All Chapters of Claimed by My Brother’s Best Friend (A Mafia Romance): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

RICARDO“Boss…” My assistant’s voice broke through the silence the moment Damian left my office. He stepped closer, his brows drawn tight. “This game we want to play with Matteo… do you think it’s safe?”Safe.The word rattled inside me like a warning bell. My gaze shifted to the woman standing by the window, the faint light spilling across her face. Damn it I couldn’t tell the difference between her and Isabella. Same eyes. Same curve of the lips. If she had fooled me this easily, Matteo wouldn’t stand a chance.I knew it was a risk before the words left my mouth; the sound of them didn’t make them smaller. “I know it’s a risk.” My voice sat low in the room, the kind of low that carried better than force. The leather under my palms creaked as I shifted. “A dangerous one. But if I can’t tell her apart from Isabella, Matteo won’t either.” I kept my gaze on the woman across from me. The light hit the same way on her cheekbones, the same shadow at the curve of her mouth. The resemblance

VINCENTRain smelled like a promise but never quite arrived. I leaned my forehead against the cool metal of the balcony railing and let the city lights make soft, indifferent constellations below. Thinking about Isabella tightened something in my chest a slow, dangerous pressure that tasted like iron and old vows. I forced my jaw loose and counted the streetlamps until the numbers blurred. It calmed nothing.A black sedan eased to the curb. Matteo’s car. My pulse hitching at the sight felt ridiculous I’d told him I’d call when it was time. He didn’t wait. He stepped out with someone tucked under his arm like a secret he wanted to show off.Isabella.My breath snagged, the world tilting. She shouldn’t be there. She shouldn’t be anywhere near them. I scrubbed my palm over my face and tried to picture the sister I remembered: wide-eyed at Christmas, stubborn over homework, who cried at stupid films. The thought of her in Damian’s orbit made my hands go cold.Then I heard the voice befo

DAMIANThe crack of the gunshot still rang in my skull. My breath came hard, ragged. Pain seared across my shoulder, hot and sharp, even though the bullet hadn’t gone through. The vest caught it but barely. My nurse’s hands worked quickly, pulling fabric aside, peeling back the vest. I clenched my jaw, refusing to flinch as she pressed gauze to the burn.I knew that shot. The precision, the angle. It wasn’t random. Whoever had pulled the trigger had studied me, trained with me. My gut twisted, dragging one name out of the shadows.Vincent.But Vincent was dead. I had buried him myself.Richard’s voice cracked through the haze like a blade scraping glass.“Boss should we send men back to Paris?”I raised a hand before the words finished spilling out of his mouth. The nurse tugged at the last shard of metal, the sting white-hot, but my eyes stayed fixed on Richard. Cold, narrow.“Not yet.” My voice was steady, though fire burned in my veins. “First, check if Vincent is alive. And if he’

MATTEO“I’m in Paris,” she said, her voice smooth, careless like she hadn’t disappeared off the face of the earth years ago. “Can we meet?”Paris. My jaw locked so tight my teeth ached. Flora Greco. Of all the cities, all the streets, she had chosen mine. And the Grecos never moved without a reason. Their reasons were never clean.My pulse quickened, a steady drum against my ribs, but my tone stayed even. “Why are you in Paris?”For a beat, silence stretched between us, thin as glass.“Is that how you greet an old friend you haven’t seen in years?” she asked, her laugh faint but laced with something sharp.Friend. The word was ash on my tongue. If she stood in front of me, I would have gladly pressed a gun to her forehead and pulled the trigger once, twice, until she stopped pretending to be something she wasn’t. Who the fuck did she think she was, calling me that?Did she forget? Her father killed mine. His betrayal twisted my brother into the monster who made Isabella his pet. And n

ISABELLA Since the day Damian found out I was pregnant, something shifted. He didn’t yell. He didn’t cage me tighter. Instead, he pulled back almost as if the truth burned him. He gave me space, too much space, and in that space he placed Liliana. The very same Liliana he once swore I would never see again now walked freely through the halls of his estate, her presence a reminder that Damian’s rules bent only when it suited him. Still, I wasn’t free. His men trailed behind me like shadows, never close enough to suffocate, but always near enough to remind me there was no escape. Everything I asked for appeared without question. Meals, books, even Tracy Damian brought her back because I demanded it. And that should have comforted me, but instead, it unsettled me. It was like living inside a golden cage with every luxury at my fingertips, yet the bars pressed deeper into my skin with each passing day. But none of it mattered. Not the estate, not the obedience, not even Tracy’s ret