All Chapters of CLAIMED BY THE DON: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

SOFIA’S POV The taxi driver slammed on the brakes outside the emergency entrance and jumped out before I could even fumble for cash. He yanked the back door open, helped me scoop Renzo from my lap with both arms, and started running. He had seen the despair in my eyes when I called out to Renzo all through the drive here. He had watched a broken mother beg the universe to spare her son. I scrambled after him, my sandals slapping wet concrete, and my heart hammering so hard it drowned out the rain. "Help! Please, my boy isn't waking up!" His voice cracked as he burst through the glass doors, cradling Renzo against his chest like he weighed nothing.Nurses swarmed us almost immediately. Someone took Renzo from the driver, laid him on a gurney, and wheeled him away so fast the wheels squeaked. I tried to follow but a firm hand caught my elbow."Ma'am, you have to wait here. Let them work."I jerked free and lunged toward the swinging doors anyway. Another nurse blocked me, her palms

SOFIA’S POV My palms slapped the observation glass so hard it vibrated. Inside the room Renzo’s tiny body arched off the bed once, twice, his limbs jerked violently, and uncontrolled, while a nurse was already pushing medication into his IV. The chaos in the room sent me into a panic mood. I watched my baby lay there, barely breathing. “Open the door! Let me in—he’s my baby!” I screamed as I tried to go in. A nurse grabbed my wrist, her grip surprisingly strong. “Ma’am, please. You have to stay out here. We’re working on him.” I ripped my arm free and threw myself at the door handle again. Another nurse stepped in front, her palms up like she was calming a wild animal. “He’s seizing badly. We need the space. Please, you need to sit and catch your breath. We’ll come get you the moment it’s safe.” Safe. The word tasted like ash. I staggered backward until my back hit the cold wall and my legs gave out. I slid to the floor, knees drawn tight to my chest, rocking hard enough that my

ENZO’S POV I wiped the last of the tears from my face with the back of my hand and pushed off the wall. No more. The grief could wait. Right now only one thought burned through my veins like acid. Dante. I would find that bastard and I would make him bleed for every mark he had left on her body, every night he had kept her afraid, every breath he had stolen from my son.I straightened my jacket and started down the corridor. Matteo met me halfway, phone already in his hand."Where is he?" I asked.Matteo fell into step beside me. "My guy at Monaco General just called. Dante showed up there twenty minutes ago with four men. He tore through the emergency wing asking about a woman and a boy matching their descriptions. He missed us by less than an hour. They're still searching the floors."I clenched my jaw until it ached. "He knows she's gone. Find his exact location now."Matteo nodded once and turned away, already dialing.I stood alone in the sterile hallway, fists tight at my sides

ENZO’S POV The SUV cut through the dark coastal road while I sat rigid in the back seat. My mind kept circling back to the clinic. Elena had looked straight into my eyes and whispered, “Be safe, Enzo.” She had called me Enzo without hesitation, the old nickname sliding off her tongue like it still belonged there. For one brief moment the years had melted away and she had felt like my wife again. The kiss I pressed to her forehead still warmed my lips, carrying the echo of every quiet morning we once shared. Yet a heavy dread coiled tighter in my gut with every passing mile. Something was wrong, deeply wrong. The feeling pressed on my chest until my breathing hurt. Matteo gripped the wheel, his eyes fixed ahead. He had stayed in the car the entire time at the clinic, keeping the engine running, and being ready for trouble. “Boss,” he said quietly, breaking the silence. “It’s confirmed. Dante was never at the hospital himself, he sent his men instead. He stayed back at Monaco Genera

SOFIA’S POVI sat hunched in the hard plastic chair outside the ICU, my legs bouncing nonstop while my hands twisted together in my lap. The waiting area smelled of strong coffee and disinfectant, but none of it registered. My mind stayed locked on Lorenzo lying somewhere behind those double doors, pale and bleeding from too many bullet wounds. Renzo rested safely in the pediatric wing with nurses watching over him, yet I could not keep my thoughts from drifting back to the warehouse. The image of Lorenzo collapsing after taking those shots refused to leave me. I rocked forward and back, whispering frantic prayers under my breath. “Please let him live. Please keep him breathing. Do not take him from us now. Not after he came for me and Renzo. Please, God, preserve him. Make him okay.” My entire body trembled. My legs would not stay still. My fingers shook so badly I pressed them between my knees to hide it. I killed a man tonight. I killed Riccardo. The person I had called my husban