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Luciano reacted instantly. He withdrew his hand and pulled Rosa’s top back down, his movements sharp and efficient as he covered her. Rosa scrambled into a sitting position, reaching for Renzo and scooping him into her lap in one fluid motion.“Shhh, baby, I’m here. Mommy is here,” Rosa cooed, rocking him desperately in her arms. But Renzo’s sobs only intensified; his eyes remained clamped shut, his body rigid as if he were still trapped deep within the nightmare.Seeing him like this, Rosa’s own eyes welled with tears. “Renzo, baby, please wake up. Open your eyes for Mommy.”“No, Mommy!” Renzo wailed again, the word breaking into a ragged sob. “I won't open my eyes. They will kill me.”Watching Rosa’s helplessness and his son’s terror, Luciano felt a pained emotion he had never known—as if his heart were being hollowed out of his chest. He moved quickly, reaching out to take Renzo from her arms. Rosa looked up at him, her face tear-streaked and her expression filled with a dazed con
The sensation coursed through Rosa like an electric current, leaving her paralyzed by a mix of fury and a feeling she refused to name. Her hands clamped onto the covers at her sides, her breath hitching in shallow pants.“Luciano, stop... this is my body... you can’t do this,” she protested, her voice little more than a ghost of a whisper.Luciano didn't pull away. Rosa reached down, her hand finding his head with the intent of shoving him back, but then she felt the warm glide of his tongue against her skin. He left a trail of warmth across her skin, his lips lingering at her navel as if he were worshipping the life growing inside her. The sensation shifted into something deeper, something far more like lust.Rosa clamped a hand over her mouth, desperately muffling the moan that threatened to escape.But Luciano didn't stop. Rosa’s breathing accelerated, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird. Her body was acting of its own accord, betraying her despite her mind’s fr
The next morning, Rosa woke to find Renzo curled tightly against her. She smiled, pressing a lingering kiss to her son’s temple. Taking a deep breath to steel herself for the day, she started to turn—only to freeze. Her eyebrows shot up in shock.Luciano was there. His head was resting on the mattress right beside her pillow, though his body was still slumped on the floor.She didn't move at first. She simply stared at his face, noting his slightly parted lips and the rare, relaxed softness of his features in deep sleep. She couldn't fathom why he was here, or why he would choose to sleep in such a punishing position. None of his behavior made sense to her anymore.Despite herself, her heart ached. She couldn't stop the instinctual surge of worry from bubbling up. Reaching out, she slowly shook his shoulder.His eyes snapped open. For a split second, he stared at her as if she were a dream he wasn't ready to leave.“You’ll have a backache and neck pain if you stay like that,” she whis
Luciano returned home late that night, the mansion cloaked in darkness by the time he arrived. He walked with his jacket draped over one shoulder and his tie hanging loose. The top buttons of his white shirt were undone—a clear testament to the grueling day he’d endured.He went straight to Renzo’s room, cautious as he eased the door open. As the room came into view, he released a breath he didn't know he was holding. The sight before him was like a wave of fresh air, washing away the stress and weariness of the day's troubles.Renzo was fast asleep, but Rosa was there too, tucked in beside him on the tiny bed meant for a child. She must have fallen asleep while putting him to bed. Or perhaps, he realized she was trying to avoid him—too nervous at the thought of having to share a room with him that she chose the cramped comfort of a toddler's bed instead.Luciano leaned against the doorframe, watching them for a long moment before quietly crossing the room. A rare, genuine smile appear
A few minutes later, Luciano’s car pulled up before his secret mafia base. He stepped out of the vehicle, followed closely by Luca and Reid. On the surface, it was a high-end club that operated twenty-four-seven, filled with pounding music and neon lights—but no one knew what happened beneath the floorboards.They passed through the entrance, where massive bouncers stood guard. No one moved to check them; everyone there knew exactly who Luciano was. As they moved through the corridor, the sharp scents of expensive alcohol, thick smoke, and deafening music hit them, but they pushed forward without a glance.They reached Luciano’s private office, where he pressed a button and a hidden door in the wall slid open to reveal a secret elevator leading downward. Only his most trusted men knew this base existed. While he had other sites across the city, this one was specialized for high-profile prisoners and the most confidential meetings.The elevator descended to the secret basement. When th
Rosa hurried to get away from the man she had once loved. She walked so fast her breathing turned into heavy pants, finally stopping only when she felt the distance was enough to breathe without his suffocating presence. She pressed her back against the wall, her legs weak and trembling from the nerves, the anger, and the raw emotions she had just poured out at her ex-husband.Now, her heart felt strangely lighter, but she also felt exposed. She had bared her soul to a man who could never understand what love was or how to handle someone else's feelings. He was probably laughing at her, or worse, feeling proud that he still had the power to make her feel so pathetic.Taking a few deep breaths, she calmed herself and composed her expression before opening the door to her son’s room. A smile automatically graced her face when she saw Renzo beaming and laughing, while Lucy and Luca playfully fought over a toy.“Mommy!” Renzo chirped the second he spotted her. “Come look! Lucy and Uncle Lu
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
Rosa exhaled, gathering courage as she tried to wriggle free from his arm.“Please… let me tell him that I’m going with you, so he can go home. Please,” she implored. She knew Samuele would be worried—he had no idea what was going on between her and her ex-husband. She needed to reassure him, or he
Luciano Mancini had walked in, and all heads turned toward him. After all, who didn’t know him?His face was the same as always—cold, unreadable—but the air around him shifted the moment he stepped inside. His dark aura, the ruthless confidence in his stride, and that dangerously perfect face made
The car stopped beside her, and she startled when the door was suddenly flung open. Her instincts kicked in, and before she could run, a deep voice rumbled, “Get in.”Rosa blinked, glancing at the open door and then at him. He had removed his coat, loosened his tie, and rolled the sleeves of his wh







