All Chapters of Claimed by My Mafia King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

40 Chapters

Chapter 1 Reunion

Evelyn's POVThe air in the underground bar was thick and syrupy, soaked with the stench of smoke and liquor.The bass pounded hard enough to rattle my chest. Crimson lights swept across the dancers writhing to the beat, their full breasts spilling out of their tops as they moved.I held my half-burnt slim cigarette between my fingers, unable to make out whatever Sarah was shouting. I just saw her gesturing wildly toward the bar a few feet away."Evelyn! You lost!" She mouthed the words with exaggerated emphasis. "Pay up!"The friends beside her were loving every second of it, egging me on while pointing their phones at my face.I shrugged helplessly.The penalty for losing the champagne game, go kiss that man sitting alone in the next booth.Through the dim light, I could barely make out a dark silhouette in a black shirt. He sat with a graceful, lazy elegance, one muscular arm draped over the back of the chair, veins standing out against his skin. He looked like he was waiting for so

Chapter 2 Don

Evelyn's POVI fled from that nightmare of a bar.My hands wouldn't stop shaking. I'd just slapped the current Don, my ex.Were his men going to throw me into an acid pit?I had dumped him, after all. Just like that."Evelyn, we've still got a tab to settle."His words kept exploding in my head like thunder.A tab… what tab… had I really just dumped him?But all of that was in the past.Tonight's run-in, that slap, it was just because he'd hurt me. That was all.I tried to calm down and pulled out my phone to call a cab.A fine, steady rain had started falling. I hadn't brought an umbrella. All I could do was pull my coat tighter around me.A couple walked past, huddled together under their umbrella. For a second, I saw Brode and me in their place.It had been a rainy night like this one, once. Brode had tilted the umbrella over my side, letting his own shoulder get soaked through."Well, well."A voice cut into my thoughts.Three men stepped out of the rain.The stench of cheap tobacc

Chapter 3 Break up

Evelyn's POVThe inside of the car smelled like gunpowder and expensive cigars.I sat curled against the door, watching him slide in under the shelter of an umbrella someone was holding for him. Every movement he made radiated that heavy, untouchable authority. It made it hard to breathe."Drive."I heard him say.Streetlamps slid past the window one after another, light and shadow flickering across his face.I didn't dare turn toward him, but my peripheral vision kept catching his sharp, beautiful profile—Everything was different from three years ago.Back then he'd been slender, soft-spoken, careful with his words.Now he sat here with his shoulders back, spine straight, like a blade sheathed but ready.In the silence, he pulled out a lighter engraved with a rose seal and lit a cigar held between two fingers.Raindrops pattered against the roof. It made me think of the night we broke up, three years ago. It had been a rain just like this, heavy and unrelenting.The look on his face

Chapter 4 Mother

Evelyn's POVThe air in the car froze for a second. The driver glanced at me awkwardly through the rearview mirror.I caught his eye. "Pull over. I'm getting out."The driver started easing toward the curb, and Brode's voice snapped through the cabin."You move without my permission?"My hand was already on the door handle. I kept my voice as level as I could.His massive frame leaned in toward me, and the whole space seemed to shrink."Listen, Brode. There's nothing between us anymore. Tonight was a mistake. We've been done with each other for three years. Okay?"By the end, my voice was shaking. Not just from being up against that physical presence of his, that raw masculine weight, but from the dark, aggressive energy that came off him.He wasn't that gentle boy from three years ago. Not even close."Done?" Brode gave a soft, cold laugh. "That's for me to decide, not you. I'm not finished with you yet. You don't get to leave until I am."My pupils went wide. My breathing stopped for

Chapter 5 Fiancée

Evelyn's POVI walked the streets with no destination in mind. Kids ran past me laughing, chasing each other. It felt like they lived in one world and I lived in another.Late spring in San Verona. The maples were fully unfurled, rustling in the wind.I looked at it all, and I didn't know what to do next.Losing my temper had cost me the job. Once I was out of the building, the wind dried the tears on my face and my head cleared.Thinking about the things Brode had said, all the contempt he'd thrown at me, the hurt came rushing back, sharp in my chest.Yes, three years ago I'd said brutal things to push him away.But what else could I have done?Was I supposed to turn to a boy with no power, no money, a boy who couldn't even keep his head above water in his own family's politics, and say, "Please help me, give me money"?I was already in hell. Was I supposed to drag an innocent man, a man I loved, down into it with me?I couldn't do it.Back at my apartment, I stared blankly at the bed

Chapter 6 Awkward

Evelyn's POVI passed the second interview. I spent a long time debating whether to actually take the job.But realistically, nothing else came close, not the pay, not the benefits.So I gritted my teeth and showed up for my first day at Brode's company.At least the first few days were bearable. No one iced me out. A couple of the coworkers in my office were genuinely kind.The weather had been ugly for two days. A hurricane had hit San Verona. Storms rolled in and out, traffic was paralyzed city-wide, and I couldn't even get a cab.I was getting ready to sleep at the office when a black armored Maybach pulled up in front of me.The window rolled down. The driver looked at me. "Miss. Mr. Brode has asked you to get in."Brode was in the back, sunglasses on, not looking at me. A cold, carved statue.The wind nearly tore the umbrella out of my hand. I didn't have the energy to worry about how I must have looked. I just murmured a thank-you, folded the umbrella, and got in.Sofia wasn't i

Chapter 7 Warning

Evelyn's POVThe black iron gates swung open slowly. The car rolled onto the long driveway lined with plane trees.Three years, and nothing here had changed. Every tree, every lamppost, exactly the way I remembered it.The car stopped in front of the main house. Men in black suits stepped forward immediately, umbrellas ready.Brode got out first. Rain hit his broad shoulders and he didn't notice. He just walked."Ms. Evelyn. Please." One of them held an umbrella over my head.I drew in a breath and stepped out.Cold wind and rain hit me in the face. I shivered.I wrapped my arms around myself and followed him inside.The lights in the foyer were harsh after the dark. I squinted, adjusting. And then I heard a voice that turned me to stone—"Brode! You're finally home!"Sofia came gliding down the staircase in a Chanel suit, looking like she'd walked off a runway.She had a polished smile on her face. The second she saw me, it froze into ice."What is she doing here?" Her voice jumped an

Chapter 8 Bath towel

Evelyn's POVThe crystal chandelier cast a warm light over the dining room, but the table itself was dead silent.I'd been seated to Brode's left. Sofia was directly across from me.The butler, Frank, served the meal himself. A silver platter was set down. He lifted the cloche, and the smell of steak and truffle filled the air. I had no appetite at all."This is Japanese A5 Wagyu, flown in this morning." Sofia picked up her knife and fork with elegant precision. That familiar contempt was still in her eyes. "Medium rare. It's Brode's favorite. I hope you can handle it, Ms. Evelyn. Oh, right. I forgot. Someone of your background probably doesn't get many chances to eat something like this."Her voice was pure acid. It sliced right into me.I took a breath and told myself not to take the bait. Don't let her get to you."Not going to answer?" Sofia gave a soft laugh. "Must be too rare for her taste. Frank, have the kitchen redo hers well done. We wouldn't want to upset her stomach.""No n

Chapter 9 His

Evelyn's POV"Last I checked, this is my house. I can stand wherever I want."I swallowed down the urge to argue with him."Okay… so why are you here at this hour…"I left it hanging, hoping he'd explain.He just raised an eyebrow coolly, didn't give me a real answer, and held out the shirt."There are no guest robes on hand. The weather's bad. Your things won't get here until tomorrow."I dropped my head and silently took it, turned around, shut the door, and pulled off the towel.Once I was actually in the shirt, I realized it was one of his. Something he'd just grabbed. It still carried that specific scent he always had, cigar smoke and gun oil.The thought that he might've worn this before made my heart do something strange.I didn't even understand what was happening to me. Something twisted and warm was creeping through me, some sick sense of safety. I was losing it.I shook my head and tried to clear it.Evelyn. You can't do this. It's not like it used to be.My head was a mess,

Chapter 10 Flirtatious

Evelyn's POVI woke up in the middle of the night, thirsty.Going downstairs for water turned out to be a problem.My clothes still weren't dry, so I ended up pulling on the shirt again and heading down.The first floor was pitch black, but I'd lived in this house long enough.I felt my way through the living room to the kitchen.As luck would have it, there was already a glass of cold water sitting on the bar.I tilted it back and drank the whole thing.The taste wasn't quite what I remembered, but I didn't think anything of it. I just assumed something was off with the water filter.I thought I'd gone unnoticed. As I was tiptoeing back, my foot caught on someone's leg."Who's there—!"I cried out and stumbled backward on instinct."It's me."I fumbled for the small side-table lamp and switched it on.Dim, hazy light. Brode's hard, beautiful face resolved out of the dark.He was in loungewear that showed off every line of his powerful build, sitting on the couch, looking down at me."

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