All Chapters of CLAIMED BY THE DON: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ELENA’S POV “There will be consequences for your disobedience.” Enzo’s voice sliced through the air, low and final, like a judge passing sentence. He stood over the bodies sprawled across the asphalt with his gun still smoking in his hand, blood pooling dark, and thick under the harsh afternoon sun. His eyes locked on mine—black, endless, furious in a way I’d never seen directed at me before. My knees buckled but I caught myself against the van as my palms scraped the rough metal. The punch to my face still throbbed, my split lip still tasted like copper, but the pain felt distant compared to the terror clawing up in my throat. Those men had stormed into pediatrics as they grabbed my arm mid-sentence while I charted a little boy’s fever, and dragged me through the corridor full of people. I’d thought at first they were Enzo’s men coming to haul me home like a misbehaving child but when the first fist landed on me I realized they weren’t his. His men would never touch me like that.

ENZO’S POV I slammed the door behind me as I stood in the hallway with my chest heaving like I had just run ten miles. The echo bounced off the walls, sharp and accusing. For a second I leaned my forehead against the cool wood as I listened to the muffled sobs coming from inside the room. Fuck. What the hell had I just done? I walked away fast as my boots thudded on the marble stairs. Each step took me farther from her cries but they followed anyway as it clawed at the back of my skull like an unforgettable nightmare. I made it halfway down the corridor before I stopped dead. Her voice cracked through the door again this time in a broken whimper that punched straight through my ribs. I turned back as I stared at the closed door like it was the enemy. My fist clenched from anger, I was angry at myself for being careless, angry at her for being careless with her life, and angry Giovanni from trying to take what belongs to me. I punched the wall hard as the plaster cracked. Pain e

ENZO’S POV I drove back to the city with my foot heavy on the accelerator as the engine roared so loud matching the storm inside my head. The picture and message burned behind my eyes as it felt like a fresh stab to old wounds. Rage pulsed through my veins, hot and unrelenting as the feeling of being a failure screamed in my mind. Someone had claimed the exterior of my building, breached the private gardens on the mid-level terraces, and stood outside her window long enough to take those shots. Alarms should have screamed, the guards should have swarmed, I should have known that she was in danger. But instead this someone knew the blind spots of my own house. This was the doing of someone who wanted me to know they could get that close. The garage doors lifted as I approached, and I screeched to a stop in my reserved spot. Matteo waited by the private elevator with his arms crossed and his face carved like stone. “Talk to me,” I snapped, striding toward him without breaking pace.

ENZO’S POV I slammed the door behind me and stormed through the front door as my boot echoed like gunshots against the marble floor. Fury boiled in my veins, hot and unrelenting. I had lost my cool with Elena and snapped at her like some animal, and now guilt twisted inside me sharper than any blade. Worse, this pull toward her gnawed at me, chipping away at the love I clung to for Isabella. I hated it. Hated how her tears made me want to hold her, how her vulnerability cracked my walls. I fished out my keys from my pocket as the cool air flashed my face. My car roared to life as I jammed the key into the ignition. Tires screeched on the driveway gravel, and I peeled out onto the road, accelerating hard. Streetlights blurred into streaks as I pushed the speedometer higher, the engine’s growl matched the rage in my chest. Why did she have to poke into that room? Why did I have to feel this way? Isabella’s memory deserved better than my divided heart. I drove without direction at fi

ENZO’S POV Sunlight stabbed through the half-open curtains and yanked me out of sleep, my head splitting with a hangover that felt like someone took a sledgehammer to my skull. I groaned low as I pressed the heel of my hand against my forehead, and took a second to figure out where the hell I was. The sheets smelled like her, soft and sweet, the walls carried that pale shade of the room I gave her nights ago. Elena’s room. Of course. I crashed here last night. I rolled over carefully not wanting to make the pounding worse, and found her still out cold beside me. Her hair fanned wild across the pillow, her lips slightly parted as she breathed slow and even. Morning light caught on her skin, making her look softer than usual, almost fragile. I stared longer than I should have as my chest tightened for no damn reason. A stray strand stuck to her cheek, so I reached over and tucked it gently behind her ear, letting my fingers brush her jaw. Then my thumb grazed her bottom lip, tracing