All Chapters of Claimed by the Mafia King : Chapter 111 - Chapter 117

Alessia's POV I shot awake.My body jerked forward so violently that the seatbelt locked hard against my chest. A strangled gasp tore out of me before I could stop it. My hands flew to my sternum, searching for the knife, for the wound, for anything. Nothing. There was absolutely nothing.Just the pounding of my heart. The cool leather beneath my fingertips. The breath I couldn’t seem to catch.“Alessia!” Leo twisted halfway around in the passenger seat, his voice sharp. “What happened?”Julian’s head snapped toward me from the front, his brows drawn tight. Cleo jolted upright beside me, hair wild and eyes wide.“You okay?” she asked, tone uncharacteristically gentle. “You look like you just saw a ghost.”I swallowed hard, but my throat felt scraped raw. The dream still pressed against the inside of my skull, pulsing, replaying.It felt real. It felt so damn real. The woman's smile. Damiano’s burning chest and how I could tell he was alive without going close to him. My own hand sta

Alessia's POV I stood by his side and took his hand in mine.His fingers felt cold in mine.A sharp sound tore out of me—half gasp, half sob. My vision blurred as tears finally spilled over.“Cleo…” My voice cracked so hard it barely escaped. “Is he… is he going to be okay?”Cleo exhaled shakily, rubbing her palms together as if unsure what to do with them.“I don’t know,” she admitted quietly. “A lot of the Sanguis Ash got into his bloodstream. It spreads faster in his kind, whatever he is. I managed to stabilize him, but…”Her throat bobbed.“But I don’t know when he’ll wake up. Or if he will.”The words landed like stones in my chest.I tightened my grip on his hand, leaning over him, letting my tears fall freely onto the back of his knuckles.“Damiano…” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Please. Please wake up…”Behind me, no one made a sound.Even the machines seemed to hush themselves, as if waiting—hoping—for any sign of him.But he didn’t move.And that silence was the loudest

Alessia's POV When we finally broke free, our breaths came outside ragged.“Don’t you think you’re a little overdressed?” He muttered.“I could say the same of you,” I giggled, ridding his body of the hospital gown. I helped him pull my t-shirt and as soon as I pulled my trousers and flung them away, he pressed me against the wall. His lips captured my mouth, nibbling playfully at my lower lip before trailing down my jaw and to the dip of my neck. He peppered kisses down to my chest, pulling at my bra with his teeth, before ripping the clothing off me with a snag of his hand. My breath caught—in a good way, and I leaned into the warmth coming from his body. In a moment, my feet were off the floor, and he carried me back to the large bed, gently laying me on it. When our eyes met, his was burning with desire. My breath hitched, and my nerves burned with hunger. He leaned closer, his breath ghosting over my ears. “Are you sure you want this?”I pulled his head to meet his lips, my