All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex’s Mafia Father in-law : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Chapter One Hundred Forty OneValerio’s POVThe candle flame barely moved. Three guns pointed in a perfect triangle. Me at the center.Isabella’s eyes glittered with triumph. Luciano’s were cold amusement. Mine were death.I kept my weapon trained on Isabella’s forehead.“You are both insane if you think I will let you anywhere near her.”Luciano shrugged. “We don’t need your permission. We only need you out of the way for a few hours. The video is insurance. Refuse, and by morning the entire world sees Elena come apart under you. Every moan. Every plea. Her family. Her friends. The press. All of them.”Isabella stepped closer, white dress brushing the dusty floor.“Or accept,” she said softly. “One night. You watch. You participate if you like. Then the files disappear forever. Elena never knows. Your empire stays untouched. Everyone wins.”My finger tightened on the trigger.“You will never touch her.”Luciano sighed. “We already have. In a way. Those cameras have been running for w

Chapter One Hundred Forty ThreeValerio’s POVThe alarms screamed through the mansion like a wounded animal. Red lights pulsed in the hallways. Outside, engines roared closer. Three, maybe four vehicles tore up the drive.There was no time.I yanked on black trousers and a shirt, not bothering with buttons. Elena was already dressing. Jeans, sweater, boots. Movements fast and precise despite the fear in her eyes.I grabbed the gun, an extra magazine, the knife from my boot. Then I took her hand.Back stairs. Garage. Now.We ran.The house shook as the first vehicle rammed the front gates. Metal screeched. Gunfire popped in the distance. My guards returned fire.We hit the garage. I threw her into the passenger seat of the armored SUV, slammed the door, and vaulted into the driver’s side.The engine roared to life.I reversed hard, tires spinning on snow, then punched the accelerator. The garage door was already opening. Remote trigger from my phone.We shot out into the white night.B

Chapter One Hundred Forty FiveValerio’s POVThe yacht cut through the open sea like a blade, engines thrumming deep and steady beneath us. No land in sight for hours now. Just endless blue water and sky bleeding into each other. The crew stayed topside or in their quarters. They knew better than to disturb the owner’s suite when the door was locked.Elena lay on her stomach across the bed, wrists still bound in the soft black leather cuffs, now clipped behind her back. The blindfold remained in place. Her ass glowed deep pink from the paddle, marked with my handprints. Legs spread wide, ankles tied to the bedposts with the midnight-blue rope, keeping her open and exposed.She trembled slightly, not from cold. The room was warm, sunlight pouring through the wraparound windows. She trembled from anticipation. From need.I stood at the foot of the bed, naked, cock throbbing hard again already. I had come twice inside her less than an hour ago, but watching her like this, helpless, dripp

Chapter One Hundred Forty Seven Valerio’s POVThe sun hung low over the horizon, painting the sea in molten gold and deep crimson. The yacht sailed steady, engines a low constant hum beneath the deck. Wind whipped warm and salty across the upper deck, open to the sky, no land in sight for hundreds of miles.I led Elena up the private stairs from the master suite. She wore only one of my white dress shirts, unbuttoned halfway, sleeves rolled to her elbows, hem brushing mid-thigh. Nothing underneath. Her hair was still damp from the shower, loose and wild from the wind. Bare feet on the warm teak deck.The top deck was ours alone. Crew under strict orders to stay below unless called. A wide cushioned sunbed waited amidships, piled with thick white pillows and a soft throw blanket. Low side rails kept it private from any distant view, though there was nothing but ocean around us.The sky burned orange and pink as the sun began its slow descent.I pulled her to me at the top of the stair

Chapter One Hundred Forty EightElena’s POVThe sun was almost gone when Valerio took my hand and led me up the private stairs to the top deck. The wind hit me first, warm and wild, tugging at the white shirt I wore, his shirt, the only thing covering me. It smelled like him, clean cotton and skin and that darker note that was only Valerio. The hem brushed the tops of my thighs with every step, threatening to lift higher.My body still hummed from everything below deck. Every muscle felt loose and used, skin tender in the most delicious places. I was sore in ways I had never been before, and I loved it. Loved the ache between my legs that reminded me how thoroughly he had taken me. Loved the faint sting on my ass from the paddle. Loved the way my nipples brushed the inside of the shirt and sent little sparks straight to my core.He stopped at the top of the stairs and pulled me against him. His mouth found mine instantly, hungry and deep, one hand sliding under the shirt to cup my bar