All Chapters of Claimed by the Mafia Boss: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

GraysonTo take our mind off waiting for the test results, I take Abigail down to the shooting range in the basement of the house. I told her that it’s very important to me that she knows how to defend herself. I don’t plan to leave her side, but we need to be prepared for any event. The way she handled the gun while we were at the crash site had me worried, so I thought we’d get in some practice.I was only a little annoyed to discover that Abigail did indeed know how to handle a gun and had only been playing the helpless damsel in distress. After watching her shoot, I believed she definitely knew what she was doing, but while the bullets landed close to the bullseye, there was room to tighten up her aim.She stood to the side as I took aim and fired off three shots, all dead center in the bullseye.“Damn, Gray, very impressive,” she’d said and tapped my shoulder. “Show me how to do that.”I placed the gun in her hands, stood behind her, wrapped my arms around her placing my hands ov

GraysonWhen my dad’s face disappears, I breathe an audible sigh of relief and turn to Abigail. “Well, that went better than expected. I hope we’ll be able to say the same for the talk with Luther.”She makes no reply, her eyes are fixed upon the surface of the desk as if she’s a million miles away. After that discussion with my dad, there’s honestly no telling which direction her thoughts have taken her.“Abby, honey,” I say, trying to catch her eye. “Talk to me. What are you thinking?"Her eyes snap to me. “Why are you here?”I’m taken aback at her question, but despite her words, the tone is one of pure anguish.I place my hand upon hers and give it a squeeze. “Where else would I be?”“You heard your dad, the Winchesters are coming for me. I’m as good as dead and they won’t stop at me. They’ll come for you and your family!” She squeezes her eyes shut. “Maybe your dad’s right, Gray. I don’t want to take you down with me.”A surge of anger mixed with pain shoots through me. “Stop it,

AbigailI remain seated at the desk, still reverberating from the exchange with my father – well the man pretending to be my father for the past 27 years. A part of me needs to believe that he acted out of love for an infant left to his care. But my experience with the man tells me, there definitely had to be other factors involved to compel him to do all he did for me.The true answer I suspect, is more nuanced, more shades of gray as opposed to being black and white. As to whether I can trust him or not, he has one advantage, at least he wants me alive, and has gone through great efforts for years to ensure that. But he’d find a way to cut Grayson out of my life, and I won’t stand for that.On the other hand, I felt a distinct kernel of truth in his warnings about Senator Paul Bennett. It was written all over the senator’s face – he thinks I’m nothing but trouble and the last thing he wants is to fall out of favor with the Winchesters by protecting me when I have a snowball's chance

AbigailThat was freaking incredible, truly transcendent. I don’t know what it is about Grayson and this highly charged chemistry between us, but I’ve never experienced such a powerful connection with anyone. It’s the synchronicity of mind, body and spirit, where two become one, existing as one organism giving and receiving pleasure in equal measure. All the while sealing and reinforcing the magnetic bond between us. It was almost enough to make me forget about all the dangers lurking outside our door. Like even if a gunman had busted in on us, I would’ve died a happy and extremely well-pleased woman.I smirk at the thought as I step into a fresh pair of panties and a matching bra. Grayson is in the bathroom, a towel wrapped low around his waist as he stands over the sink, shaving off the two-day growth. Our meeting with the investigative journalists starts in thirty minutes and we are both eager to get my story out to the public.Going to the authorities won’t help much. What would w

AbigailWe’ve been driving non-stop for about two and a half hours on I-85 North and we’re just crossing the Virginia state line. The sun is setting to the West and the stunning beauty of the orange and yellow menagerie of vibrant color could easily lull us into a false sense of security. But Grayson is determined that we remain vigilant, not knowing where the attack could come from.I was floored by the story he told me about Brooke and the Obsidian row team. I wasn’t shocked by what they did to her, sadly that’s typical behavior for that lot, but rather I was enthralled by Grayson’s response to it. Some guys would’ve been so angry at Brooke that they might have turned a blind eye to what happened. Some, out of fear, would have walked away. But Grayson…he tried to save her. Tried to get the evidence on her attackers to make them answer for their crimes. Even when it flew in the face of all it meant to be part of the Obsidian Order. Even at the cost of earning his father's disapproval