CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA KINGS 1st of the Mafia Queen Series

Lyra's POV

Adrian's words kept replaying in my mind, an endless loop of threats and revelations that I still couldn't fully process.

A blood debt.

Bound to him and Leo through some twisted legacy? It sounded insane. Like something ripped straight from the stories my father never wanted me to hear. Tales of forgotten oaths, of power forged in blood and betrayal.

A part of me believed him.

The way he had looked at me,like I was something owed to him. Like I was a prize, a possession he had every right to claim. It wasn't just about power. It was deeper than that. Older.

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the darkened window, my mind spinning in endless circles.

How the hell did I end up here?

Caught between two men who wanted to own me. Two forces colliding, each willing to destroy the other just to stake their claim.

And i was nothing but a pawn.

The thought made me sick.

I gripped the sheets tightly, my nails digging into the fabric as if I could ground myself. As if I could hold on to some semblance of control. But in truth, I had none.

Leo had always been a storm: destructive, unyielding. He could shatter worlds with a single decision, and now, I was trapped in his orbit.

Then there was Adrian. Cold. Calculated. A man who wielded his bloodline like a weapon, who saw me not as a person but as a legacy he intended to claim.

Their war was inevitable.

And I was at the center of it.

I pressed a hand to my temple, forcing in a shaky breath. Think. There had to be a way out, a way to break whatever invisible chains had been wrapped around my wrists before I even understood what they were.

But no matter how many times I turned it over in my mind, the answer was always the same.

There was no running from this.

No hiding.

No escape.

A sharp knock at the door made me jump, ripping me from my spiraling thoughts.

Soft, but firm. The kind of knock that didn't ask for permission.

I knew who it was before I even turned.

Leo.

A chill crawled up my spine. Not from fear. From something worse.

I stood, smoothing my hair with trembling fingers, willing myself to keep it together. Breathe, Lyra. Don't let him see.

The door creaked open before I could speak.

Leo stepped inside, his movements slow, deliberate. He didn't need to fill the room to make it feel smaller. His presence did that all on its own.

He was dressed in black, as usual: sharp, commanding, completely in control. But his eyes... his eyes weren't calm tonight.

He closed the door behind him, locking it with a quiet click.

"Couldn't sleep?" His voice was low, measured, but I could hear the weight behind it.

I swallowed hard. "Too much on my mind."

He took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. Like a storm gathering right in front of me, pressing in, waiting to consume.

"I imagine so," he murmured. "Adrian got inside your head."

I stiffened and for some reason I felt like telling everything Adrian said. "He told me things... about our families. About debts."

Leo's jaw tightened. "Adrian's full of shit."

"But is he wrong?" I whispered. "Is he wrong about me being caught in something bigger than I can control?"

A flicker of something crossed his face. Anger. Frustration. A dangerous kind of restraint.

He exhaled sharply. "You're not caught, Lyra." His voice softened, but it didn't lose its edge. "You're here. Because I want you here."

A shiver ran down my spine at the weight of his words.

Not because of Mira.

Not because I was good at my job.

Because he wanted me here.

"Leo..." I started, my voice trembling, but he moved before I could stop him.

One step.

Two.

Then he was right in front of me.

His hand lifted, fingers grazing my chin, tilting my face up until my eyes met his.

"You think you can run from this?" he asked, his voice quiet, lethal. "From me?"

I tried to pull back, but his grip tightened, just enough to make it clear I wasn't going anywhere. My heart pounded, adrenaline and something else twisting inside me.

"You act like you still have a choice," he said, his lips inches from mine. "Like you're not already part of this."

"I do have a choice," I shot back, my voice sharper than I felt. "You don't get to decide my life for me."

His mouth curved slightly, a smirk that didn't reach his eyes. "Then why are you still here?"

I sucked in a breath.

"Why," he continued, his fingers tracing my jaw, slow and possessive, "do you react to me the way you do?"

My pulse slammed against my ribs.

"Tell me you don't feel this," he murmured. "Tell me you don't burn the way I do."

I clenched my fists at my sides. "This isn't-"

His lips crashed into mine.

It wasn't gentle. It wasn't soft.

It was possession.

Heat surged through me, burning away logic, sense: everything except the feel of him, the way his mouth moved against mine, demanding, relentless.

I should have fought harder.

I should have stopped him.

Instead, my hands fisted his shirt, my body betraying me as I pulled him closer.

A low growl vibrated from his chest as he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding into my hair, tilting my head back so he could take more.

I gasped against his lips, my body pressed flush against his, heat curling low in my stomach.

Damn him.

Damn the way he knew exactly how to unravel me.

He pulled back just slightly, his breath ragged. "You feel that, don't you?"

I couldn't answer.

Couldn't think.

His hands slid down to my waist, gripping me like he was staking his claim.

"You belong to me," he murmured against my ear, his voice dark, dangerous. "And I don't share."

I shoved against his chest, breaking the moment, panting. "You don't own me, Leo."

He exhaled harshly, his jaw clenching. "That's where you're wrong."

My stomach twisted. "You're just like Adrian."

His entire body went still.

Then, faster than I could react, he grabbed my wrist, dragging me closer until I had no choice but to meet his gaze.

"You really think that?" he asked, his voice dangerously low.

I swallowed. "I think you both see me as something to control."

He laughed softly, but there was no humor in it. "Adrian wants to break you." His thumb brushed against the inside of my wrist, his touch featherlight but electric. "I want to keep you."

My breath hitched.

"You're mine, Lyra," he murmured. "Not because I'm forcing you. But because you want to be."

I opened my mouth: to argue, to tell him he was wrong,but nothing came out.

Because deep down... was he wrong?

I hated him for making me question myself.

For making me want something I shouldn't.

His fingers curled around my chin again, tilting my face up. "I see you," he said softly, almost cruelly. "I see the way you fight, the way you resist. But you melt for me, Lyra."

I hated that he was right.

His lips hovered just above mine. "Say it," he whispered.

I clenched my fists. "Say what?"

His smirk returned.

"Say you're mine."

My entire body tensed. I glared at him, my breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

Then I did the only thing I could do.

I turned and walked away.

Not fast. Not running.

But slow. Deliberate.

Even though I could feel his eyes on me. Even though I knew this wasn't over.

Because it wasn't.

Because no matter how much I fought it

Leo Weston had already won.