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

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Weston. He didn't just look intimidating; he was intimidating. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a black suit sharp enough to cut glass, a

as ruthless, powerful, and dangerous. The kind of man who controlled things most people coul

was here for the job, Because when your bank account was circling the drain,

y voice sharper than I fe

dn't need to ask twice. He turned and disappeared into the mansi

as a m

go in. But the agency email had been clear: generously paid, live-in required, no questions asked. And with

shadow, the weight of that ris

in all the light. The space felt more like a mausoleum than a home. No family photos. No kids' toys. Not even a stray jacket drape

e," I said, quickening my steps to keep up with h

back, his voice sharp enough to slice through my wor

No pr

The hallway was endless, the kind that seemed to stretch and darken as you walked. My sense

ening ever so slightly. "She doesn't speak much, bu

ke him: someone who probably had a hundred more important things to do,be so involved in

g on the ornate brass handle. For the first time, I caught something human in his expression: someth

was bright, warm, and alive in a way the rest of the house wasn't. In the center

s locked on me the moment I stepped inside. She didn't look scared, but there was something guarded a

el, forcing a smile.

d, but she didn't move, didn't speak. She just stared

a weight, pressing down on me, daring me to say or do the wrong thing. His dark eyes flicked between Mira

g back to Mira and gesturing to the pi

he was a fortress, small but impenetrable. I swallowed, my throat dry. I wasn

aid, his voice quieter now. He didn't s

uld feel Leo's gaze drilling into me, and the air between us was taut with unspoken tension. It wasn't just professiona

ll leave you two to get acquainted." His voice dropped

down the hallway, his footsteps fading into the distance. The house felt even bigger, emptier, wi

tween us, heavy and expectant. I wasn't used to this kind of quiet from kids. Usually, they were chatterboxes or

oloring?" I picked up a crayon from the floor, twirling it between my fingers. "I'm not v

t look like a lopsided dog. Mira's gaze flicked to my drawing, then back to my face.

heet of paper closer to her. "Or you can tell me what

ut she didn't pull away, didn't reject the crayon I offered. H

h of crayon on paper. I could feel her watching, her curiosity a quiet but palpable t

as something about this whole situation: about Mira, about Leo,that didn't ad

t that could happen when your new

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