All Chapters of CLAIMED BY THE DON: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

SOFIA’S POV “Mummy!” Renzo called out immediately when he saw me. I rushed forward, dropping to my knees beside the chair and pulling him gently into my arms. “I am right here, baby. Right here.” My son looked small against the pillows, his dark curls were messy, his eyes were heavy but curious. Tubes trailed from his arm, but color had returned to his cheeks. He buried his face in my neck, his small hands clutching my shirt. I stroked his back in slow circles, breathing him in, feeling the steady beat of his heart against mine. For the first time in years, the fear that had lived in my bones began to loosen its grip.Renzo lifted his head and stared past me. His gaze locked on Lorenzo, who sat in the wheelchair a few feet away, bandages visible under his hospital gown. It was then the resemblance hit me like a physical blow. Renzo’s stubborn chin, the shape of his eyes, the way his brows drew together when he concentrated—every feature mirrored Lorenzo so perfectly it stole my br

ENZO’S POVI crossed my legs in the dim basement room, the single bulb swinging lazily overhead as I swirled the whiskey in my glass. The truck driver sat tied to a metal chair, his face already swollen from the earlier beating, while his partner slumped unconscious in the corner, blood dripping from a fresh cut above his eye. These were the same bastards who had helped Dante five years ago. I had hunted them down again after new information surfaced, and this time I would not stop until every lie unraveled.The driver licked his cracked lips and finally broke. "Dante came to me weeks before the crash. He offered big money to stage an accident. Not just any crash. He wanted it to look real enough to fool everyone, especially you."I took a slow sip, the burn sliding down my throat while my fingers tightened around the glass. "Keep talking."He shifted, chains rattling. "He rammed his own car into mine on purpose at that intersection. We had it timed perfectly. Dante knew you would rus

ENZO’S POV I stared down at her, breath ragged, as that soft, throaty laugh slipped past her lips and wrapped around my dick like a velvet fist. Elena. My Elena. The woman I’d lost to hell had clawed her way back to me—eyes blazing with raw, feral hunger, body arching up off the bed like she was starving for my touch. No one else would have whispered those exact filthy words about the loaded gun and the knife. The truth slammed into me with brutal force: savage joy mixed with a fresh wave of murderous rage. That means she was remembering things clearly. Despite how beautiful and cheerful she looked while laughing, I could still see the pain in her eyes, the pain that bastard Dante caused her. He was already rotting in hell, but the others—the bastards who had passed my wife around like a disposable toy, who had bruised her skin and shattered her trust—they still drew breath. I would hunt every last one of them down, drag them screaming into the dark, and make them beg for death lon

ENZO’S POV I stood on the balcony overlooking the living room with a fresh cup of coffee in my hand. Elena laughed downstairs as Mrs. Maria showed her how to arrange fresh flowers in the vase, the older woman’s voice warm and familiar after I had called her back last night after Elena drifted to sleep. Renzo darted between them, giggling loudly while Matteo kept him entertained with silly faces. Everything looked perfect. My wife had her memories returning piece by piece, our son bonded with both of us, and the house finally felt alive again. Yet the news Matteo had delivered earlier still burned in my gut like acid. I could not let it go.Last night I had called Matteo and ordered him to track down every associate and friend linked to Dante. I did not care whether they had directly touched her or simply stood by. Anyone who had breathed the same air as that bastard and stayed silent while he stole my family deserved to die. Matteo, efficient as always, had moved fast. He delivered

ENZO’S POV “She is not here,” Maria had said quickly as soon as I had walked into the house. “She told me she needed time alone and headed to the beach. She left her phone behind. I tried to stop her but she insisted.” Panic had exploded in my chest. Elena had only just begun remembering fragments of her memories. The idea of her wandering off alone, especially after everything that had happened, sent me spinning. Hearing that, I did not wait for more details. I had quickly turned and ran back outside, as I wished that she was safe. I had jumped into the car like a mad man with Matteo already behind the wheel and barked the direction to the beach.The drive here felt endless. Every second stretched while worst-case scenarios played through my mind. What if the memories had overwhelmed her? What if she had slipped away again? When we got here I didn’t wait for a second long as I gripped the door handle until my knuckles turned white. I leaped out quickly, my breath coming in short as