes.I’ve asked to meet you before. He always refused. Said you were better left forgotten. I disagreed. I think it’s time we speak.No guards. No Luca. Just us. Brother to brother.I'm in Italy presently so come to this location.- LucienI read it three times before I could breathe.Our father’s shame.That’s what he meant, wasn’t it?I sat there for a while. Just breathing. My mi

CHAPTER 54ADRIEN I’d been staring at the same spot on the wall for at least twenty minutes.Maybe more.The silence in the room was suffocating. No TV. No music. Just me. Sitting on the edge of the bed, barefoot, wearing one of Luca’s shirts that still smelled faintly of his cologne. I didn’t know if that made things better or worse.He hadn’t checked on me.Not after he came home drenched in blood. Not after he kissed my forehead like I was a fucking child. Not after locking down the house like we were in a damn war zone.He hadn't come back.He always came back.Until now.I blinked and looked toward the hallway. The light under the door remained undisturbed. Not a shadow. Not a sound.What the hell had changed?I stood up and paced the room, chewing on the inside of my cheek. My body still ached from lack of sleep, my head spinning with half-finished thoughts.Why was he being like this?What the fuck did I do?Knock. Knock.I jumped.I stared at the door.Another knock. Heavier

ADRIEN I tried to eat today.It felt like lifting weights with my tongue.Every bite was a battle — not against hunger, but against nausea. The eggs were too soft. The bread, too dry. The soup tasted like regret.Still, I tried. I chewed slowly. I swallowed. I smiled.I even tried a joke."How many Moretti guards does it take to screw in a lightbulb?"Silence.Not even the guard by the door cracked a smirk. Matteo, sitting stiffly across from me, gave a polite cough and immediately looked at his plate.My smile twitched. "I guess we’ll never know. None of them talk, and they all look constipated."Nothing.Just forks on ceramic. The sound of chewing. The slow, cold ache of being tolerated.My laughter faded. I pushed my bowl away and leaned back in the chair."Okay," I murmured. "Tough crowd."Matteo glanced at me finally, but it wasn’t the warm gaze I remembered. It was clinical. Distant. Like I was a fragile package and he’d been told not to drop it."You good to walk today?" he a

CHAPTER 58LUCAThe footage played in silence.Adrien stumbled during his spin. Again.I watched him catch himself on shaky legs, fists raised, jaw clenched like he was trying to prove something. To himself. To me.Maybe both.The sound was muted, but I didn’t need audio. The body tells you everything.The tension in his shoulders. The slight limp from the fall he’d taken two days ago. The way he didn’t even flinch when Matteo corrected him sharply. He just nodded and went again.Like a machine trying to stay human.I leaned back in the leather chair, a glass of whiskey cradled in my hand.“You’re getting comfortable,” I murmured to no one.Cozy. That’s what this was starting to feel like.He'd stopped screaming at the guards. Stopped trying to run.Started folding his clothes neatly. Making the bed. Eating whatever was brought to him, even if he gagged halfway through.I took another sip. Let the burn coat my throat.I should’ve broken him. Or left him shattered.But Adrien was adapt

CHAPTER 60ADRIENThe footsteps I heard weren’t heavy. Not like Luca’s. They were softer—heels.My stomach twisted as Alexis rounded the corner.“Good morning,” she said, too sweet. Too bright. Her lips were painted red, her blouse a bit too crisp for something casual.I stiffened. “Didn’t realize you were up.”“Oh, I’ve been up for hours.” She smiled, walking to the far side of the kitchen island. There were a few documents neatly stacked on the counter, with a fountain pen resting beside them. “Luca’s documents,” she explained when she saw me glance. “You know how territorial he is about his business.”I said nothing, just sipped the now-lukewarm coffee in my hand.She wandered over to the cabinet, humming, and pulled out a bottle of red wine.It wasn’t even 9 AM.“Bit early for that, isn’t it?” I asked dryly.She turned, glass in hand. “Oh come on. Don’t tell me you’re still sore from training. Or… from something else?”My jaw clenched.She smirked. “Sorry. That was inappropriate,