All Chapters of His Baby My Burden: The Mafia Rider's Claim: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

She stood like a storm trying not to break frozen, trembling, as if the ground beneath her belonged to someone else. But I knew. I knew that all it would take was a single breath, a single touch, and she’d fall apart in my hands again.So I watched.Watched her come undone without me needing to move a muscle. She was already halfway ruined just from the weight of my gaze.Then I reached out and tilted her chin up, dragging her into the center of my gravity.“Do you want that too? Do you want me to fuck you knowing the man your father chose for you is not so far away, dolcezza?”Her response wasn’t spoken but it was loud. Her hands fisted into the front of my shirt, like she needed something to anchor her to reality. I felt her hesitation die the moment she turned around. Quiet. Shaking. Her breath stuttering like a confession. Her silence was the loudest surrender I’d ever heard.I let my palm glide up the length of her spine, a ghost of a touch that still scorched through her clothes

She walked away that night like nothing had happened. As if the taste of her wasn’t still on my tongue, as if my cum wasn’t dripping down the insides of her thighs, soaking the curve between her legs. As if her back hadn’t arched like a bow against that tree, her fingers clawing into bark as I drove myself so deep into her, she forgot her own name and moaned mine like a confession. Her steps were composed, her shoulders squared, and yet I knew better. I knew the tremble in her limbs, the way her chest had heaved beneath my palm. I knew her. Body and soul. And she walked away like she didn’t still belong to me. But I remembered. I remembered everything. Every ragged breath, every broken sob muffled by my hand, every clench of her muscles as she tried and failed not to come. Her body moved for me, with me. It pulsed like an echo to mine. When I closed my eyes, I still felt the heat of her against my hips, the way she melted when I whispered, "Six feet away." And now she thinks she’ll

The compound was still smoking from the heat of our last meeting, but I wasn’t done. Not even close. Rage didn’t sleep, and neither did I. I couldn’t. Not while she was out there, trapped in silk and delusion, preparing to bind herself to a man who didn’t deserve the dirt beneath her heels. A man who wore his father's name like a crown and carried his sins in a polished smile.If Emanuele Rossi thought he could take her from me, he was fucking wrong.Because I wasn’t just showing up to ruin a wedding I was preparing for a goddamn war that might break the moment I stepped into their territory. Too bad, I'm taking that war in the streets where I do best.I stormed into the basement, slamming the metal door so hard the hinges screamed. The lights flickered overhead, casting a yellow hue over the walls lined with steel and firepower. My boots echoed across the concrete floor, heavy with purpose, soaked in fury. I moved like a man possessed because I was. Possessed by her scent, by the sou

We didn’t just ride into hell, we stalked it first.The estate was a sprawling lie stretched over acres of manicured deceit. Golden gates loomed at the front, iron wrought like a crown of arrogance. But I knew better than to go through the front. A place like this wasn’t built without cracks. Weakness. And I’d memorized every one of them.At the break of dawn, we killed the engines a mile away from the property, hidden by thick woods and the sharp curve of a hillside. Fog rolled low across the grass, curling like smoke between the trees, shrouding us in shadow. Perfect.We moved on foot first, splitting into units like phantoms through the trees. I led point, Crow at my flank, Enzo covering rear. Each man was silence incarnate. No unnecessary movements, no wasted breath. We slipped between branches and over fences like wolves on a hunt, boots silent against the soil. I’d studied the blueprints of the estate like scripture. I knew the shift changes, the dead zones in camera coverage, t

The wind was sharp against my face as we ripped down the country road, the thunder of Matteo’s bike vibrating through my bones. My arms were locked tightly around his waist, my cheek pressed to the leather of his jacket, heart still galloping from the chaos we’d left behind. It should’ve felt terrifying, riding into the unknown with the echoes of gasps and gunfire in our wake. But it didn’t. It felt like freedom.The sun was bleeding into the horizon, streaks of orange and violet painting the sky as we wove through winding roads and stretches of open fields. Behind us, the rest of the crew followed like black hounds in formation. Enzo had Sofia, and I could see her tiny form nestled into him, arms wrapped around his chest, her dark curls fluttering in the breeze. She was safe. For now.Matteo’s grip on the handlebars was firm, controlled, like he was part of the machine itself. Every movement he made was calculated, he leaned just enough into the curves, accelerated in bursts, always