Claimed by Two Mafia kings E-Book

Delight Wright

• Herausgeber: tredition
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 197

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

She wanted a quiet life. They gave her a war. Luna Hart was just a club waitress until two of the city’s most dangerous Mafia kings became obsessed with her. To one, she’s a queen to protect. To the other, a weapon to use. But when secrets from Luna’s past surface, secrets tied to blood, betrayal, and power, she’s forced into a deadly game of love, lies, and survival. Two kings want to claim her. Only one will win. Unless she brings them both to their knees.

Leseprobe

Delight Wright

Claimed by Two Mafia kings

Two kings, one queen, only blood will decide who wins.

Copyright © 2025 by Delight Wright

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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

Delight Wright asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

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To God Almighty —

For the strength, wisdom, and grace to complete what I began.

To my beloved husband, Sunday Menta,

Thank you for your unwavering support, love, and belief in me through every chapter of this journey.

To my precious son, Brian Menta,

Your presence fueled my imagination, even in my most trying moments. You are my brightest inspiration.

And to my wonderful siblings —

Thank you for standing with me. This story carries a part of all of you.

With love,

Delight Wright

Her beauty was their weakness.

Her silence, their downfall.

They fought to possess her…

But she wasn’t the beginning of the war, she was the end of it.

Delight Wright.

Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

LUNA

Chapter 2

LUNA

Chapter 3

DIEGO

Chapter 4

LEONARDO

Chapter 5

LUNA

Chapter 6

LUNA

Chapter 7

LUNA

Chapter 8

LUNA

Chapter 9

DIEGO

Chapter 10

LUNA

Chapter 11

LUNA

Chapter 12

LUNA

Chapter 13

LUNA

Chapter 14

LEONARDO

Chapter 15

LUNA

Chapter 16

LEONARDO

Chapter 17

LUNA

Chapter 18

LUNA

Chapter 19

LUNA

Chapter 20

LUNA

Chapter 21

LEONARDO

Chapter 22

LUNA

Chapter 23

LUNA

Chapter 24

DIEGO

Chapter 25

LUNA

Chapter 26

TESSA

Chapter 27

LUNA

Chapter 28

LUNA

Chapter 29

LUNA

Chapter 30

LEONARDO

Chapter 31

DIEGO

Chapter 32

LUNA

Chapter 33

LEONARDO

Chapter 34

LUNA

Chapter 35

LEONARDO

About the Author

Prologue

Luna Hart never wanted power, she just wanted to keep her mother alive and her head down, working nights at the underground Velvet Club, serving drinks to dangerous men with darker secrets. But when two of Italy’s most feared Mafia kings set their sights on her, the quiet life she built begins to collapse.

Diego Romano, brutal, arrogant, and born of blood and fire, sees Luna as a challenge, a woman who doesn’t bend, a woman worth breaking. He wants her under his control, in his bed, and out of every other man’s reach.

Leonardo Romano, cold, strategic, and utterly untouchable, has been watching Luna from the shadows, obsessing over her strength, her silence, and her unshakable gaze. He doesn’t want to ruin her, he wants to own her completely.

Neither man knows who Luna really is, but her past is just as dangerous as theirs. And when secrets start surfacing, the war for her isn’t just personal, it’s legacy, blood and revenge.

As Luna is pulled deeper into their world, her choices will shape the fate of empires. But power always comes at a cost.

In a world ruled by guns, secrets, and obsession…

Who will Luna destroy before they destroy her?

Chapter 1

LUNA

* * *

Velvet Club wasn’t just a nightclub, It was its own secret world, hidden beneath the city and drenched in darkness, pulsing with danger.

No signs marked its entrance, no blaring music or neon lights spilled onto the street. From the outside, it looked like the back end of an abandoned warehouse, It looked like nothing special and hard to notice.

But once you stepped inside, everything changed.

The walls of the club were lined in deep red velvet, that were soft to the touch but heavy with secrets. Golden lights swung low, with corners where secrets lived, the kind of secrets you weren’t meant to hear, the dangerous ones whispered behind closed booths and sealed with silence. The air felt thick with things unspoken, like the club itself was holding its breath.

This place was underground in every sense and only the powerful, the wealthy, and the dangerous ever made it through the doors, and even then, only by invitation.

The music didn’t blast here like in other clubs, It moved slow and thick, with deliberate beats that wrapped around skins and settled in one’s bones, the kind of rhythm that made your heart beat just a little differently, It made you feel like something dangerous was about to happen.

People didn’t come here to dance and drink, they came to make deals, to celebrate in private, to vanish from the world outside. Some came to hide and a few came hoping never to be found for a while.

And me?

I worked right in the middle of it all, and it was another night to render my services.

I weaved through the crowd with a silver tray of drinks balanced in one hand, my face was calm, my movements smooth, like clockwork.

My job was simple: serve drinks, smile only when absolutely necessary, and stay quiet and probably invisible.

The dress code helped with that, a black dress that fit just right, not too revealing and not too plain with heels just high enough to click softly against the floor but not so high I’d trip. Most importantly, a look that said I worked here, but didn’t belonged.

People stared, they always did, especially the men. But I’d learned long ago that stares didn’t mean anything unless you gave them power, and I never gave them that.

Most nights, I felt like a ghost in here, floating past the rich and the reckless, hearing things I wasn’t meant to hear, seeing faces I pretended not to recognize. I stayed in the background, even when everyone was looking straight at me.

But sometimes, nights didn’t go according to plan.

“Table fourteen,” Tessa said, chewing her gum as she brushed past me with a tray in her hand. Her blonde hair was tied up in a tight bun, and her eyes sparkled always from excitement but sometimes with danger.

“He’s sitting alone,” she added, leaning in close. “In the VIP section. He Just dropped five grand for a glass of Macallan.” She whispered.

I raised an eyebrow. “That’s one expensive drink.”

Tessa grinned. “That’s one hell of a man.”

She didn’t explain further and she didn’t needed to, because in Velvet, you you are taught early not to ask too many questions, still, something about it tugged at me, a pull of curiosity I couldn’t ignore.

I glanced across the room, toward the far end of the VIP area.

That part of the club was darker than the rest, the music faded softer there, almost respectful. No one danced in that section because that was where real business happened and it was the dangerous kind.

I picked up the tray with the Macallan and made my way across the room, my heels clicking softly, with every step.

A strange feeling tugged on my skin like someone was watching me. It wasn’t the usual kind of stare, this was heavier, like a hand pressing against my back.

Then my eyes met with his. It was the man in table fourteen.

He was sitting alone in the last booth with a straightened back, with one hand resting lazily on the leather seat. He wore a black suit with no tie and had the kind of look that screamed power without trying. His face was unreadable and sharp with admirable features.

I slowed down, but didn’t stop because I couldn’t afford to. I reached his table and set the glass down carefully.

“Macallan 25,” I said quietly. “No ice, no questions.”

He didn’t pick up the glass, he didn’t smile either, but there was a flicker in his eyes like I’d just confirmed something he’d already suspected.

“You got a name?” he asked.

His voice was low and smooth, but I could hear the edge under it, like a blade.

I met his gaze without flinching. “Only when I want to be found.” I said.

He tilted his head slightly, a trace of amusement dangled on his lips.

“I’m Diego,” he said, “don’t forget it.”

The name hit me like a shot of cold air.

Diego Romano?

I’d heard it whispered in the backrooms and also in conversations that ended in silence. One of the most feared Mafia kings of the whole of Italy. A man who didn’t need to shout to command fear, he was the kind of man you didn’t cross unless you had a death wish.

I didn’t blink, nor flinch. “I’m sure I won’t,” that’s what I just said, then I turned and walked away.

But I could still feel him watching me, like I was already a piece on his chessboard, moved without my consent.

Back behind the bar, Tessa was waiting, her eyes widened with pleasure immediately she saw me.

“He talked to you?” she asked in a hushed, urgent whisper.

I set the tray down. “He told me his name.” I said, my voice was serious and calm.

She let out a slow whistle. “Girl… that’s not flirting, that’s a claim.”

“Maybe he liked the drink.” I snapped.

“Maybe….” she said. “Or maybe you’re the next thing on his list.” Her words made me arch my brow.

Tessa leaned in closer, her voice dropping low. “Diego Romano is his name, and he doesn’t give out his name for no reason. If he tells you who he is… it means he’s already made his decision.”

I didn’t say a word, but my eyes drifted back toward the VIP booth.

Diego was still there, and he was still watching.

—-

The club finally started to empty around 3 a.m.

Groups of people filed out, some laughing, others quiet, a little too careful. Bodyguards began to vanish into the shadows and the music faded along with the golden lights which dimmed slowly. Now, everything turned more real.

I slipped out the back door for a breath of air, the alley behind the club was damp and cold, but I liked it that way. It was real, with no loud music, no smoke, and no lies, just the soft hum of a city that never really slept.

I leaned back against the brick wall and exhaled.

I couldn’t stop thinking about my encounter with Diego, but I tried to wave it off.

My life is already in a whole lot of mess after Dad’s death, and I can’t afford to get into any more now. I’m most concerned with paying Mom’s hospital bills, and not some silly drama from a rich powerful Mafia king.

Chapter 2

LUNA

* * *

Hospitals had a strange kind of silence. Not peaceful, not soft either, Just a heavy kind, like everyone was holding their breath.

I walked down the long white corridor, past the vending machines and quiet rooms, trying to ignore the ache behind my eyes. My dress from the club still clung to my skin as my heels clicked softly against the tile. I hadn’t even changed, I just needed to see her and make sure she was still here and breathing.

Mama had been getting worse lately, and the bills kept growing. Every visit, it felt like the weight got heavier, but I kept showing up, I had to because she was all I had.

I made my way toward room 208, each step felt heavier than the last. My mind was full of questions, still I didn’t know how much longer I could keep up with the bills. The debt had piled up, and every time I swiped my card, I braced myself for the hit, knowing it was never enough to cover everything.

I reached the nurse’s station, clutching my wallet in my hand, ready to pay whatever I could afford today. I had to at least make a dent, but the nurse looked up at me with a frown before I could even speak.

“Luna Hart?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes?” I answered, and my stomach began to sink as if something was wrong.

“I’m afraid the doctor’s been notified. The bills haven’t been paid in full, and unfortunately, your mother’s room… it’s going to be reassigned unless the payment is made today.”

My heart dropped like a stone, I was not expecting to hear that.

“What do you mean?” I tried to keep my voice steady, but I couldn’t mask the panic rising in my chest. “I can pay something now, I swear, just tell me what’s left and I’ll make up the rest.”

The nurse shifted uncomfortably, glancing down at the paperwork in front of her. “I’m sorry, it’s not just a small amount anymore, your mother’s care is being prioritized for discharge unless the full payment is cleared, the doctor’s orders are clear.”

I opened my wallet, and the numbers in my head didn’t add up. Rent was almost due, and I was only a few hundred short of paying rent this month. How was I supposed to come up with the rest?

I turned to leave, my throat was tight with grief when the doctor appeared at the end of the hall. Dr. Richards was always kind, but today there was something distant in his eyes.

“Luna,” he said, his voice tight with professional patience, “We need to talk about your mother’s care.”

I swallowed, nodding my head slowly, trying to control the tremble in my hands. “I know, I was just about to pay what I can, but it’s… I don’t have the full amount. Please, Dr. Richards, I’ll figure something out, don’t throw her out, I can’t afford to lose her.”

His eyes softened, but only for a moment. “I understand, I really do. But without the full payment, we’re not authorized to keep her here. I’m afraid that’s the policy.”

I nodded, biting my lip to keep the tears from coming out of my eyes. “I’ll have the money, I promise.”

The doctor sighed, glancing down at his tablet screen. “I wish I could help, Luna, but the system doesn’t care about promises, it cares about numbers.” He paused, looking like he wanted to say more, but he just gave me a tired smile before turning away.

I stood frozen in the hall for a moment, unable to move. The weight of his words hit me harder than I could bear. How was I supposed to fix this? I didn’t have the answer.

I’d lost count of how many times I’d stood in this very hallway, hoping things would turn around.

And today, it felt like the walls were already closing in on me.

I walked into the room with my head down, trying to ignore the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind. Mom was still sleeping, her face pale but peaceful, she looked so fragile, and the lines of worry carved deeper in her face than I remembered.

I pulled up a chair and sat down beside her, my fingers tracing the edge of her hand.

How was I supposed to fix this?

I stared at the empty chair across from me, imagining how life could have been much more easier if Dad was alive.

A soft knock interrupted my thoughts, and I looked up to find the nurse from earlier standing in the doorway, holding a piece of paper in her hand. “Luna?” she said softly. “There’s been an update.”

My heart skipped a beat.

“What is it?” I asked quickly, standing up.

The nurse hesitated for a moment, then held out the paper. “It’s… a payment confirmation, your balance has been cleared.”

I froze, unable to comprehend what she was saying. “What do you mean? There’s no way, I haven’t paid anything.”

The nurse looked down at the document again. “It’s been taken care of, Luna, the full amount. It was an anonymous transfer this morning.”

I blinked at her, my mind refused to process what she was saying. “Who… who paid it?”

The nurse shook her head. “We don’t have that information, just that the payment was cleared and it came through as anonymous.”

My chest tightened, I could feel my pulse in my throat.

Who would do this? Who would pay a stranger’s hospital bills? There was no way this was some random act of kindness, someone had done this intentionally.

And it somehow felt… wrong.

I didn’t know what to think, but I knew one thing for sure, this wasn’t just charity, there was an agenda behind it, there had to be.

I thanked the nurse in a daze, my mind whirling with the unimaginable thoughts. I walked back to my mother’s side, trying to pull myself together, but the knot in my stomach only tightened.

Someone had paid for her care?

Someone who knew my name or at least knew how to get to me.

And that thought made me wonder just who it was.

Who had the power to make a decision like that?

Chapter 3

DIEGO

* * *

I don’t chase, I choose. And once I do, the world shifts to make room whether it wants to or not.

Luna Hart didn’t just catch my eye, she disrupted my order, and that, I don’t allow.

Velvet wasn’t new to me, I owned half the city’s underground, and this club was one of many places I used to watch the world without being seen. Money flowed there and secrets bled there too. Sometimes, a man could sit in the shadows and watch fate walk past in high heels and rose-colored lips.

I’d seen beautiful women before, slept with them, owned them and even forgotten them.

But Luna?

she beats them all.

Her body was built to distract, she has this Long legs that moved with purpose, not seduction, though the effect was the same. Her hips curved like a question I hadn’t figured out how to answer yet. Her skin was smooth and golden, her eyes deep brown like warm coffee, and her lips always painted in a soft rose shade.

She walked like she knew she was being watched, but refused to be touched. There was precision in her movement, a kind of defiance in every step that didn’t come from arrogance, it came from survival.

She didn’t just served drinks, she studied everyone.

And the moment she looked at me, I knew two things.

One: She wasn’t scared of me, not yet.

Two: I wanted to know how long it could be that way.

The first night I spoke to her, I gave her my name, that wasn’t a habit, it was intentional.

She gave me a line back that was cute and calculated. But behind her calm, I saw the flicker and the spark in her eyes.

No fear, just strong curiosity

It was a dangerous emotion for a woman to have, and I loved it.

I left Velvet without laying a finger on her, and that took serious self-control.

I’ve killed men for less than the way she looked at me. That smile… like she wasn’t impressed, like she didn’t care who I was, and somehow, that only made me obsessed.

——

The next day, I pulled a string.

The club owner owed me more than a few favors, so I didn’t ask, I ordered him bluntly: Don’t change a thing. Keep her exactly where she was. The VIP section, table fourteen.

I wanted her to think it was just like another night.

——

I arrived at 10:03 PM sharp, same booth, same scotch. I didn’t look at anyone else, not the girls in sequins, not the men in leather jackets whispering about guns they’d never fire.

I sat down and waited for her.

And when she came, I didn’t move nor smiled, I just watched her.

She was wearing black again, atighter cut this time. Her hair was up, exposing the delicate curve of her neck.

And her eyes…

Still watching.

Still fearless.

She set the drink down like she hadn’t spent all day thinking about why I was back.

“Macallan 25. No ice, no questions,” she said again with a steady voice.

I looked up slowly, letting the moment stretch, not to intimidate her, but to savor her.

“Join me for a drink,” I requested, just to hear her response.

Her answer was sharp and smooth. “That’s not allowed here, we keep by the rules.”

I almost laughed, she was even better than I thought.

Most girls like her played their parts well and tried to flirt their way into comfort. But Luna was different, she doesn’t give in easily, and that made her more interesting and dangerous.

She walked away before I could reply.

Smart move.

Let her keep control by retreating.

But soon, I will get her all to myself.

People don’t understand how obsession starts. It’s not always lust, sometimes it’s the way someone sees you or doesn’t, the way they walk away without asking for anything. Not your name, not your money, not your approval.

——

Later that night, the alley behind Velvet was quiet.

I stood in the shadows, leaning against the wall with a cigarette between my fingers. The smoke curled into the air and the tip glowed orange with every slow drag.

Then, the club’s back door creaked once and then she came out.

Even in the dark, she looked like she didn’t belong in a place like this, too sharp, too aware, too calm. She didn’t stumble and didn’t rush, her walk was steady, like she owned her space. She leaned against the wall across from me, took a breath, and looked up at the night sky.

I let a few seconds pass before I spoke.

“You’re hard to forget,” I said.

She turned fast, and was caught off guard only for a second.

Her eyes landed on me, and she didn’t flinch. “And you’re hard to avoid,” she replied, folding her arms.

I stepped forward a little. “I didn’t come to scare you.”

She raised a brow. “Then why are you here?”

I cleared my throat. “To remind you that I meant what I said.” I flicked the cigarette aside and took a step closer. “I don’t give my name for nothing.”

She narrowed her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean? You want me to fall for you just because you introduced yourself?”

Now I really wanted to laugh.

“No,” I said, with a low voice. “I expect you to understand what happens next.” My words made her tensed just slightly.

“And what exactly happens next?” she asked.

I looked her over, not just her face, but the way she stood, the way she didn’t back down. Most people couldn’t hold my stare for more than a second.

But Luna didn’t even blink.

“I want to see you again,” I said. “And again, until I don’t want anyone else.”

Her lips parted slightly, she didn’t say anything, but I saw amusement in her eyes or maybe even something more darker.

I didn’t press her for an answer because I didn’t needed to. I’d already made my move.

Again, the back door creaked open.

“Luna? You good?” her friend called, the blonde one from inside that has a sharp tongue.

“Yeah,” Luna replied, still watching me. “Just heading home.”

I held her gaze one more time. “I’ll see you soon.”