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

I took a deep breath as I stood to deliver the opening statement, my hands trembling ever so slightly. Get it together, Molly, I told myself. You've practiced this a hundred times. But as I faced the jury and began speaking, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. The weight of someone's stare pressed down on me, raising the hairs on the back of my neck. My eyes involuntarily flickered to the defense table, searching for the source. And that's when I saw him. Piercing blue eyes bored into me, undressing me as I addressed the jury. I faltered for a split second, momentarily losing my train of thought. Who was this man with dirty blond hair and chiseled features? His penetrating gaze unnerved me, even as it sent a shiver of excitement down my spine.I forced myself to look away, to focus on the task at hand. But I could still feel his eyes on me, that intense stare I imagined could see right through me. My cheeks grew warm, and I knew I was blushing furiously. Get it together, T

“What’s that?” Dad asks, peering over my shoulder at the phone screen. "Well, what do you know! He's certainly not too hard on the eyes, huh, sweetie?"I sink back into my chair as my parents’ eyes remain trained on me. The Declan Shaughnessy wants to have dinner with me? It's almost too much to process.Mom squeezes my hand again. "So? What do you think, Molly?"I take a deep breath. "I think ... that I need to find something nice to wear."Dad whoops triumphantly and pulls me into a bear hug. As I return his embrace, my mind is spinning. I can't believe this is happening. “Okay, calm down you two,” I say as I tap at the computer. “He was in the courtroom today sitting on the defense side. I need to check this guy out before I sit down to dinner with him.” I pull up a few articles on him and begin skimming the documents as my parents look on. After a few minutes I say, “On the surface, he appears squeaky clean - the respectable owner of a successful private security firm and import/

“You’d sacrifice yourself for the sake of your family.”I chuckle and throw up my hands. “I’m here tonight, aren’t I?”His expression darkens. “You have the money with no strings attached. In fact,” he gestures at the door. “You’re free to leave if you’d like.”A sense of panic rises in me. I’ve offended him. Doesn’t he know there is nowhere else in the world I’d rather be at this very moment?“I was promised a meal,” I reply cavalierly.“I can have it wrapped up and send you on your way.”My smile falls. “Is that what you want?” “Is that what you want?” he retorts, his expression inscrutable.I look away, unable to maintain his gaze as I confess, “No, it’s not.”“Then stop pretending you’re only here to save your family.” He gently touches my chin, urging me to look at him. “Admit you’re here for no other reason than you want to be here … with me.”I sigh inwardly and close my eyes. “Yes, I’m here, wanting to be …” I open my eyes and let them fix resolutely upon his, “with you.”His

I awake to the soft sound of Molly's breathing beside me. Rolling over, I see her sleeping peacefully, blonde hair splayed across the pillow. The sheets are tangled around her bare skin and memories of last night come flooding back. It was incredible. Better than I could have ever imagined. The way she responded to my touch, the sounds of supreme pleasure she made, her brazen passion - it exceeded even my wildest fantasies. She was insatiable, matching my hunger and desire. I've never felt so in sync with another person.I prop myself up on one elbow, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest as she sleeps. She looks angelically beautiful and content. She could be my salvation. And the way she clung to me, like being in my arms was her haven, I know I could be hers. I ache to pull her into my arms again but don't want to disturb her rest.A pang of regret pierces through me. What will Molly do when she learns the truth about who I am? Where will her loyalties lie when she discov

The moment the judge calls recess, I'm on my feet. I grab my purse, mumbling some excuse to Grant as I hurry from the courtroom. My heels click rapidly across the tiled floor as I weave through the crowds, my heart racing. When I feel the vibration of Declan's text, I nearly knock over an elderly woman in my haste to get to the stairwell. Taking the steps two at a time, I burst through the back exit into the alley. There, idling by the curb is a sleek black limousine. Before I can react, the door swings open and Declan steps out, looking criminally handsome in his tailored suit. "Hey babe," he says, flashing that grin that makes my knees weak. I don't hesitate, racing across the pavement and flinging myself into his arms. Strong and steady, they wrap around me like a shield, enveloping me in his warmth and irresistible scent. Our mouths crash together desperately, weeks of yearning spilling over even though we were together a few hours ago. I want to slap myself for acting like a