Claimed By The Don のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 35

** Alessandro **Three days. It’s been three fucking whole days.That was how long they had kept me here.Three endless days of endless pain, torture, darkness, and silence.Time had stopped making sense after the first day. There were no windows in this place, no sunlight to mark the passing hours—only the dim flicker of a single hanging bulb that swung lazily from the ceiling like a dying star. Sometimes it stayed on. Sometimes they turned it off for hours, leaving me trapped in complete darkness.I had lost count of how many times they beat me.My body felt like it no longer belonged to me. Every inch of it throbbed with dull, merciless pain. My ribs burned with every breath I took. One of my eyes had swollen nearly shut, and dried blood crusted the corner of my mouth.They had tied me to a metal chair bolted into the concrete floor.The ropes binding my wrists were thick and coarse, digging brutally into my skin each time I shifted. My hands had long gone numb. Every now and then,

** Dante **Tommy drove us straight to one of our safehouses—a quiet two-story building hidden between abandoned factories on the edge of the industrial district. Marco was already waiting when we arrived.The moment I stepped out of the car, my injured leg nearly gave out.Marco rushed forward.“Jesus Christ,” he said, grabbing my arm. “You look like you crawled out of a grave.”“Feels like I did.”Inside, we gathered around a large wooden table in the center of the room. Maps, phones, laptops, and scattered files covered the surface.Tommy poured me a glass of water while Marco stared at me with that calculating expression he always had when something serious was happening.“Start talking,” Marco said. “What happened?”I leaned back in the chair slowly.“We were ambushed,” I said. “Masked men. Organized. Professional. They weren’t random thugs.”Marco nodded.“Kidnapping Alessandro was the real objective?”“Yes.”Tommy leaned forward.“Who do you think did it?”I didn’t answer immed

** Alessandro **I woke to the sharp sting of a needle and the constant, irritating beep of machines.My eyes felt heavy, swollen. It took effort—too much effort—just to open them. When I finally did, my vision came in fragments. Blurry shapes. Light. Movement.Then it settled.Dr. Elena stood beside me, calmly injecting something into the drip connected to my arm.Across the room, Dante sat watching me.Still. Silent. Intense.Pain followed immediately after awareness.It spread through my body like fire. My ribs felt crushed, every breath shallow and sharp. My arm throbbed violently, heavy and useless. My face felt swollen—tight and bruised. One eye barely opened.Bandages wrapped around me like I had been rebuilt.Then came the migraine.It hit hard—like a storm tearing through my skull. The machines didn’t help. Each beep felt louder than the last, drilling straight into my head.“You’re awake,” Dante said.His voice was steady, but there was tension beneath it.Dr. Elena turned t