Claimed by the Capo - A Forced Marriage Age-Gap Mafia Romance - Second Kings Book 3 - Amanda Horton

Jul 31, 2026

A young event planner, Federica, navigates chaos and financial pressure while getting ready for a high-stakes job in Tribeca. An elevator malfunction and a mistaken corridor lead her into a secure space filled with expensive art and private-company tension. When security stops her, her attempt to reach Valerio Greco—her estranged “boss” and former best friend—exposes the emotional pull beneath her professionalism. The story builds toward a forced, age-gap mafia romance marked by captivity, loyalty, and dangerous family ties.

LanguageEnglish

CategoryStory & Novel

FormatPDF

Pages144

Reading Time3 h 42 min

AccessFree to download

Contents

Federica

Valerio

Epilogue: Federica

Epilogue: Valerio

CLAIMED BY THE CAPO A FORCED MARRIAGE AGE-GAP MAFIA ROMANCE SECOND KINGS BOOK 3 AMANDA HORTON OCEANOFPDF.COM Copyright © 2026 by Amanda Horton All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Formatted with Vellum [OceanofPDF.com](OceanofPDF.com) CONTENTS 1. Federica 2. Valerio 3. Federica 4. Valerio 5. Federica 6. Valerio 7. Federica 8. Valerio 9. Federica 10. Valerio 11. Federica 12. Valerio 13. Federica 14. Federica 15. Valerio 16. Valerio 17. Federica 18. Valerio 19. Federica 20. Valerio 21. Federica 22. Valerio 23. Federica 24. Federica 25. Valerio 26. Federica 27. Valerio 28. Federica 29. Federica 30. Valerio 31. Federica Epilogue: Federica Epilogue: Valerio [OceanofPDF.com](OceanofPDF.com) T 1 FEDERICA he ﬂorist had cancelled at three and the caterer had sent a vegan event a tray of pancetta tarts at four. At ﬁve forty-six on a Tuesday, I am standing on a loading dock in Tribeca in a cocktail dress and heels, slamming the button on the outer service elevator, which appears to be stuck. This is, somehow, still not the worst Tuesday I have had this month. Event planning is a thankless job. Unfortunately, it’s also the one thing I’m great at. Which means I get paid well for it. That also means another month of not ruining my credit despite my brother’s constant requests for bailout money. I immediately feel bad for the direction of my thoughts. Camillo is a good person. His investments are risky, but I believe in him. It’s why I keep accepting the most atrociously disorganized jobs, spend my nights trading instead of sleeping, and foot the bill in secret for our parents. They already have one daughter they think is a failure. They should get to have, at least, one kid to brag about at parties. Camillo’s investments will pay off one day. I just have to grit my teeth until then. My phone buzzes. ROSE: Tulips on the way!!! I close my eyes and exhale in relief. Rose is not, technically, our ﬂorist. Our ﬂorist cancelled lastminute. Rose stepped in because she owed Savannah a favor and Savannah, sainted creature, called me at eleven and said Rose can do it, you’re saved, you owe me a martini. I type back one-handed. FEDERICA: You’re a lifesaver. Three minutes later, the elevator deigns to answer my call. I throw myself inside before some asshole can call it back up without me. As the evil machine of heights takes me to my event’s ﬂoor, I ﬁnd myself pulling out my phone to vent. The contact my ﬁngers scroll to automatically is one I haven’t texted in six months. Valerio Greco. My heart clenches. I tell myself it’s just stress. Deﬁnitely not my emotions leaking out the second I’m too overwhelmed to keep them locked down tight. He’d know what to say. Rio always knew what to say. But he’s not Rio anymore. Hasn’t been for a long time. He’s“boss” and “sir” and “capo” and a million other titles that have eaten away at my best friend. Technically, my brother’s best friend, but he was always ﬁrst in my heart. It hurt to discover I was nowhere near the top in his. I pocket my phone, swallow the knot in my throat, and go back to work. I wasn’t expected here until seven, but this is what happens when your vendors all collectively decide to fuck up at the sametime: you improvise. I throw myself into the ﬁrst door I see. It swings hard. The handle on the other side is a metal bar. I hear it click behind me, but don’t pay attention, too busy running against the clock. Except this place feels wrong. It takes me two seconds to realize why. This corridor has a runner. An actual runner: long, dark, laid down so footsteps would be mufﬂed. The walls are paneled. There is art on the walls.

FAQs

Federica is doing what when the story begins?

Federica is working an event in Tribeca. She handles last-minute vendor failures and tries to reach her event space on time.

Why does Federica end up in a restricted corridor?

She enters the wrong area during the rush, and a security setup and a door design prevent her from simply exiting as expected.

Who is Valerio Greco to Federica?

Valerio Greco is her former close friend, now connected to mafia power and titled as her “boss/capo.” His presence triggers strong emotions and unresolved history.

Jul 31, 2026

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