บททั้งหมดของ Claimed by the Mafia King : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Damiano's POV I couldn't hear the words the other person on the call said, but I heard hers.She wanted to find someone. I guess she knew who did this to her family's home. I crouched down, picking up a piece of the ripped picture on the floor.The moment my fingers came in contact with it, a sizzling sensation overtook my fingers as they burned from the touch."Acidic powder," Leo muttered as he walked into the room. I nodded in response. All the pieces of the picture were covered in it. Whoever did this wasn't just trying to find something, but also wanted to hurt someone."Did she touch it?" Leo asked, pulling my attention.I shook my head as I straightened up. "Luckily I got here right on time before she could."That was the reason I said the stuff I said. I couldn't let her think that I cared about her. I didn't. I just didn't want my doctor to get hurt. I mean, if she or even her fingers got hurt, then who would treat me?I raised my hand, staring as my fingers healed up—musc

Alessia's POV I didn't know what to say or do.I knew I wanted to be far from Damiano by all means, but the last thing I needed was to be next to a human owl who couldn't take his eyes off of me. I still wasn't sure why he made me uncomfortable. I didn't even care to know at the moment. All I knew was that he looked like bad news, and I wasn't ready to jump out of the fire that I was in, onto another."So what do you say, beautiful," The detective said.Yuck! Talk about creepy. Well, I knew what to do.I wrapped my hand around Damiano's, letting out a sigh. Then I crouched over a bit as I winced. "I'm sorry, Mr. Detective, but I can't go with you," I said, my voice a little above a whisper as I rested my head on Damiano's arm.I had to admit, he had strong, built arms.The detective frowned, before smiling up to his eyes. "It would only be for a—"I let out a loud sob which surprised the detective. The same went for Leo. I guess he didn't expect me to be good at pretending. If o

Alessia's POV The moment those words left my lips, the car stopped abruptly. Luckily Damiano was fast enough to put his hand in front of me, preventing me from colliding with the car.But still, I couldn't help but wonder why he stopped. Had I said or done something wrong?He turned to me, a look I had never seen before replacing his earlier one."Do you mind telling me who this Lloyd is?" He asked, his voice a little hardened.I was both confused and lost."Romeo," I said simply.He blinked. "You mean the weird blonde who played the part in the movie?"I let out a low chuckle before shaking my head slightly. "I'm talking about the guy who played the role with me. He was Romeo, and I was Juliet."He raised a brow at me. "You were Juliet."I nodded."And you played the Romeo and Juliet weird romantic movie with a guy?""A handsome guy."He was silent at first before continuing. "And you both like kissed and stuff?"I felt heat creep onto my cheeks. I covered them with my palms. What

Damiano's POV After my words, Alessia sat stiff as stone, her hands clenching the hem of her dress, her wide green eyes flickering with panic.She was trying to look calm, brave even—but she wasn’t fooling anyone. She was scared to death.Good. Fear kept people alive in this world. Besides, it wasn't like I had lied to her. I just didn't tell her the whole truth.I pushed the door open and stepped out, the night air biting against my skin. The scent of concrete, iron, and cypress filled my lungs—familiar and grounding. Above us, the mansion rose in sharp lines and darkened glass, its edges cutting into the night like a blade.Before I could shut the door, the front entrance opened and two attendants in black stepped out—silent and organized, like shadows trained to move on command.Well, everyone here was trained to move and do their jobs precisely.They met me halfway.“Sir,” one of them said, bowing slightly.“There’s a suitcase in the trunk. Take it in,” I ordered, not bothering

Alessia's POV I turned, taking in the space around me.It was stunning.It was a blend of modern and luxury, with glass walls, clean lines, and a neutral color palette that screamed wealth. A plush cream rug spread across polished wooden floors, and warm lights recessed into the ceiling gave the room a golden glow. A sleek bed sat against the far wall, draped in white linens that looked untouched.Everything in here looked too perfect, like it belonged in an architecture magazine.I hovered awkwardly near the center, not knowing if I should sit or stand. It wasn’t like I asked to be dropped into a billionaire limbo with zero instructions.I wandered toward a set of tall glass panels stretching from floor to ceiling. My fingers brushed over the sensor embedded in the wall, and the panels slid open with a smooth whisper.It was a balcony.I stepped outside. The cool air hit me instantly, brushing my hair back from my face.The view was... it was jaw-dropping.The estate stretched out