All Chapters of Claimed by My Brother’s Best Friend (A Mafia Romance): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ISABELLA The moment Richard opened the door, the VIP lounge fell into eerie silence. Laughter cut short. Conversations died mid-sentence. Every gaze turned to me wide-eyed, greedy, stunned. And I was naked. Collared. On display. My skin prickled under their eyes those hot, blistering stares dragging across every inch of exposed flesh like live wires. I could feel them. Smell them. The hunger. It curled around me like smoke, thick and suffocating, sweetened by the scent of cologne and money. One man shifted, jaw tight, fingers twitching at his thigh. Another let his lips part, tongue pressing briefly to the roof of his mouth like he could already taste me. They weren’t old creeps. No these were men of power. Suits tailored within an inch of their lives, cufflinks glinting like knives. Predators in polished leather shoes. They didn’t just want me. They craved me. I should’ve shriveled beneath that spotlight of lust. I should’ve curled inward, ashamed, furious. But instead

ISABELLA The sounds were wet obscene. Slurping. Moaning. Groaning. Valentina knelt between Damian’s legs like she belonged there. Like it was her throne. Her tongue moved with practiced skill, each motion rewarded with a low grunt from deep in his throat. His hand tightened in her hair, guiding her like a puppet, his head tipped back in raw pleasure. And I was still there. Still watching. Jealousy wasn’t just a feeling it was a wildfire tearing through my veins. It clawed up my throat like bile, thick and acid-hot, choking me as I watched the man I once loved fall apart in another woman’s mouth. His head tipped back, jaw clenched, chest rising with each groan of pleasure. And I just stood there. Stripped. Shaking. Shattered. My fists curled at my sides until my nails bit into skin. I wanted to scream. To claw her away from him. To disappear into nothingness. But my legs wouldn’t move. My voice was buried under the weight of my humiliation. His moans echoed in the

ISABELLA "Don’t I get to know at least a hint of where he’s taking me?” I asked Tracy again, my voice tight as I adjusted the dress one last time in front of the mirror. The golden fabric clung to my curves like a second skin, hugging my waist and hips with unapologetic boldness. I knew I looked good hell, I looked dangerous but the shimmering beauty of the dress couldn’t distract me from the cold metal of the collar brushing my skin. The dragon insignia gleamed faintly under the light. It marked me. Claimed me. I hated it… yet, some twisted part of me felt anchored by it. Tracy’s reflection appeared behind mine in the mirror. “Come on, Isa, we need to go before boss does something crazy,” she said, already pulling me by the arm. The hallway blurred past as she dragged me toward the car park. My heels clicked against the polished floor, but my heart pounded louder than my steps. And then I saw him. Damian stood beside the black bulletproof car like he owned the night, dress

DAMIAN Two fucking days. That’s how long he’s been tied to that rusted metal chair, wrists swollen from the cuffs, blood crusted on his face like war paint. He hasn’t said a single word. Not his name. Not even a damn groan. Just breathing heavy, shallow and stinking of sweat and blood. The kind of stink that settles in your nose and stays. Diego stood beside him, breathing hard, his shirt damp with effort. He dropped the blood-slicked whip onto the table littered with tools. Knives. Pliers. A blowtorch. All used. All red. “I don’t think he’s gonna talk,” Diego muttered, wiping his hands on a dirty towel. “He’s ready to die like this. Won’t give up the name. Not even under this.” The guy’s head lolled forward, blood dripping from his busted lip. His chest rose and fell slowly. Still breathing. Still silent. Stubborn fuck. I stepped back, running a hand through my hair, jaw tight with frustration. Just then, the door creaked open and Richard walked in, holding a file. I l

ISABELLA This has to be a dream. A wild, reckless, impossible dream. Damian cold, cruel Damian just kissed me. Softly. Gently. As if I mattered. Before I could even process it, he lifted me off my feet like I weighed nothing and carried me into the bathroom. The bathtub was already filled with warm water, steam rising around us like a veil. He didn’t say a word as he lowered me in, his eyes never leaving mine. The heat soaked into my skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire already stirring deep inside me. My body tensed as he stepped in after me, fully clothed well, almost. The water lapped around us, and then he started undressing me, slowly, carefully. Every brush of his fingers against my skin was electric, making me tremble. I should have pushed him away. I should have screamed. But all I did was gasp. He peeled away the last piece of fabric, and I was bare beneath his gaze. I didn’t want to look at him, but I did and I froze. He was half-naked. His boxers clung l