All Chapters of Claimed By The Ruthless Enzo : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

{Enzo POV}My gaze lingered on Naomi for a while, the look of shock laced across her face, and when our eyes met, she looked away.Mateo hesitated, his eyes flicking between me and Naomi, but I didn’t look at either of them again. I kept my gaze fixed on the papers in front of me, my pen moving across the lines as if nothing had just slipped out of my mouth.“Hmm, Enzo,” Naomi stammered, her voice so low it almost sounded like she was whispering to herself. She looked at Mateo, then at the tray, before stepping forward to pick it up from the table.I lifted my head at her, the sudden coldness in her eyes making me scoff. I signaled for Mateo to leave the study and he stood up from the chair and walked to the door. Once he was gone, I leaned back against my chair, folding one arm across my chest while the other toyed with the pen. My eyes stayed locked on her.“You can move around the Vitale mansion,” I said flatly. My voice cut through the silence, making her stop with the tray halfwa

{Naomi POV}Enzo was inside the room, sitting on the bed. In his hand was a book, which I assumed he had picked up from the shelf.I walked in slowly, my hands starting to get clammy. I gulped down the unease in my throat as my mind raced. The way he had stared at me not long ago left me unsure of what to expect.“How’s the bonding with Brian’s bodyguard?” he muttered, his voice low and firm. Almost as if he was holding himself back from bursting out in anger.I didn’t reply. I didn’t know what to say. I just stared at him. He dropped the book on the bed and looked straight at me.“I let you walk around this mansion, and already you’re talking to people whose intentions you don’t know?”My eyes flickered away from his when our gazes met. “It’s not exactly what you think, and bonding isn’t the right word either.”He narrowed his eyes and stood up from the bed, his hand brushing against his pants. “It seems you’ve forgotten why you’re here, Naomi. How about I remind you again?”I swallo

{Naomi POV}My heart raced as I lay on the bed, thinking about what to do. If Chloe wasn't at work, that could only mean Enzo must’ve done something to her.“This is all my fault,” I mumbled, feeling the ache in my heart deepen. “If I had listened to her that day, all this wouldn’t have happened. I was so desperate to save my mom that I didn’t think of all this.”I stood up from the bed and grabbed my phone, which had been off for a while. I turned it on and dialed Chloe’s number. It rang, but she didn’t pick. After trying for the fifth time, panic rose in me. I rushed out of the room, running down the hallway in fear. If Enzo had done something bad to Chloe, I didn’t think I’d ever forgive him, or myself.When I reached Enzo’s study, I was about to push open the door when someone spoke behind me. I turned to see Mateo standing there like a bodyguard. I hated to think Enzo had asked him to watch me, but right now, I had bigger things to worry about.“Mrs. Vitale, you’re not allowed in

{Naomi POV} The city blurred past as the car sped down the highway. I sighed softly, resting my head against the window. I had been this way since we left the Vitale mansion, clinging to the door while avoiding Enzo’s direction. The speed of the car slowed as the driver made a turn. I looked out the window to see where we were heading, bracing myself for the next hateful stare, but instead, I froze in shock. My breath hitched when I saw the hospital building, my mother’s hospital. Mateo parked the car and stepped out to open the door for me. I straightened up in my seat, my heart racing, confusion burning through me as I slowly stepped out. “Wait here,” Enzo said to Mateo before turning toward me. His voice was calm but sharp. “You have just two hours to spend with your mother.” I blinked, too stunned to move. My lips parted, but no words came out. It almost didn’t feel real. Was this some kind of dream? Enzo’s sudden change in behavior made me doubt everything. But real or n

{Enzo POV}I looked away from her gaze. The innocence in her eyes was too tempting, too dangerous. It made something inside me stir—something I didn’t want to feel. It made me want to reflect on every thought I’d had of her since that night she stood naked in front of me.The urge to fuck the innocence out of her until she became as cold and heartless as I was ran through my mind as I leaned closer. Her soft, ragged breath fanned across my face, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe myself.“Now, get into the car,” I whispered, my lips close to her ear. Then I pulled away and walked over to the car, slipping inside and settling into the back seat.I rested my back against the plush leather, my eyes fixed on her through the tinted window. She stood there, frozen, her chest rising and falling as if she’d just run a marathon. I didn’t know what was going through her head, and yet, I wanted to crawl into her thoughts and be the only thing that lived there. I wanted her to think of not