บททั้งหมดของ Claimed By The Mafia Don: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Lucia’s POV“Kneel!” His voice echoed through the hall. My entire body shook in fear as tears stung my eyes, but I bit down hard on my lower lip, refusing to let them fall. The sharp taste of blood only reminded me of how real this nightmare was.Laughter erupted from the men around him. They all mocked me. My shoulders slumped in defeat as Dante moved to pick up the heavy chains lying in the corner of the room.The air reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. Soft Latino music played from the speakers, creating a bizarre contrast to the suffocating tension. To them, it was a paradise, but for me, it felt like hell.“I said kneel, you crazy bitch.” His voice was colder this time. Before I could react, he stormed toward me and yanked my hair, forcing me down.I yelped in pain, gritting my teeth as his grip tightened. The men laughed harder, their amusement feeding his cruelty.The saddest part was that it wasn’t always like this. Just yesterday, I was the happiest woman alive. My boyfriend of

Lucia's POV As expected, Dante’s meeting had turned out to be more than just a meeting. It involved a shady deal regarding illegal drugs. I had been prepared for something like this. Everything about him screamed danger, from the sharp edge of his presence to the piercing intensity of his gaze.He had to be at least 12 years older than me, based on the rumors I’d heard, yet he still looked youthful—and undeniably handsome.I caught myself, mentally scolding myself for even entertaining such a thought. What was I thinking? Dante was nothing but a cold-blooded jerk—a man who made it clear that no one crossed him and lived to tell the tale.After the meeting, he took me to a small warehouse where I witnessed something that solidified my fear of him. He interrogated a man with a ferocity that left no room for mercy. I stood frozen, unsure of how to react. When we left the warehouse, I couldn’t stop thinking about the man he’d left behind in a pool of blood.My instincts told me to turn b

Lucia's POVThe ride back to the mansion was silent, but my thoughts were anything but. The name Vincenzo Calderone echoed in my mind, refusing to let me rest. When we finally arrived, I stepped out of the car and walked into the living room, where I found Dante seated on the couch. A bottle of tequila in his hand, and his expression unreadable.“I’m back, Sir,” I announced, trying to steady my voice. Dante rose from his seat, his presence imposing as he walked toward me.“How did it go?” His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it. He tilted his head slightly, brow arched. “Did you find answers?”His sudden question caught me off guard, and I staggered back, confusion flooding me. I hadn’t told him I was seeking answers—why was he asking?“I—I don’t… understand,” I stammered, the words faltering as my mind raced to make sense of his knowledge.Dante scoffed. He took another slow sip of his drink, eyeing me with an almost amused detachment. “What do you mean, you don’t understand?

Lucia’s POVThe moment I stepped out of that conference room, I sucked in a shaky breath. But it did little to steady the pounding in my chest. The murmurs of the reporters faded, but I could still feel Dante’s sharp and cold gaze on me.I had made a terrible mistake challenging him in front of his people, and in front of the media. I knew the rules. Knew what it meant to speak out of turn, to embarrass a man like him. Yet, I had done it anyway, unable to hold my tongue when they dragged my father’s name through the mud.“My father is innocent.” I could still hear my own voice echoing in my head.Foolish.I had barely made it down the hall when I heard heavy footsteps behind me. My breath caught as a firm grip closed around my wrist, yanking me into an empty room before I could react.Dante.The door banged shut behind us, cutting off the noise from the hallway. The air between us felt charged, as his fingers remained wrapped around my wrist—not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to

Dante’s POV“The Romano warehouse fire continues to make headlines, drawing comparisons to the tragic Romano estate fire years ago. In both cases, lives were lost, and in both cases, questions remain unanswered...”My jaw clenched.The media loved to stir up ghosts that should have stayed buried. They didn’t know what the hell they were talking about. The fire that took my family hadn’t been an accident or some careless mistake. It had been a goddamn execution, a message from men who thought they could erase the Romano name from history.They had failed.I drained my whiskey in one swallow, the burn doing nothing to calm the fire raging inside me. I poured another, barely paying attention to the news playing in the background. The comparisons to my past were nothing more than fuel to the fire… a reminder that some wounds never fucking heal.I had intended to see Lucia, maybe even explain why I had missed the date I planned.What was I even thinking? I brought her here to suffer for wh