All Chapters of Claimed By The Mafia Devil: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

DANTE’S POVThe drive to the warehouse was silent.Fred was the one behind the wheel. The city lights blurred past the windows, mixing into the same restless glow. I barely noticed. My thoughts were somewhere else. Upstairs. Behind a closed door.Isabella’s words replayed in my head like a record I couldn’t stop.You’ve already decided who the enemy is.Maybe she was right.Maybe I didn’t care.When we reached the docks, the smell of salt and rust filled the air. The old warehouse stood at the end of the pier, the same one we used for council meetings. From the outside, it looked abandoned. Inside, it was anything but.The moment I stepped out of the car, the men guarding the entrance straightened. “Don,”they greeted, bowing slightly. Their voices carried respect, and fear. The kind that came from knowing what I was capable of.I nodded once and walked past them.The heavy doors opened into a wide room. Long wooden tables lined the center, and at the far end, the council sat waiting. T

ISABELLA'S POVI turned to leave when his voice stopped me.“Isabella.”Something in his tone made me turn back. He wasn’t smiling anymore.His eyes were darker, colder. “If I find out it was someone from your family who killed Angelo… what do you think I should do?”The question hit me like ice.For a moment, I couldn’t speak. I just stared at him, trying to understand if he was serious.But of course he was. Dante Moretti didn’t ask questions he didn’t mean.“My family?” I repeated slowly. “You think…”“I think someone’s feeding information to the people who did it,” he said, voice low. “And I think it might come from their side.”I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the box. “My family wouldn’t do that.”His gaze didn’t waver. “And if they did?”Silence stretched between us. The air in the room felt heavy.“If they did,” I said finally, my voice quiet but steady, “then I wouldn’t be able to tell you what to do. You’re the Don. And I’m just your possession. Nothing more.”

DANTE’S POVLuciano De Luca.The name alone was enough to make my blood boil with rage. I hated the man. I hated everything about him. Especially because he had tried to kill me before. As he crossed the room toward me, I felt the rage and violence claw its way up my throat, raw, violent, hungry. Every instinct I had screamed to end him right there, in front of the entire goddamn city.Because behind that smooth smile and glass of whiskey was the man whose name had come up too many times in whispers about my brother’s murder.Angelo.Even thinking about it hurt.Luciano stopped a few feet away, the golden lights glinting off the dark fabric of his suit. “Dante,” he drawled, voice smooth as ever. “It’s been a long time.”I forced a smirk. “Not long enough.”He chuckled, the sound scraping against my patience. “Still as charming as ever.”I didn’t answer. My jaw clenched so tightly my teeth ached. I could see it in his eyes, the taunt, the thrill he got from being this close to me.“Ho

DANTE’S POVWhen Isabella had held my hand at the gala, staking her claim without a single word, I couldn’t help but smirk.Clarissa was an old flame. A mistake from another lifetime. But the way Isabella’s fingers tightened around mine, the quiet possessiveness in her eyes, it stirred something dangerous in me. Something I hadn’t felt in a long time.She would deny it, of course. She always did.But I saw it. The jealousy. The fire. The unspoken truth that beneath all our hatred, something else was growing.And it terrified her.As much as it thrilled me.Because for every time she said she hated me, her eyes told me another story. And every man who looked at her tonight made me want to carve their eyes out with my bare hands.When we returned home and she stormed inside, heels striking the marble like gunfire, I followed. I didn’t even think about it—I just did.She could pretend she wasn’t jealous. But I’d seen the way her jaw clenched when Clarissa spoke. The way she held on to me

DANTE'S POV.I told myself I'd take control back but when I picked her up and placed her on the kitchen counter, all my control vanished. All I wanted to do was taste her. So I did. She tasted sweet, like nectar and I was instantly obsessed. My tongue rolled around her sensitive bud as I pinched the other nipple with my hands. And when she moaned, the sound went straight to my dick. I traced kisses, leaving hickeys all over her chest and stomach and then, I placed my nose between her legs and groaned. She smelled like home. When I looked up, her eyes met mine. She looked so beautiful, laying naked on the kitchen counter for me. For her husband. The woman that was supposed to marry my brother, now my wife. I couldn't help but smirk at the irony.My lips found hers in a soul shattering kiss. She rested against the counter with her arms. When I leaned back, I looked straight at her pussy and I couldn't help but use my finger to pack up her juices and I placed the finger in my mouth,