All Chapters of Claimed By The Mafia Boss: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CHAPTER 71ADRIENThe house was too quiet when we got back. Not even the usual hum of soft footsteps or murmurs in the hall. Damon and Matteo tried talking to me in the car—light teasing, a few questions—but I gave nothing. I didn’t have anything left to give. Not after tonight.I stepped out first, not waiting. Luca was standing at the entrance, arms crossed, face unreadable.“Report,” he said.Damon stepped forward. “Done. All of them.”“Clean,” Matteo added. “No survivors.”Luca didn’t look at them. He was watching me. Just watching.I walked past him like he wasn’t there.“Adrien,” Matteo called after a moment.I stopped, still facing forward.He jogged up and stood beside me. “Come with me.”I didn’t ask where. I followed. I didn’t want to go back to the other room. The walls there echoed too loudly, and the silence screamed.We got to my old room—my real one, not that cage.Matteo opened the door and held it. “Go on.”I stared. “This...?”He nodded. “Yeah.”I stepped inside, slo

CHAPTER 73ADRIEN“No… stop, please, I didn’t mean to— I— I’m sorry—”I jerked awake, breath slamming out of my lungs.My shirt clung to my skin, drenched. The sheets were a twisted mess. My fingers were trembling. I couldn’t tell where I was for a second.Just a dream.No. Not a dream. A memory.The fists. The cold. The muffled laughter. Blood in my mouth and no one coming to help.I pushed the heels of my palms into my eyes and forced myself to sit up. My chest ached like it had been caved in. The air was heavy. I couldn’t stay here.I swung my legs over the bed and stood.The hallway was dark. Empty. Quiet.I walked.I didn’t even think about it—my body just moved. Barefoot. The stone tiles were cold under my feet, grounding me in a way nothing else could.My mind was quiet but not peaceful. It was the kind of quiet that came after too much screaming. Like the silence after a bomb.I wandered.Like a ghost.Eventually, my steps slowed near his hallway. Luca’s.I didn’t know why I s

CHAPTER 75ADRIENThe gym smelled of sweat and blood.I walked in slowly, steps echoing through the vast, empty space. The simulation had already started. Five of our best were lined up, armored, focused. Adrien stood in the center. No armor. No hesitation. Just cold eyes and bloodless focus."Begin," Matteo called out.The second the word left his lips, Adrien moved like he wasn’t human. Like he didn’t feel pain. Like nothing mattered.The first man lunged. Adrien dodged with barely a twist of his waist, grabbed the guy’s arm, and twisted hard enough I heard the crack. He slammed the guy’s head into the mat, disarming him in one breath. The others didn’t pause—they came at once.But Adrien didn’t care. He was ruthless. Precise. Mechanical. Each movement was calculated. Efficient.He swept a leg, ducked a punch, elbowed someone so hard in the ribs the man collapsed gasping. One of the men tried to use a knife—not real, but enough to sting.Adrien disarmed him and shoved the blade to t

CHAPTER 77LUCA"I want eyes on Damian's convoy by tomorrow night. Every route, every decoy, every guard rotation. No mistakes."My voice echoed through the warehouse, sharp and cutting. A map of the Southern ports was spread across the table in front of me, red markers scattered like blood droplets. Matteo stood to my left, flipping through logistics files. Damon leaned back against a crate of rifles, arms crossed, his face unreadable."We already have a guy inside the Laurents security arm," Matteo said. "He can leak us the movements, but it comes at a price.""How much?" I asked."Fifty grand. Upfront.""Send it," I snapped. "No delay."Damon raised a brow. "He better be clean. One slip and we’re exposed."I met his eyes. "Then make sure he doesn’t slip."I wasn’t playing games anymore. Damian had crossed the line too many times. The girl trafficking op he tried to smuggle through Spain? That was enough for me to move without hesitation. Adrien had said he wanted to go. He wanted b

CHAPTER 79LUCA“Adrien collapsed,” Matteo said the moment he walked in, not even bothering to knock.I didn’t look up from the table. “And?”“He had a fever. He threw up. Nearly fell down the stairs.”My fingers continued to trace the edge of the blueprints spread across the table—Damian’s southern warehouse in Cartagena. The weak spot was the north gate. I circled it.“He didn’t want help,” Matteo added.“Then don’t give it to him.”“You’re serious?”I finally glanced up. “Matteo, unless Adrien is dying, it’s not my concern. I have bigger problems.”He stared at me like I was someone else. Maybe I was. Maybe I’d finally become the man this world needed me to be. “You know what he’s been through.”“Yeah,” I said coldly, “and so has every fucking soldier here. We don’t have time for weakness. Not now.”The silence between us stretched. He didn’t push again, which told me he understood I wasn’t budging. He turned and left without another word.I looked back down at the blueprints. Sout