All Chapters of Claimed by the Mafia King : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Alessia's POV I was shocked. Why the heck did Damiano just do that? I was hoping we would head somewhere and not bother the rest of them.Shit!Once an asshole, always an asshole.Without arguing, they all left. Cleo gave me an apologetic look, the twins seemed neutral, while Leo glared at me.It brought back the video I saw of him and my brother. And then that day in the car. "So, what is it?" Damiano asked after they left. I stared at him, my heart pounding. Family came first. Family had to come first. So he would always choose his family over me, so why shouldn't I?Without warning, I took a few steps towards him, reached for his collar, pulled him close, and kissed him.Damiano grabbed my arms as he broke free. He looked shocked."What the... Wh—why did you do that?" He asked, eyes searching mine."After I was taken away, I couldn't take my mind off of you. The thought of never seeing you again made my heart bleed. That was when I realized that..."Forcing those words out of my

ALESSIA’S POVI followed Damiano through the quiet hall, my heart hammering in my chest. Every step echoed in the stillness, every shadow in the mansion seeming to watch us as we moved. Well, nights at the mansion were always like this. Damiano’s hand was warm around mine, his grip firm but not forceful. Still, I couldn’t shake the tight knot forming in my stomach.We stopped in front of his room—the same room where we had crossed so many boundaries, where his lips and hands had traced my body. The same room where I had told myself I could keep pretending this was just part of my plan.“Damiano,” I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “What are we doing here?”He glanced at me, and that faint, unreadable smile touched his lips. “You’ll see.”He pushed the door open and gestured for me to enter first. I hesitated only a second before stepping inside. The room smelled like him—dark cologne, whiskey, and faint smoke. The curtains were drawn, the moonlight barely slicing through

Alessia’s POVXavier’s eyes lit up with triumph. He reached for the necklace, but I pulled my hand back before he could touch it.“First, you tell me something,” I said, my voice steady despite the adrenaline pumping through my veins. “What’s the relationship between the Valentinos and the Morettis?”Xavier’s brow arched. “What?”“This necklace,” I continued, glaring at him. “You told me it was stolen from the Morettis. But I found out it belonged to Damiano’s mother. So tell me, Xavier—why did you lie?”For a second, silence stretched between us. Then he laughed—slow, mocking, venomous.“Oh, Alessia,” he said, shaking his head. “You really aren’t as clever as I thought.”My stomach dropped.“If you suspected me,” he said, his grin widening, “you shouldn’t have come here… alone.”Before I could react, movement flickered in the shadows.Men. At least a dozen of them emerged from the darkness, surrounding me. Armed. Waiting.“Drop the act,” I hissed, taking a step back. “And where’s my

Alessia's POV“Damiano…” I whispered, terrified. “Please, don’t—”But it was too late.He inhaled sharply, his chest rising once—then his head snapped up, and the air around us shifted like a storm breaking free. The walls trembled. The light flickered.Then he roared.It wasn’t human. It wasn’t an animal either. It was something far older, far stronger. The kind of sound that made the world itself bow in fear.The men who had just arrived—every last one of them—froze mid-step. Their bodies began to shake violently. I watched in horror as their skin blistered, eyes widening in silent agony before their flesh began to disintegrate—crumbling into ash that dissolved into the air.One by one—they were gone.And then… silence.Only the crackle of fire and the soft, uneven sound of my breathing filled the room.Damiano swayed in my arms, his red eyes flickering like dying embers. Then, slowly, they dimmed—returning to silver, then closing altogether.“No, no, no, no…” I whispered, panic gri

Alessia's POV I've always known I was short-tempered and bold, but yelling at people who turned out to be freaks from a fantasy story wasn't very smart. They all turned to me, eyes widened in shock. Then they turned to each other. It was like they were communicating with their eyes. That made my heart skip a beat. This looked like a scene from a thriller. I in a house I didn't know where it was, surrounding by beings who could bite my flesh out and drink my blood. If they wanted to get rid of me it would be pretty easy. Besides, it seemed like I just signed my death sentence. I had to do something. And only one thing came to mind."I'm... I'm sorry I yelled at you, but that was the only way I could make you all stop talking so I could think."Yeah, I went ahead with apologizing. It was either that or I was going to be their next meal.If Roman drank blood, does that mean Cleo ate human flesh? To think I actually complimented a beast in a gown. That's creepy."Listen," I said, my