All Chapters of Claimed by the Mafia Devil : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

The force of the explosion hurled them across the wet road. Aria felt searing heat against her back an instant before pain tore through her body. She slammed onto the asphalt, palms scraping raw against the rough surface. For several long seconds only a high-pitched ringing filled her ears.Rain hammered down without mercy. Her heart slammed against her ribs.Am I still alive?She forced air into her lungs, breathing in and out until the world stopped spinning. Then she turned her head toward the man lying beside her.He did not move. Blood mixed with rainwater and streamed down the side of his face.Aria could not tell if he was breathing. “No. No. You cannot die.”She crawled across the soaked ground, rain-soaked hair clinging to her cheeks. Her trembling fingers pressed against the side of his neck. Relief flooded her when she felt a strong, steady pulse.“Good. The pulse is strong.”Her entire body shook, not from the cold but from the nearness of death. She had almost died tonigh

Knock-Knock...Moments later, the sound of the door knocking filled the air.He went to open the door. A familiar face appeared."Dominic!" the man breathed out, his gaze scanning him from head to toe. Relief flooded his features as he saw him alive, on his feet. "Hell, man, you scared me."He pulled him into a tight embrace.Dominic winced. "You are crushing me," he muttered through his clenched teeth.Lucas stepped back. "Sorry. I just... The car exploded, and you disappeared. I found nothing. I was scared.""I am not that easy to kill." Dominic looked around. "Come in."The door shut behind them."Tell me no one noticed you entering," Dominic’s tone was cold."I made you. No one noticed me."Dominic settled onto the sofa, gesturing Lucas to take his seat."Marco declared you dead within hours," Lucas informed as he sat down. "The syndicate is in chaos. Half of the men are waiting for the confirmation, while the other half," he paused, hesitating, "they’ve sided with Marco."Dominic

Dante stood at the window with the phone pressed to his ear. His sharp gaze moved across the street through a narrow gap in the curtains.Rafael’s voice came through the line, steady and serious. “I finished the background check. Aria Kane, daughter of Vincent Kane. She lost her mother when she was nine.”Dante’s jaw tightened. Something unfamiliar pulled at his chest. He had lost his own mother at a young age as well. He still remembered the exact moment the doctors announced she was gone. From that day forward life had shown him no mercy.No one had comforted him. No one had taken his hand or offered him shelter. He had learned to survive alone on the streets. Violence had molded him. Softness had become a foreign language. Warmth was something he no longer received from anyone.Beneath the hard exterior the lonely, frightened child still existed, buried and silenced. Hearing that Aria had suffered the same loss at such a young age dragged something raw and long-buried to the surfac

Julian’s expression darkened at once. His hands twitched with the urge to strike her, but he forced himself to hold back in front of her family.“Do not be stubborn.” He lowered his voice with effort. “Let us talk properly. Come with me. We will have dinner together.”Aria looked at him in silence. If she had never learned of his betrayal, his coaxing might still have softened her. Now she felt nothing. She had no desire to go anywhere with him. Yet when she noticed Sofia’s tight, displeased expression, a thought formed.Let me see what my dear half-sister does next.“All right,” Aria said. “I will come with you.”Julian smirked, already tasting victory. Handling her had always been easy. “Then let us go.”He extended his hand.The moment Aria placed her fingers in his, Sofia let out a soft whimper.“My stomach hurts.” She swayed slightly and clutched her abdomen.Julian shoved Aria’s hand aside and rushed to Sofia. “What is wrong? Why are you in pain?” He wrapped an arm around her an