All Chapters of Claimed By The Mafia Devil: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DANTE'S POVMy gaze dropped before I could stop it. Her dress had ridden up slightly, showing the smooth line of her thigh, the hint of pink lace underneath.I swore under my breath and looked away. My pulse kicked hard against my throat. I shouldn’t be here. Not like this.She shifted slightly, sighing in her sleep. The sound went straight through me.I set the small velvet box on her bedside table. My hand lingered for a moment before I pulled it back.“Wear it,” I whispered, even though she couldn’t hear me. “It’ll keep you safe.”I stood there for a while, watching her chest rise and fall. She looked too delicate for this world, too untouched by the darkness I lived in. But I knew better. Everyone had secrets. Everyone had a role to play.And if she was part of something I couldn’t see yet, I had to be ready.I took one last look and turned to leave, closing the door softly behind me.By the time I reached the hallway, my hands were shaking.I leaned against the wall and closed my

ISABELLA’S POVThe dining room felt heavier once Dante and my father had stepped out. Adrian followed them quietly, leaving me alone with my mother.For a long moment, we didn’t speak. I stared at the table, at the untouched dessert, at the polished silverware. The quiet felt suffocating.Finally, she spoke.“Tell me, Isabella,” her voice was calm but sharp, “how did it feel… watching him humiliate me at the restaurant that afternoon?”I froze. My head snapped up, eyes meeting hers. “Humiliate you? Mom, he didn’t humiliate you.”Her eyebrows shot up. “He didn’t?”I shook my head, trying to keep my voice steady. “No. That’s not what happened. He was defending me. From you. That’s what he did. No one in this house ever did.”She blinked slowly, as if processing what I had said. “Defending you?”“Yes,” I said firmly. “He didn’t raise his voice at you in a way that was cruel. He stopped you from embarrassing me and yourself. He defended me. That’s what he does. That’s who he is.”Her eyes

ISABELLA’S POVI didn’t expect him to say yes.And I definitely didn’t expect him to come with me.The whole night after leaving his office, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Dante Moretti, cold, distant, unreadable, had offered to go with me. He hadn’t even hesitated. Just said it like it was nothing. Like he hadn’t spent weeks avoiding me unless it was necessary.Part of me thought he was joking. The other part… wasn’t so sure.The orphanage had always been mine. My secret place. My peace. No bodyguards. No guns. No blood on the floor or whispers of loyalty and betrayal. Just laughter. Tiny hands that reached for mine. Small voices that called me Miss Ella.It had been that way since I was sixteen.I still remembered the day my grandfather asked what I wanted for my birthday. Everyone else had expected me to ask for diamonds or a car. My father even had a gift ready, something to make me “look the part” of a Russo.But I told my grandfather I wanted to help people. Children, mostly

DANTE’S POV The laughter hit me first. Soft. Unfiltered. Real. I hadn’t heard that sound in years. It didn’t belong in my world of contracts, bullets, and blood. But here, it filled the air like sunlight breaking through smoke. The gates opened, and the children came running. They were small, different ages, different faces, but all of them had that same light in their eyes when they saw her. Isabella. They ran straight to her like she was the center of their universe. “Miss Ella!” a little boy shouted, throwing himself into her arms. She laughed, crouching to hug him tightly. Two more girls clung to her skirt, giggling as she kissed the top of their heads. She looked different here, lighter, softer. Like this was where she belonged. And for the first time, I realized how little I actually knew about my wife. One of the kids noticed me standing by the doorway. His laughter faded a little. Then another followed his gaze, and within seconds, every small face turned towa

ISABELLA’S POVDante’s men searched every inch of the orphanage.The front gates. The fences. Even the little garden behind the classrooms where the children grew flowers. They searched everywhere, but found nothing. No strange cars, no footprints, no shadows hiding in the trees.Just silence.Still, I couldn’t shake the chill running down my spine.The black veil was gone, taken as evidence. The note too. But the image of those blood-red words stayed in my head. She’s next. I didn’t even need to see it myself to feel its weight.The children had been moved inside, huddled together in the main hall, whispering and holding hands. The smallest ones cried when the men with guns walked by. I tried to comfort them, but I could barely breathe.It was supposed to be a safe place. My place. The one corner of the world untouched by blood and power. And now even that had been ruined.When we finally left, the sun was setting behind the hills. Dante’s men stayed behind, standing guard around the