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Renzo tapped his small chin, thinking it over before replying. “They are… nice,” he said, then looked at Rosa with a bright smile. “And Nonna Luciana is so good to you. She even cooks for you.”Rosa's heart swelled, and she ruffled his dark hair affectionately as a tender smile graced her lips. “Yes, they are very nice. And you know, Nonno Edoardo was actually my grandfather’s childhood friend.”“Really?” Renzo's eyes went wide with pure eagerness.“Yes, sweetie,” she replied softly.“Tell me more!”Rosa pressed her lips together, her face lighting up with playful excitement. “Okay, come with me to the kitchen. I will tell you some stories about my childhood while I prepare lunch.”“Okay, but I want pizza!” Renzo negotiated quickly.Rosa let out a soft sigh, a chuckle escaping her. She should have known. “Okay, baby,” she said, kissing the top of her son's head.Hand in hand, the two of them began walking toward the kitchen.*In the evening, Luciano searched for Rosa’s number in his
Reid pushed the door open with such urgency that both Luca and Luciano instantly snapped their heads toward the entrance. When they saw how pale Reid's face had turned, their brows furrowed in deep concern.“What’s wrong with you, Reid?” Luca asked first, his tone sharp. “How can you enter without knocking?”Reid frowned, shooting him a glare. “I am the Underboss, Luca. At least show me some respect.”“I only take orders from the Boss,” Luca replied defiantly.“Luca!” Luciano hissed.Luca immediately lowered his head and stepped back into line. Luciano stood up from his leather chair and walked over to Reid, his intense eyes locking onto his best friend. “Tell me what made you look like your darkest secret was just broadcast on the news.” Reid winced slightly at the statement. He looked down at his phone, swiped the screen to open the text message he had just received, and handed the device to Luciano.Luciano read the message. His face remained perfectly cold, but his eyes turned co
Renzo’s voice broke the spellbinding moment.“Oh god, living with a couple is so difficult.”His tired, dramatic voice made Rosa and Luciano both turn to look at their four-year-old, who was covering his eyes with his small hands.“Please, Mommy, Daddy, if you two are going to kiss, tell me in advance so I can close my eyes,” Renzo added in a whining tone.Luciano shook his head at his son. “Rosie, I am telling you, he is watching too many videos.”“And whose fault is that?” Rosa snapped in a low voice.Luciano simply rubbed the back of his neck before leaning in and quickly pecking her lips. Rosa’s eyes widened in surpri
“No,” he murmured in shock. “I didn't even know that you used to play chess.”Rosa nodded while resetting the board for another game. She and Renzo were going to keep playing until the little boy was tired enough to sleep. He was feeling weak after yesterday's chemo session, but he still wasn't tired enough to stay in bed all day. Keeping him busy was a tough task for Rosa, especially since he hated being left alone.“If you were a school champion, then why did you stop playing?” Luciano asked, stepping closer. “You should have continued.”The words had barely left his mouth when she replied flatly, “I got married.”Luciano’s face turned cold. He stared at her for a long, heavy moment before he finally spoke. “As I remember, there was no such rule in our marriage that required you to leave your hobbies behind.”Hobbies!Rosa’s hands froze over the board, her fingers tightening around a pawn. Chess wasn’t a hobby. It was her passion—a dream of becoming a world champion that now remaine
When Rosa gave him an upset stare—even though she was secretly giggling inside at his intense admiration—Luciano made that same innocent, sad face and whispered, "Trust me."Rosa turned away quickly to finally let out the smile that had been threatening to break for so long. She walked toward the bedroom door, calling out over her shoulder, "Both of you, come downstairs quickly. I am serving breakfast.""Okay, Mommy!" Renzo piped up.Simultaneously, the exact same words echoed from Luciano in a mocked toddler voice: "Okay, Mommy!"Rosa rolled her eyes and left the room, while Luciano scooped Renzo up and carried him into the bathroom to freshen up after his long night's sleep. Together, father and son washed their faces and brushed their teeth side by side, before Luciano finally carried the boy down the stairs.When they arrived at the breakfast table, Luciano stopped dead in his tracks, utterly stunned by the sheer amount of food Rosa had prepared.She was just setting down a heavy
"What is going on here? Huh?!"Her sharp, scolding tone rang through the bedroom, and the two guilty faces immediately looked up from the glowing phone screen to look at her. They had both been lying flat on their stomachs in the bed, their legs kicked up behind them, with their eyes glued to the screen. Luciano had been holding the device, his thumb casually scrolling up the exact second a reel finished and another one started. "Luciano, he is a child! You should know better—watching videos on a phone screen this early isn't good for his eyes," she complained, her voice tight with pure frustration.Luciano blinked up at Rosa like a deer caught in headlights. Before she could lecture him further, he quickly snatched the phone out of Renzo’s tiny hands and leaned down to whisper loudly to the boy, "Look, you've made Mommy angry at me. Now tell her it was your idea."Rosa puffed out an annoyed breath through her clenched teeth and parted lips, her eyes narrowing to tiny slits at the s
Luciano’s hand shot out instantly, and he grabbed her handcuffed wrists with one of his hands, pinning them against the headboard to stop her from bruising herself further. He leaned in, his dark blue eyes fixed on hers as he granted her wish, catching her nipple between his teeth and biting down ev
“We thought Luciano disposed of you like garbage and had you shipped out of the country,” Vittoria said, her lips curling with cruel satisfaction. “We never expected to see you again.”It was deliberate. A knife twisted into old wounds.“So how did you crawl back into Rome?” Chiara added in a mockin
“Why are we here?” she asked, looking up at him.He didn’t answer.Instead, he slid a cigarette between his lips. Luca stepped in instantly and lit it for him. Luciano took a long drag, exhaled smoke through his nose, then grabbed Rosa’s hand and dragged her forward, his stride long and ruthless.S
Luciano Mancini strode in wearing an impeccable black suit, every inch of him screaming power and danger, looking like a man carved by God himself. His charm usually stole every eye in the room—but this time it was the gun and dagger in his hands that commanded all the attention. His men stormed in







