All Chapters of Claimed by the Italian Mafia King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

TESSA My body ached. My legs felt like giving up after standing for straight twelve hours. You would think the night shift at a hospital would be easier because most patients would be asleep and all you'd have to do is to monitor their vital signs and check in on them once in a while throughout the night. But today was far from a normal nightshift. Having emergency accident patients brought in an hour before the end of your shift with just two doctors on call put the workload on the nurses. I was more than ready to be done with this shift. I let out a sigh of relief as the cool night breeze hit me as I stepped out of the huge hospital glass doors, the scent of antiseptic still clinging to my scrubs. My body ached badly and at that moment, all I could imagine was the comfort of my bed. Not the one here in Italy, but the one back home in London. It had only been two months since I moved here to work after nursing school and I was still trying to adjust to life here in a tota

TESSA “Looking for this?” My palms immediately felt sweaty. My legs threatening to give up against my weight. The shock overshadowing every sense of reason. Those eyes, as unique and captivating as they were, terrified me. The thought of how someone can take a life and still act alright was horrific. But with the way he looked at me and held my missing ID in his hands, everything instantly made sense. He knew I was the one there last night. I must have mistakenly dropped it when trying to escape and the worst part is that he has found me. I dreaded what was to come. I'd witnessed something I shouldn't have. And now he's here to silence me too. What about my life? No no this wasn't meant to happen. I tried to look away but his gaze held mine, drowning me in those orbs. It felt like the whole world was on pause. It felt like an eternity whereas it was barely a minute. “Mr. Vitale, I wasn't expecting you today,” a voice said, breaking the atmosphere between us. It was th

TESSA I was drawn into the embrace of a peaceful slumber, or so I thought. It felt like I was back home, surrounded by my family, making breakfast as usual beside my mum while she yelled at Ella to stay off her phone for at least a minute and take Snow, our dog outside before he messed up the hallway again. Every worry was gone. Every anxiety and fear that surrounded me in the span of two days was forgotten and for once, it all felt relaxing. I felt safe and at peace. But how foolish I was to dwell on the falsehood of this dream. The sound of breaking glass jolted me up. My eyes flew open and I sat up immediately, taking in the living room but before I could catch-on to what was happening, the door burst open slamming against the wall and three men in black stormed in. “No no,” I screamed, trying to run towards the room. But one of them was faster. His rough hands grabbed me by the waist, jerking me backwards. I kicked and thrashed in his hold as I tried to break free, all th

TESSA I tried to get up, but the throbbing in my head made it almost impossible. My eyes were heavy, my legs weak like jelly. Still, I pushed myself up. I pulled the covers off and squinted at the morning light coming through the windows. I coughed to clear my throat as I stood up, trying to get my balance. I stared at the door, zoning out, until the loud thud of my heartbeat brought me back. A hollow and frightened feeling settled in my chest. I shut my eyes for a second, trying to take a deep breath. But it was shallow, more as if I was gasping. Their disgusting words came rushing back. The slimy look on their faces made my skin crawl. And then the loud gunshots. Not once, not twice but three times. My eyes shot open as the images of their lifeless bodies resurfaced. I tried to control my breathing. I'd seen some patients die in the hospital, but never have I ever seen anyone get killed, get shot. I didn't know which was worse. I desperately wanted their hands off me. I wan

TESSA What?! My breath hitched as I held the documents in my hands, not believing what I just read. I was caged between him and the walls behind me. His body barely inches away from mine. I tilted my head up to be able to look at him, my mind drawing blank at our close proximity. His hair fell over his forehead, beads of sweat forming around his temple. His breathing was calm and steady, not heightened like this was a normal occurrence. Whipping up contracts like this? That's crazy! What kind of man does that? Like handing someone a contract that claimed their life was just business as usual. I tried to even out my own breath, but the heat from his body made it nearly impossible. It wrapped around me like a second skin, suffocating and intimate. His eyes held mine, his face stone hard. His beards were well trimmed, his jawline sharp and perfectly sculpted. So dangerous and breathtaking all at the same time. But completely insane! He was definitely insane. Who did he think he