All Chapters of Claimed by My Brother’s Best Friend (A Mafia Romance): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ISABELLAHe came closer, the heavy silence between us thick enough to choke on. The soft glow of the chandelier flickered above, casting shadows across my bare skin as I stood in front of the full-length mirror naked. Vulnerable. Exposed. My reflection looked like a stranger.Damian’s voice slid into my ear like a razor wrapped in silk."You should’ve stayed a good girl, princess. You shouldn’t have followed your friend."Tears welled in my eyes, blurring the image of the broken girl staring back at me. She had my face, my body, but none of my strength.I barely registered the moment his hand slid around me. But I felt it his fingers trailing lower, claiming territory that no longer felt like mine. One finger pushed into me, and my lips parted on a shaky moan.He yanked my hair back, forcing my gaze to hold the mirror’s reflection."You don’t moan. You don’t scream. You don’t move unless I tell you to. Do you understand?" His voice was low, dangerous. "If you disobey me, your friend d

DAMIAN “Come on, Dami. Don’t let that bastard ruin your big day. Pretend he doesn’t exist,” Matthew muttered under his breath, leaning closer so only I could hear. I didn’t answer. My gaze was fixed on Wylie. He wasn’t far. Just in front of me. Wylie. His posture screamed arrogance, but his tux cheap and crumpled betrayed him. He looked like a man trying too hard to be someone he’d never be. His gaze drifted casually over the crowd, then locked on Isabella. That smug little curl of his lips was the final straw. My jaw tightened until my teeth ached. The stem of my wine glass groaned in my grip. I pictured it for a second just a second launching the glass across the room, watching it shatter against that pathetic excuse of a face. But I didn’t. Violence wasn’t necessary. Not yet. I met his eyes instead. I didn’t blink. Didn’t speak. Just gave him the kind of look that made weaker men forget how to breathe. That made traitors remember their place. My kind of look co

DAMIANMatteo leaned over, close enough for me to catch the faint scent of smoke lingering in his hair. His eyes flicked across the screen, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “So… what now, brother?”I grabbed the pack of cigarettes from his hand, the paper crinkling beneath my fingers. Lighting one, I exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl like a ribbon across the dim light of the room. The show had begun.“When are you meeting him?” Matteo asked, eyes sharp, unblinking.I glanced at him. Matteo could be reckless, impulsive even, but tonight our goals aligned catching Ricardo.“Don’t tell me you don’t trust me, brother,” he said, a flicker of seriousness in his gaze that made the usual playfulness fade.I let a small smirk form. “Yes… I don’t.”He raised an eyebrow, leaning back, studying me. “Come on. We’re talking about Isa here. You know I won’t hurt her. Let your guard down. Right now, I just want to find that motherfucker who wants to kill my Isa and destroy him.”A

DAMIANI stepped closer until my shadow swallowed him whole, close enough for him to see the certainty burning in my eyes the kind of certainty that never bluffed.“Then try me.”His lips twitched, but the smirk didn’t mask the flicker of fear that crossed his face. He was unsure hesitant. And yet, as if to cover the weakness, a burst of laughter rolled out of him, echoing off the concrete walls.“You won’t do it, Damian,” he sneered between chuckles. “You love Isabella too much. You’d never leave her on this earth alone. You’ll never act that way.”I held his gaze, steady and unflinching. Deep down, he knew the truth. He knew I was capable of pressing this button and ending him. What he didn’t know was if he’d survive long enough to regret testing me.“You should know something about me,” I said, my voice sharp as steel. “When I say I’ll do a thing, I do it.”I raised the device higher, my thumb hovering over the trigger. Gasps rippled through his men. Panic spread across their faces

ISABELLAThe first thing I felt when I woke was warmth. Damian’s warmth. He lay beside me, chest rising and falling in that steady rhythm that shouldn’t have looked so… perfect. My gaze lingered on him longer than I cared to admit. His lashes rested against his cheeks, his lips parted slightly. Damn it how could someone look so dangerously hot even in sleep?The memory of last night’s kiss tugged at me. My lips tingled as though he’d branded me, a strange ache curling in my chest. I wanted God, I hated that I wanted him to kiss me like that again.“Get a grip, Isa,” I muttered under my breath, shaking my head at myself. But instead of listening, my fingers betrayed me. They slid into his hair. Silky strands slipped through them, softer than I expected. For a moment, I let myself drown in the simple feel of him.“Done admiring me?”My heart slammed against my ribs. His voice low, teasing, awake. My gaze shot up, and sure enough, his eyes were open, watching me. That smirk tugged at the