บททั้งหมดของ CLAIMED BY THE DON: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

ENZO’S POV The hospital discharge felt more like an escape than a release. Elena sat in the wheelchair only because the nurse insisted; the second we cleared the automatic doors she stood on her own, slow but stubborn, one hand braced on my forearm. I didn’t argue. I just kept my arm looped around her waist, steadying her without making it obvious she still needed steadying.Matteo had the Range Rover idling at the curb, its rear door already open. I lifted her in carefully—too careful, and she settled against the leather with a small exhale that sounded too much like relief. I slid in beside her, pulled the door shut, and the world outside went quiet.Mamma Rosa appeared at the window before Matteo could pull away. She leaned in and cupped Elena’s cheek through the open glass. “Make sure you rest, bambina. Promise me you will eat, sleep and call me every day?” Elena covered Mamma Rosa’s hand with her own. “Every day. I promise.”Papa stood a step back, his arms folded, as his eye

ENZO’S POV Morning light poured through the floor-to-ceiling glass and painted the villa in soft gold. I stood at the kitchen island pouring coffee while Elena sat at the dining table with her knees drawn up and her arms wrapped around them. She wore one of my linen shirts again, sleeves rolled to her elbows, collar slipping off one shoulder. The fabric still carried the faint scent of her shower gel from last night. She looked small against the oversized chair, she looked smaller than she had yesterday. She hadn’t spoken much since we woke up. When I kissed her temple and asked if she slept okay she gave me a quick nod and a tighter smile than usual. Every small sound made her flinch, the clink of the spoon against the mug, the hum of the espresso machine, even the distant crash of waves below the cliff. Each time her shoulders jumped and her eyes darted toward the terrace doors before she caught herself and forced them back to her plate. I set the coffee in front of her. She than

ENZO’S POV The elevator doors slid shut with a soft hiss and the villa disappeared behind polished steel. I punched the button for the garage level and leaned my forehead against the cold metal while the car dropped. My pulse hammered in my ears louder than the machinery around me. Elena’s face kept flashing behind my eyelids—wide eyes, trembling mouth, the way her hands had lifted toward me like she still believed I would turn back and hold her. But I didn’t, actually I couldn’t. The doors opened to dim fluorescent light and the smell of concrete and motor oil. My black Maserati waited in the bay. I walked straight to it, slid behind the wheel, and started the engine. The low growl filled the empty space and vibrated through my bones. I peeled out of the garage without looking back. The cliff road twisted ahead like a black ribbon. I pushed the accelerator harder than necessary and the car lunged forward. Wind roared through the open window and tore at my shirt. My phone buzzed i

ENZO’S POV The front door clicked shut behind Elena and the sound punched through my chest like a silenced round. I stood frozen in the foyer staring at the empty space where she had been only seconds earlier. The overnight bag swung from her shoulder when she walked past me. She didn’t look back, not once. My legs gave out. I dropped to my knees on the cold marble as I pressed both palms flat against the floor trying to anchor myself. The villa suddenly felt huge and hollow. Every breath scraped my throat raw. I should have stayed back with her last night. I should have swallowed the anger and sat on that terrace with her until the words stopped hurting. But instead I let Isabella’s ghost shove me out the door. I let five-year-old grief drive the car straight to Sofia’s hotel and straight into whatever trap waited there. Now the woman I loved, the woman carrying my child had walked out because of me. “AHHHHHGGGHHH!!” A scream tore up from somewhere deep in my gut. It ripped out

ENZO’S POV The phone buzzed once against the dash. I snatched it up so fast the wheel jerked, Elena’s tracker pin glowed red. It was moving fast along the coastal highway straight toward the commercial marina. My chest tightened hard enough to bruise. Matteo leaned over. “Boss, I think she’s in grave danger.” I crushed the accelerator as the Maserati roared forward, its tired clawed asphalt as we tore around the bend. Horns screamed behind us, but I didn’t flinch. The map updated; the dot cut onto the service road, snaking toward the old piers. Whoever had her wasn’t hiding. They were either racing to get her off the island, or they were trying to pull me out with her as bait. Either way the thought made bile rise in my throat. At first I thought she was just trying to run away from me. I mean it’s not a secret that I deserve it if she truly wants to leave me. After the fight, after every vicious word I’d spat at her, after my stupid act of going to Sofia, I’d gladly accept my fat