บททั้งหมดของ Claimed By The Mafia Boss: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

CHAPTER 61LUCA The office was quiet.Too quiet.Then the knock came.Matteo.He didn’t wait for permission.He entered, eyes dark, shirt streaked with blood.I leaned back in my chair.“Well?”Matteo’s voice was grim. “We found the mole.”I didn’t speak. I waited.Matteo tossed something onto my desk.A burner phone.Wiped clean, but not clean enough.“He’s been feeding location drops to Laurent’s second-in-command for two weeks,” Matteo said. “The failed shipment? The ambush? All him. We traced the coordinates back.”“Who is it?”“Ricardo.”I exhaled slowly through my nose. “Ricardo’s been with us since Napoli.”Matteo nodded. “Which is why he knew the blind spots.”“Where is he now?”“Basement. Chained up. Screaming.”Good.I stood. Tossed the cigar into the tray. Reached for my gun and holstered it.Then I turned to Matteo.“Bring Adrien.”Matteo blinked once. “Are you sure?”I didn’t answer.He nodded. “I’ll go.”The basement reeked of sweat and blood.And piss.Ricardo hung fro

CHAPTER 63LUCA I leaned back in the leather chair, swirling the whiskey in my glass. Half-empty. Bitter.One of the screens in front of me still glowed faintly—the hallway feed near Adrien’s door.I knew I shouldn’t.I knew what it made me.But I tapped the keyboard anyway and brought up the camera in his room.He was there.Curled on the far side of the bed, still as stone. Face turned away. The sheets were soaked from the shower stunt Matteo told me about. He hadn’t even changed them.He looked small.I gritted my teeth.This was necessary.It had to be.I had to push him away. Had to keep him distant. I couldn’t afford softness anymore. Not when Damian was this close. Not with blood on every doorstep.But still—I watched him breathe.Each rise and fall of his back.He wasn’t asleep. I could tell. He just… wasn’t moving.I should’ve looked away.But I didn’t.Until the door creaked open behind me.“Luca?” a voice called sweetly.Shit.I slammed the keyboard down, cutting the feed

CHAPTER 65 LUCA "Three seconds. That’s how fast he disarmed Vico today.” Matteo said it casually, like we were discussing the weather. I didn’t look up from the documents I was reviewing—intel dumps from the Belarus contact, shipment charts, and a blueprint of the Laurent port stash we planned to breach. “Three seconds,” Matteo repeated, like I hadn’t heard the first time. “Vico’s one of our top hand-to-hand guys.” “Mm,” I hummed. Paper rustled as I flipped a page. “Was Vico drunk?” “Nope.” I finally looked up. Matteo leaned against the doorframe of my office, arms folded, sweat still drying on his neck. Adrien had just finished training with him, no doubt. “He’s fast,” Matteo added. “Focused. Doesn’t complain. Doesn’t flinch.” My jaw clenched. He was proud. Matteo was fucking proud. A part of me—an ugly, dangerous part—was proud too. But I smothered it. That’s the thing about poison. It slips in through cracks you didn’t know existed. And Adrien was poison. I stood,

CHAPTER 67“So you did it.”My voice was quiet. The room went still. Dead still.The guard—Sergio, I think—didn’t answer right away. His eyes bounced from me to Matteo, then back to the floor. His hands were sweating. I could smell fear off him like cheap cologne.“You sold us out,” I said.He shook his head fast. “No—I didn’t—I swear, boss, I—”“We nearly got bombed today.” I cut him off, calm as ever. “Someone knew about the warehouse drop. Only six people knew that location. Six.”I stepped closer.“You were one of them.”“I didn’t tell no one!” he cried. “Please, I got a family, I—”“You told someone,” I snapped, grabbing his collar. “And that someone passed it to the Laurents. And now two of my men are in the fucking hospital with third-degree burns because of you.”He shook like a leaf.Matteo stood behind me, silent. Watching. He already told me everything—the payment trail, the call logs, the GPS ping. It all pointed to this dumb, greedy bastard.“They offered me money, that’

CHAPTER 69LUCAI had just stepped out of the gym. My muscles were still tense, skin still burning from what had happened inside. Adrien. On the floor. His mouth on mine. I didn’t know if it was rage or heat running through my veins. Probably both.Then Matteo came running down the hall.“Boss!” His voice was urgent, breath uneven. He was gripping his phone like it was about to explode. “It’s confirmed. The Laurents are moving girls through Southern Spain. Young. Teenage. Maybe younger.”I stopped walking. My head turned slowly toward him.“When?” My voice came out colder than ice.“Three days from now. Seville. Through a textile front. I’ve got partial names, a route, some locations. They’re heavily guarded.”My jaw flexed. “Fuck.”We’d been waiting for a big move, but this… this was worse.Matteo’s eyes hardened. “It’s more than big. They’re using children, Luca.”The hallway went quiet.Behind me, a door creaked open.I didn’t have to look. I knew who it was.Adrien stepped into vi