All Chapters of Claimed by havoc : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

RoxanaAnother gunshot tears through the house, almost stopping my heart. Everyone starts moving so quickly it feels like a movie scene. I've never seen anything like this before; one minute we were having a family dinner, and the next, the whole room is spinning like in an action movie.Chairs scrape loudly against the floor, plates crash, glasses shatter, and the noise nearly makes my ears bleed.“Down!!” Tristan’s father shouts like a thunderstorm.I jump violently, and before I can react, Tristan grabs me and pulls me against his chest.“What’s happening?” I ask, my body shaking against him.Nobody answers. Another gunshot echoes outside, followed by several more.The window suddenly shatters inward, glass flying all over the room. I scream and cover my head.This feels straight out of a horror movie.Someone drags Tristan’s mother away from the table. Dmitry moves, then Lucian, Viktor, Nikolai — everyone is shooting as if they’re trained for this.“Back gate now!!” Tristan’s fat

Roxana The next morning, I wake up in the armchair beside Tristan’s bed. At some point during the night, I must have fallen asleep. My neck aches, my back hurts, and my hand is still wrapped around his. For a moment, I stare at him. The morning sunlight spills through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft golden glow. Tristan is still asleep; the harsh lines of his face seem softer, less dangerous, and almost peaceful. A knock sounds on the door, and before I can answer, Texas walks in carrying a tray. “Oh good, you are awake.” My cheeks heat instantly—had everyone noticed I spent the entire night here? Judging by Texas’s smile, definitely yes. A few minutes later, more people arrive: Dmitry, Lucian, Viktor, Nikolai, and Tristan’s parents. The bedroom slowly fills with people, everyone pretending not to be worried—everyone failing miserably. His mother sits on the edge of the bed. “He should wake up soon,” she says. Almost immediately, Tristan’s eyes flutter open

Tristan The basement smells like blood, not fresh blood, old blood, the kind that has soaked through the concrete over the years and never truly left. I walked through the corridor without slowing down, behind me, Lucian, Viktor, and Nikolai follow in silence. Nobody tries to stop me anymore. Not after Roxana shoved me into the bed in front of the entire family. The memory should have annoyed me, instead, every time it surfaces, something suspiciously close to amusement follows. I push the thought away. I have other important things to focus on. The steel door at the end of the corridor opens, and the torture room comes into view. Three men are chained to metal chairs. A fourth body lay covered in blood on the floor. Dead. The survivor closest to the wall looks up as I enter. Fear immediately fills his eyes, good. “Boss.” Viktor steps forward. “Talk.” “We lost one during the night. “ I glance at the corpse, no reaction, the dead can't tell me what I ne

Roxana The next morning, I wake up feeling strangely peaceful — no gunshots, no screaming, no blood. No terrifying mafia boss covered in someone's blood staring at me. Just sounds of birds chirping nearby and sunlight spilling through the window into the large bedroom. My gaze roams the room. It’s empty and bright. Then I stretch slowly, immediately regretting it as every muscle screams in protest. Apparently, emotional breakdowns are exhausting. After getting dressed, I head downstairs. The moment I step into the dining room, I know I’ve made a mistake. Every Kozlov is there, and each one turns to look at me. Texas grins, “Good morning, sunshine.” A warm smile forms on my lips. “Good morning.” Dmitry flashes an annoying and stupid smile at me. “Look who finally left Tristan’s room.” Heat rushes to my face, and the room bursts out laughing. “Oh my God.” Texas immediately points at me. “See, she’s blushing.” “I am not,” I argue. She taunts further, “You are.” I g

TristanThe moment the bedroom door snaps shut, I release her hand. The silence that follows is immediate and heavy.Roxana rubs her wrist where I had been holding her, glaring at me with confusion and anger. "What was that?" she asks.I say nothing. Something pounds inside my skull as I try to calm my raging breath and stare at her.Then I walk over to the door and lock it.Her brow knits together. "Why did you lock the door?”Still, I don't answer. The urge to grab her and ask what the hell is wrong with her overtakes me, but I push it down.The image of her smiling creeps into my head again, and my hands clenched. She was laughing at another man’s joke when she clearly never found me amusing.The way she was smiling at Alessandro like he was the best man she's ever set her eyes on, with those bright eyes that had been crying for me a few days ago.Something inside my chest tightens all over again.I hate it. I hate every second of it. She has no right."Is there a problem?” she ask