บททั้งหมดของ Claimed by the Italian Mafia King: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

LEONARDO These past twelve days have been the most painfully slow and insufferable days of my life. I couldn't believe how empty and easily fucking agitated I felt as a result of her absence and now this lying bastard kneeling in front of me was getting on my last fucking nerve.I lit the cigarette in my hand, taking a long drag before puffing out the smoke.“You of all people should know better how this will end. But…” I took a long drag. “I'm feeling a bit generous today,” I said, letting the smoke swirl through my lips as I spoke.Two more fucking days and my woman will be right back in my arms, exactly where she belongs. “So I'm going to let you choose your death.”I managed to rise to my feet, using my walking stick as support while ignoring the dull ache that shot up through my spine.That bastard, Enzo. He fucking thought he could escape us after hoarding our shipments without being accountable but now, here he was, tied up to the floor like a cunt and pleading like a fuckin

TESSA The knife slipped from my fingers for the fifth time, clattering against the chopping board. I glanced towards the closed study door for what felt like the hundredth time since dad and Leonardo disappeared behind it. I picked up the knife again, trying to concentrate on slicing up the vegetables but they ended up falling once more. “Honey, you're going to lose a finger at this rate,” mum said, gently taking the knife from me and handing it to Ella to carry on with the task. I let out a shaky breath. My nerves were getting the best of me and I couldn't hold still anymore. It's been close to an hour since they've both been in there having a ‘talk’ after they all saw me hugging him outside. This wasn't how I wanted to introduce him to my family but certain things were out of my control and now I was literally about to pull my hair out, trying to imagine what they would both be talking about for this long. I should knock, right? Perhaps cause some sort of distraction,

TESSA The soft morning light spilled in through the window, casting a warm golden glow on the side of Leonardo's face. His eyelids were shut, his breathing evened out but even in his sleep, his arms wrapped protectively around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest. I couldn't help myself from tracing the slightly overgrown stubble on his chin, letting my fingers wander across his face. He looked effortlessly flawless and breathtaking, like perfection in human form. My hands moved lower to his bare chest, trailing the center of his chest till they came to rest above his heart once again. I slowly shut my eyes, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart on my palms. My chest squeezed painfully as the vulnerability I saw in his eyes last night resurfaced in my memory. I could never imagine what he had to go through as a child no matter how hard I tried. Being born into this type of life that already took the fun out of his childhood before he could even experience it was

TESSA My lips parted, but before I could fully wrap my head around what she'd just said, a knock sounded on the door, snapping me back to reality. We both turned towards the door, just as it eased open. “Morning, sweetheart,” mum said with a warm smile as she stepped in. “I was wondering if you were awake yet.” “Um, yeah…,” I muttered absentmindedly, my thoughts still tangled in Ella's words from moments ago. I didn't deny it, because deep down, every part of me already knew. I got up from the bed to give her a hug and a kiss on her cheek. “Good morning, mum.” She smiled, brushing a loose strand of hair that fell from my messy bun away from my face. “Oh, and there you are,” she turned to face Ella. “I've been looking everywhere for you. The workers are about to start taking the luggage down to the car,” Mum continued. “Go check your room one last time to be sure you're not forgetting anything before we leave, okay?” “Oh, alright,” Ella said, rising to her feet. She leaned

LEONARDO “What the fuck is so urgent that it couldn't wait until tomorrow?” I seethed, striding through the massive warehouse doors without slowing. My shoes echoed against the concrete floor as Matteo fell into step beside me. “Don,” Enrico, the dock supervisor and motherfucker that interrupted my moment with my woman earlier, hurried up to me. This better be fucking important or else… “You need to see this, Don,” he said, leading the way into the back office. He held the door open and I stepped in, the sharp smell of gunpowder and raw cocaine hitting me instantly. I scanned the room where the smuggled drugs were stored before being distributed down to the clubs and all I was met with were empty wooden crates. “What the fuck is this? Where are the fucking shipments?” “Today's shipment never made it into storage—” “I can fucking see that! What's delaying it?” I barked, my patience hanging by a goddamn thread with each passing second I stood here without knowing where the fu