All Chapters of Claimed by the Mafia Boss: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I hold her close, feeling content and at peace. I know that I will never let anything happen to her. She is my everything.I awoke before sunrise, as I often do, and carefully extracted myself from Molly's embrace so as not to disturb her sleep. After shrugging on my robe, I headed to the expansive kitchen to prepare breakfast for my wife. I fired up the stove and gathered ingredients for homemade pancakes, bacon, and eggs. Cooking always relaxed me, and I enjoyed making meals for Molly whenever I had the time. As I whisked the pancake batter, I thought back to our honeymoon the week prior, and how it had been so rudely interrupted. I’m going to make it up to Molly. Take her somewhere spectacular and short of WW3 breaking out, I’m not leaving until I show her the time of her life. Once the food was ready, I arranged it artfully on a tray along with orange juice and a vase with a red rose. As I prepare to carry it to our bedroom, my cell phone rings.“Shit.” I set down the tray and h

I sit silently on the balcony overlooking the city, nursing my coffee as I reflect on the events of last night. Having Molly's friend Alexandra over for dinner was an interesting experience, to say the least. I didn't hesitate when Molly asked if I could make myself scarce while she had her friend over for some girl time. You see, my real objective was to observe Alexandra through our security surveillance system wired into our place, to try and ascertain if she was who I suspected her to be – a deep undercover fed looking to take me down over my association with the men who killed her father.As I watched them chatting and laughing over wine, reminiscing about old times and old flames, I studied Alexandra closely. She seemed relaxed at first, but anytime Molly mentioned me, I noticed Alexandra tense up ever so slightly, forcing a polite smile but saying little. Interesting. They spoke of the tragedy that befell Alexandra's father; a cop killed in the line of duty by one of my men. A

Declan phoned that he’d be out later than expected and would I mind handling supper for us. I was only too happy to take some of the burden off his day. He’s been rather stressed of late and he’s doing his level best to hide it from me. But I have all the confidence in the world in Declan and know he’ll get his business issues under control.So, once I got home, I set to work in the kitchen. I'd smothered roasted chicken in succulent garlic and herbs, seared juicy asparagus, and mashed potatoes so creamy they melted in your mouth. The table was set with a lovely burgundy tablecloth and lit softly with flickering candles. I propped a bottle of his favorite Bordeaux next to his chair so it would have time to breathe.When Declan walked in with his suit rumpled, his tie undone, and the pent-up fury etched across his face, my heart sank. I couldn't begrudge him for bringing his work home. He was a man who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. But I wanted to give him a repriev

The sunlight filters through the canopy of trees, casting dappled shadows on the park bench where Alexandra and I sit, our lunch spread between us. It's one of those rare days when the breeze carries just a hint of summer's promise, but the weight of my news seems to shift the air around us, making it heavy with unspoken words."You're what?" Alexandra's voice breaks through the calm, her face contorting in disbelief. "Jesus, Molly. Marrying him was one thing, but you let yourself get knocked up?"I shift uncomfortably on the bench, trying to maintain my composure under her piercing gaze. "I don't think you refer to it as knocked up if you're married to the father," I reply, my tone edged with a hint of defensiveness.Alexandra's expression morphs from shock to livid disbelief. "You've only been married for three months, to a mafia boss, mind you. It didn't occur to you to wait before bringing an innocent child into his violent world?" Her head drops into her hands as if she can't bea

As I'm about to succumb to sleep myself, a buzzing noise jars me awake. Squinting in the dim light, I see Molly's phone light up on her nightstand. An unknown number flashes across the screen. She stirs, groggy and disoriented."Who the hell?" she mutters as she picks up the phone and swipes to answer. "Hello," she says, her voice thick with sleep. "Yes." Suddenly, she's sitting bolt upright in bed, fully awake. "What? Oh my god, is she all right?"I sit up next to her, my heart hammering in my chest. "Babe, what is it?" I ask urgently."What hospital?" Molly asks into the phone. My mind races—could it be her mom?"Presbyterian, okay, I got it; I'm on my way." She leaps out of bed and dashes for the bathroom.I'm fast on her heels. "Molly, what's going on? Talk to me.""It's Lexi," she cries out between sobs. "She was attacked in her apartment. Drew just got in from a late flight and found her place wrecked and Lexi on the floor unconscious. She hasn't come to yet." Her voice breaks a