Sneek Peek Savage Claim
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Isabella:
Running away from Lorenzo Vitali was supposed to be my salvation. Instead, it signed my death warrant.
Lorenzo’s enemies will stop at nothing to make him suffer.
And now they have me as a hostage.
I’m only alive because they want Lorenzo to watch what they do to me—to our unborn child.
They think it will break him.
What they don’t realize is that my ruthless lover would kill to keep me safe.
And I fear that might make me want him even more.
Lorenzo:
Love is a weakness I swore never to feel again.
But Isabella shattered my resolve. She became my weakness—and now my enemies want to exploit it.
They think taking her will break me. They don’t understand the truth: my love for her isn’t a weakness. It’s a weapon.
And I will wield it mercilessly.
Isabella is mine. Her safety, her life, and the future we’ve created—everything is mine. And there’s nothing I won’t destroy to get her back.
They should’ve killed me when they had the chance. Because now?
I’ll burn their world to the ground.
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Chapter 1: Lorenzo
I was fucking exhausted. The casino was beyond repair, and it was going to take weeks to clear the rubble. They were still pulling bodies—or body parts, rather—from the worst of it when we headed home.
Damian and I came in through the kitchen door, and all I wanted was to collapse into my bed. Preferably with Isabella tucked into my side, assuming she had stopped pouting.
But my plans changed when we found Cristian sitting at the counter, holding a towel against his head. “What the fuck?”
Cristian looked at me. “I need staples.”
Panic grabbed me by the neck. “Where is Isabella?”
My younger brother scoffed and then winced. “Who do you think did this to me?” he asked.
Damian and I glanced at each other, and then he went for the first aid kid that we kept under the sink. I went to my brother’s side, taking the towel gently from his grasp. I lifted it up enough to see the gash underneath. I couldn’t see his skull, which was good, but it was still bleeding heavily. I held the towel back down. “Tell me what happened.”
“She hit me with a lamp.”
While Damian set up the skin stapler, Cristian recounted how Isabella grabbed a lamp and cracked him on his head. Anger burned in my chest. “Where did she go?”
Cristian gave me a deadpan look. “I passed out , Enzo. How the fuck would I know that?”
Fucking Christ. I looked at Damian. “Can you handle this?” My vicecapo nodded, and I stomped out of the kitchen. I heard the first thunk of the stapler, and Cristian swore out loud.
“Give me something to drink, first, Jesus.”
“You probably have a concussion,” I heard Damian say. “You can’t drink on top that.”
More swearing as the second staple was shot through his skin. My focus shifted to finding her. I marched up the stairs and made a quick sweep of the house. Isabella wasn’t there.
My vision went red and hazy. It felt like a hand had grabbed the inside of my throat and squeezed. It was the kind of anger that usually only surfaced when someone brought up Sienna.
Isabella left me. She actually fucking left me and took my child with her.
I lashed out, and my fist hit the wall. The drywall crushed under the hit, and dully, I realized that the skin across my knuckles had split. The small ache did nothing to quell the throbbing anger in my chest. Instead, I struck the wall again and again. Blood spattered down the wall and my wrist.
Still, I wasn’t satisfied.
The upstairs hallway became a ruin. Everything that I could get my hands on—tables, artwork, mirrors—exploded into fragments. Amalia was going to be furious when she got home, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
I stomped back downstairs. Damian had finished with Cristian; there was a bandage covering part of his head now, and Cristian was rubbing at the dried blood on his face. “Enzo,” he said, and then he saw my hands. “Jesus, let me bandage your knuckles.”
But my focus was completely on the key rack. I scoured it, but I couldn’t see what was missing. “What car did she take?”
Damian glanced behind him. His eyes scanned over the keys. “The Audi,” he said, and then his eyes met mine. “We can track it.”
“Do it,” I said.
“Bandages first,” Cristian insisted.
I didn’t want to, but I allowed them to bully me into a chair. While Damian went for a laptop to track the Audi, Cristian dabbed at my knuckles with alcohol and wrapped my hands with medical tape. “What are you going to do when you find her?”
“That’s not a question for a priest to ask.”
Cristian’s expression soured. “I’m not a priest, fratellone .”
“Semantics.”
“Enzo,” Damian said, and my head snapped to him. “I found it.”
I stood, but looked back at Cristian. “Are you going to be okay?” I asked, and my brother waved us off, assuring me that he could take care of himself.
We were going to find Isabella, and when I brought her home, I would make sure she would never be able to leave again.
Grab your copy of Vitali Mafia: Book Two ‘Savage Claim’
Available June 5, 2025