Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 227

ARIELLA

When I woke up, if that’s what you want to call it....but when I came back to myself, it felt like surfacing from a stormy sea. I was gasping for air, but something kept pressing on me. I felt myself gripping onto something I couldn't touch. My head pounded. Every nerve inside my body screamed. The darkness from before clung to the edges of my vision. My mouth tasted like metal.

I opened my eyes, my chest rising and falling as I struggled to take in a breath while my heart hammered hard.

“Shhh… calm down,” a voice murmured nearby.

I opened my eyes fully and realized Alan was hovering over me.

“Alan,” I said, but my throat was dry.

“Here,” he said, producing water from behind the table and giving it to me.

I took a sip, looking around the room, trying to ground myself. For a moment, I thought I had imagined everything that had happened. But when I looked at Alan, I knew it wasn’t an imagination. It had happened.

“What’s going on, Alan? What is happening?” I asked, panic creeping in.

“I’m sorry, Ariella,” Alan said, urgency in his voice. “But we are in danger. We have to get out of here. Come on, quick.” He tried to pull me from the sofa, but I was still disoriented, still confused.

Then I remembered the body that had fallen on me. Christian....the man who had been tasked with protecting me, protecting us.

“Where’s Leon?” I asked, my voice shaking.

“It’s okay, he’s fine. He’s still upstairs, sleeping. All you have to do is pack your bags so we can leave,” Alan said, urgency cutting through his tone.

“You called me… Ariella,” I said, my mind spinning.

“Yes, it’s your name, isn’t it? Hurry up,” he said, helping me up and towards the stairs.

I turned to him, my confusion boiling over. “How did you know my name is Ariella? You’re supposed to know me as Ariana.”

That was the last straw. Alan raised his hand in frustration. “I know who you are, okay? I know your name is Ariella, so stop this. Just do what I tell you.”

I turned toward the door and froze. Christian’s body was no longer there.

“Who killed Christian? Who is even after me? What the hell is going on, Alan?”

I didn't understand why anyone would be after me or even try to kill me.

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