Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed by the Mafia King : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Alessia's POV "Clamp.""Got it," A nurse said, slapping it into my hand without hesitation."Pressure’s dropping," the anesthesiologist warned."Not for long," I muttered. I found the tear and sealed it. Blood slowed. "Bleeding’s under control.""Vitals stabilizing," someone confirmed."You’re clear to close, Dr. Bianchi," the resident said, their voice steadier now than when we had started.I worked on the stitching, trying to be as careful as always."Last stitch—" I looped the thread and tied it off. "—Done.""Nice work, doctor," someone murmured.I stepped back and peeled off my gloves. My fingers ached."Let’s move him to post-op," I said, already heading for the door.Outside, the hall felt colder and quieter. But the kid was alive. That was the only thing that mattered.He had been brought in early in the morning. Reports had it that he had been constantly abused by his parents. A bunch of sickos."Dr. Bianchi!" A familiar voice called out, pulling me out of my thoughts.Speak

Alessia's POV A wave of silence washed over us as the words left Luca's lips.Slowly, my lips curved into a smirk.Luca's eyes widened in shock. "I know that look, Donna! Don't you dare go in there! Don't you—argh!" Before he could complete his words, I kicked him in the shin and ran towards the bar.If Salvatore's third in command was here, then he could lead me to Salvatore—the devil himself. That would be like hitting a jackpot. And I—I wanted in on thatI pulled out a black shade and a black nose mask from my bag. Putting them on, I pushed through the bouncers. They already knew me, so they didn't bother stopping me.The club wasn't packed—not like usual. I guess not everyone was as bold as me.I looked around, searching for Salvatore's man. It was hard to tell who he would be since everyone was putting on black and black. But then, a figure caught my eye. Not just one, but two.They were seated at the far end of the VIP lounge, with masks covering the lower part of their faces.

Alessia's POVWhat do I do? What if he finds me? What if he kills me? Or worse, kills us?So many thoughts ran through my head as I paced in the kitchen. It's been a day, and I still couldn't get what happened that night out of my head.I didn't think someone like him would be Salvatore's third in command. I mean, if he was, then how powerful would Salvatore be? And I kicked his...sh*t...I should've just listened to Luca and left when I had the chance. I—"When you're done sweeping the floor with your feet, maybe you can try doing it with a vacuum cleaner too," Alessandro said, pulling me out of my thoughts. "I heard they work wonders."I rolled my eyes as I headed to set the dining table. Alessandro was my twin brother and a pain in the a**. Sometimes, I wonder what life would've been without having a pest clinging to me all the time."Ouch!" He winced as he grabbed one of the pancakes I had made. "What are these...made in hell?"I couldn't help but chuckle. "Maybe that'll teach you

Alessia's POV I waited for it. I waited for his arms to hit me hard. But nothing happened.When I looked up, our eyes met. He had no expression on his face. I looked from his arm, to him and back—confused. Then, he raised his arm. "This was on your hair," He muttered. I leaned forward, squinting my eyes. There was a thread in his hand. Sh*t! I thought he was about to hit me because he found out who I was."Oh... Thank you... I just thought—""—That I was trying to make out with you in the hallway?" I was stunned. "Wait! What? Ewww... Gross?"Like I would ever want to get involved with someone like him. I mean, I knew he was handsome and all, but come on, he was one of the devil's hands. Getting involved with him would be suicide.He arched his brow. "Excuse me?"I snickered. "No offense, Mr. Valentino. But you're not my type."What the hell? The words left my lips before I could stop them. But, since the beans had been spilled, I couldn't go back on that."Oh, is that so?" He mut

Alessia's POV I let out a sigh as I walked into the apartment. I didn't do anything. I just dropped onto the couch. Today, my emotions and feelings have been tested. It made me so exhausted. "Do you also need someone to take off your shoes?" He said, his voice a little bit weak.To turned to Alessandro, stunned that he was home. I didn't think he would come back. He always stayed out for a few days after a fight.He tossed his jacket onto the armrest as he sat opposite me on the couch, the tension between us still lingering but softening slightly."I didn’t think you’d come back," I said, my voice low, picking up the conversation again."Of course, I would. You think I’d leave my sister alone with all this going on?" he muttered, looking around the apartment like it had changed in the hours since he'd left.My lips curved into a small smile. "Does that mean you have forgiven me?" I asked, guilt tugging at my heart."Well, that's still something I'm debating. And you know me, I love