Claimed By The Ruthless Dark Mafia Don

Chapter 4

Word Count: 649 | Released on: 13/05/2026

of clinical antiseptic lingered in the air, but it was quickly swallowed by the intoxicati

hite bandages. Dante stood over me, a towering shadow blocking the dim light of the brass bed

ibrated in my chest. "Say the word, and I will issue

, manipulative women who used his power to settle their petty jealousies. I forced a winc

. I am just a Collateral. I didn't know the rules. She... she just loves you too much. She

ed out. His fingers gripped my jaw with bruising force, tilting my head

edator studying its prey. "In our world, that makes you either a rat, or a woma

ar spill over his thumb. "

ed in his pitch-black eyes. He released me abruptly, turning his

ing tear in my back

nsive fabric. "It belongs to you!" I cried, my voice trembling with practiced desperat

tion, he spun around, grabbing my waist and pinning me back against the mattress. His weight pressed into me,

scended to claim min

down my spine. I pressed my hands flat against his

's brother is your Capo. I won't let my selfish heart fracture

blood. The war between his primal lust and his duty as the Don raged violently in his eyes.

his voice harsh, ragged, and full of wa

Alone in the dim light, I sat up slowly. I wiped the remaining tear from my ch

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Claimed By The Ruthless Dark Mafia Don

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“I was the untouchable Mafia Queen, but my reign ended in the blood-soaked depths of a damp dungeon. My half-sister, Kelsey, drove a rusted, sharpened spoon into my chest, screaming about the unfairness of fate. In my past life, my father sold me to the ruthless Don Dante Blackwell as collateral to pay off his debts. To survive, I took a black-market fertility drug, birthed his heir, and clawed my way to the throne through sheer ruthlessness. But in the mafia world, a pregnant woman isn't a queen; she's a walking target. I survived countless bombings and poisonings, only to be betrayed and slaughtered by my own family. Until my last breath, I couldn't understand. I had sacrificed everything to secure our survival in the empire. Why did my blood and tears only earn me a rusted spoon to the heart? Opening my eyes again, I am seventeen, sitting in my father's drawing room. Two black velvet boxes sit on the mahogany table. Kelsey greedily snatches the box containing the fertility drug, her eyes gleaming with feverish triumph. "I'll take this one, Papa." She thinks she is stealing my golden ticket to the crown, completely unaware that she just chose a death sentence. I lower my gaze, letting my eyelashes mask the cold, lethal amusement pooling in my eyes as I take the remaining box. Inside is the detailed psychological profile of the Don's dead fiancée. This time, I won't be a breeding mare fighting off assassins. I will dissect the devil himself.”