All Chapters of CLAIMED BY THE DON: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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The Devil’s Masquerade

ENZO’S POV I stood in front of the mirror and hated how good I looked. Black tuxedo cut close to the body, midnight silk lapels catching the low light. The white shirt stretched across my chest, crisp enough to slice skin. Platinum cufflinks glinted like bullets. I dragged the bow tie into a perfect knot, smoothed a hand over my hair still damp from the shower, and let the corner of my mouth curl. Beautiful. The word didn’t belong to men, but tonight I wore it like armor. Matteo adjusted the holster beneath my jacket—thin ceramic blade, no metal to trip detectors. “Everything’s set, Capo. The target arrives at 9:30, and is expected to be on stage by 11:30. The rooftop team will be in place by 8:30, we will have a clean exit through the service tunnel.” “Good.” I rolled my shoulders. The bandages pulled, stitches itching under the fabric, but pain was an old friend. “When all is over head back with the rest of the crew. Me and Elena will stay back till morning.” Matteo’s eyes fli

The Devil Owns Her

ELENA’S POV The elevator walls closed in like a coffin lined with gold. Enzo’s fingers were still on me—two calloused tips circling my clit with slow, merciless precision. The toy he’d forced inside me pulsed faintly, a silent threat, but it was his touch that set my blood on fire. My thighs trembled so hard I locked my knees to stay upright. Six strangers stood around us, masked and oblivious, sipping champagne and laughing at nothing. If I made a single loud sound, every head would turn. I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted copper. His lips brushed the shell of my ear again, breath scalding. “Why are you so wet, baby girl?” The words detonated inside me. A moan clawed up my throat—raw, desperate. I felt my spine arch, felt my hips jerk forward into his hand like my body had forgotten how to obey. He knew. Of course he knew why I was so wet. His fingers stilled instantly, denying me the pressure I needed, and slid away just as the elevator dinged. Doors parted. Cool air

Sex On A Bloody Night

ENZO’S POV I knew exactly what I was doing to her. The toy buzzed inside Elena on a cruel, pulsing rhythm—slow drag, sharp spike, slow drag again. Every vibration traveled straight through her body and into mine. She sat beside me in the VIP box, spine rigid, thighs clamped so tight the muscles quivered under that sinful dress. Her hands kept fluttering to her mouth, pressing hard, swallowing the moans I’d planted there. I watched it all. The way her pupils swallowed the green of her eyes. The way her chest heaved like she couldn’t get enough air. The way her hips rolled a fraction, chasing friction she’d never admit to wanting. On stage, the emcee’s voice cracked. “Senator Valentino should be joining us any moment of the keynote—” I smirked. Senator Valentino wouldn’t be joining us ever again in this lifetime. Valentino was bleeding out on marble two floors up, my dagger still warm in his carotid. One more traitor was off the black-list. One more debt paid in blood for Isabella,

Ride the Devil’s Throne

ELENA’S POV Two orgasms had ripped through me like hurricanes, leaving every muscle screaming, sweat slicking my skin in a glossy sheen. Before I could suck in another breath, he hauled me up by the ribbon, yanking my bound wrists like reins until I straddled him again. My thighs shook so violently I nearly crumpled, knees buckling, but his iron grip on my hips held me upright. “You don’t get to tap out, baby girl. Come ride daddy’s cock.” My heart stuttered, a frantic drum against my ribs. Was I tired? Fuck yes—my legs were jelly, my pussy swollen and sore, throbbing from the brutal pounding he’d already given me. But those black eyes—predatory, insatiable—told me this wasn’t the end. It was barely the appetizer. For him, I’d burn myself to cinders. For the way he owned every inch of me, body and soul, I’d beg for the flames. He shifted back against the headboard, legs splayed wide, his cock jutting up like a goddamn weapon—thick, veined, glistening with our mixed juices, still r

Smokey Lies

ENZO’S POV The phone vibrated against the polished mahogany nightstand at exactly 5:47 a.m., the low, insistent hum cutting through the fragile veil of sleep like a switchblade. I sat up abruptly, the heavy duvet pooling around my waist. I snatched the phone with one hand, thumb swiping to answer as my other reached for the pack of cigarettes on the dresser. Matteo’s name glowed accusingly on the screen.Beside me, Elena shifted in the tangled sheets, her bare leg sliding over mine with a warmth that still carried the heat of last night’s frenzy. A soft, breathy murmur escaped her parted lips, something incoherent and sweet, but she didn’t wake. Thank fuck. She needed the sleep. “Speak,” I growled into the receiver, my voice gravel-rough from the chain of smokes I’d gone through post-orgasm. “Capo, it’s absolute chaos down here,” Matteo rushed out, his words tumbling over each other in that wired way he got when adrenaline spiked. “Valentino’s body was discovered about an hour ago

Shadows Of His Past

ELENA’S POV Enzo paused at the door, his broad frame silhouetted against the hallway light, one hand gripping the frame like he needed it to steady himself. His dark eyes locked onto mine, surprise flickering across his chiseled features before he masked it with that infuriating calm. “Work?” he repeated, the word dropping like a challenge. I swallowed hard, forcing my voice steady despite the flush creeping up my neck. “Yeah, work. We talked about it, remember? I’m starting tomorrow at the hospital.” He tilted his head, stepping back into the room, the door clicking shut behind him. His shirt hung open, revealing his chest. He crossed his arms, muscles flexing, but his expression stayed neutral—too neutral. “I don’t recall the details being set in stone.”My heart stuttered, irritation sparking hot in my chest. I stood up walking towards him, wincing with every step. “Not set in stone? Enzo, it was a full conversation.” He closed the distance in two strides, his hand shooting

Ghosts in Monaco

ENZO’S POV The iPad propped on the polished mahogany conference table captured every detail of Elena’s face—her eyes narrowing in that fiery mix of irritation and reluctant obedience I couldn’t get enough of. The feed streamed live from the penthouse camera, high-res and unblinking, letting me watch her from halfway across the Mediterranean. She stood in the foyer, ponytail pulled tight, blouse hugging her curves, leggings clinging to thighs I’d bruised just hours ago. “Let your hair down, now,” I commanded, my voice rumbling through the speaker, low and unyielding. Her head snapped up toward the lens hidden in the corner, cheeks blooming red as she realized I saw everything. She hesitated a beat, lips parting in silent protest, then reached back and tugged the elastic free. Auburn waves tumbled down her back, wild and untamed, brushing her shoulders like silk flames. Fuck, it hit me every time. With Isabella, I’d insisted on it pinned up—elegant, exposed neck for my teeth, control

White Walls and Venom

ELENA’S POV I snapped the last piece of tape over Mr. Rossi’s IV line and I forced a smile. “All set. Try not to move that arm too much, okay?” He grunted thanks, already reaching for the TV remote. I stepped back, rolled my shoulders, and felt the familiar ache settle between my shoulder blades. Eight hours into my first shift back and every muscle remembered why I loved this job—and why I’d been terrified to return. Matteo stood exactly twelve feet away, his back against the wall beside the vending machines, arms crossed, eyes scanning the corridor like a sniper. Black suit, no tie, the top button undone just enough to show the edge of a tattoo. Nurses slowed their steps when they passed him, some pretended to check charts; others didn’t bother pretending. I caught the whispers every time I turned a corner. “Oh my fucking days, she now has a bodyguard?” “She disappears for weeks and comes back with a gorgeous man as her protector? What does she take us for? Killers that would t

The Call That Tore Me Apart

ENZO’S POV The Montague’s Villa clung to the cliff like a memory that refused to die. Inside, the living room glowed amber from the old brass lamps, and the air carried rosemary, red wine, and the faint sweetness of the fig tart Mrs. Montague had pulled from the oven an hour ago. Every surface held Isabella: framed photos on the piano, her university diploma above the fireplace, the little porcelain dancer she’d bought in Portofino at seventeen still spinning on the mantel when the breeze moved the curtains. I sat on the edge of the leather sofa, elbows on my knees, fingers laced so tight the knuckles had gone white. Mr. Montague was telling the story about the summer Isabella decided she wanted to learn to drive the Vespa and nearly took out the entire lemon grove. Mrs. Montague laughed until tears sparkled, then dabbed them away with the corner of her apron. Their laughter was beautiful and unbearable. I couldn’t breathe in that room anymore. I stood abruptly. “Scusatemi. I nee

Salt and Accusations

ELENA’S POV I sat on the bottom step of the Lungomare promenade, knees hugged to my chest, bare feet buried in the cold, damp sand that still held the day’s heat in tiny pockets. The wind came in sharp gusts off the bay, carrying diesel from the road above and the sour smell of rotting seaweed. My shoes lay abandoned beside me like shed skin. I didn’t have the energy to put them back on. I didn’t have the energy for anything except letting the tears fall. The beach had always been my church. When I was twelve and my father had tried to force himself and his friends on me, I came here. When my mother made a deal with an older man to marry me, I came here. When Matteo betrayed me and sold me off to the Mafia, I dreamed of this beach. Tonight it was supposed to wash everything away again: the nurses screaming whore, the slap that never landed, the word Signora echoing in the corridor like a brand. It wasn’t working. Matteo stood twenty metres back under the orange streetlight, a bla

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