Alle Kapitel von Claimed by My Mafia King: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

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

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

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

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

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,