All Chapters of Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The voice was so authoritative and intimidating that the entire room froze. Every head turned toward its owner—and so did Rosa’s.The first thing she noticed was a hand emerging from the shadows of the hallway—long, steady fingers gripping a smoldering cigarette. Then, with powerful, measured strides, the man himself stepped into the fluorescent glow of the atrium. In a perfectly tailored black suit, its sharp lines fitting his broad frame like armor, he looked like a storm in human form—tall and imposing, with a face that was almost cruelly handsome. Beneath the jacket was a crisp white shirt, the collar framing a black tie that added to the cold elegance of his appearance.A shadow of dark stubble traced his jawline, and his brow was set in a signature frown that felt less like an exp

One hour earlier…Luciano was sitting in his car, with Luca driving them toward his office, when his phone rang. It was the man he had assigned to follow and guard Rosa.From the bodyguard, he learned that Rosa was on her way to her father’s publishing house. The news immediately put him on edge.“Luca,” he said sharply, “do we have any leverage over Prose and Stanza Publishing House?”Luca swallowed. He knew exactly why Luciano was asking. His boss had long wanted to gain control over the publishing house so he could return Rosa’s father’s legacy to her. Luciano had even ordered them to buy the company if necessary.Reid had been working on that order.But then the emergency in Sicily had happened, and both Luciano and Reid had to rush there. Luciano had returned, but Reid had been forced to stay behind until the matter between the gang leaders was fully resolved.The problem was that explaining delays to Luciano was never easy—especially when the matter concerned his ex-wife.“Boss,

Luciano had been furious with Rosa for lying to him. He had avoided going to see her because he knew he wouldn’t be able to control the monsters inside him—and he might end up hurting her.But that morning, when he heard she was going to Prose and Stanza, his anger turned into worry. He didn’t know how or why, but he just knew Rosa would need him there.He had felt the same instinct ever since Laura had kidnapped her and tried to harm her—with his own mother involved in the plot. After that, he simply couldn’t leave Rosa alone among those wolves who had no morals.Yet he had never imagined that the moment he saw her, all his anger and frustration would fade so easily. Now, standing in front of her, he felt ready to give her anything she asked for.Rosa blinked at him, dumbfounded. What was wrong with her ex-husband—the man who had always been cold and heartless?Was he flirting with her?Saying those sweet, unbelievable lines and helping her, even going out of his way to do it.Hell,

"Now, scream my name."His voice was a low, deep growl. One hand remained clamped around her tied wrists, while the other anchored her hips, refusing to let her slip away from his harsh, brutal thrusts."Oh, God!" Rosa moaned, her mind suspended in a haze of fear and desire. The position was agonizing, her body stretched to its limit against the desk, but she couldn't focus on the discomfort. A different kind of pain had occupied her senses.The way he stretched her made it feel as though he might split her apart. It had only been a week since he was last inside her, but he felt impossibly long, thick, and long as he fucked her right now. Yet, the muscles of her greedy pussy refused to let him slide out, clenching instinctively around his rod to trap him inside her. It was madness; the man was dangerously, purely addictive, forcing her body to betray her own common sense.She hadn't even seen him open his pants, but the urgency in his movements told her he had been holding back for far

“Careful, Alberto,” Luciano’s voice cut through the air, low and dangerously smooth. “The last man who raised his voice to me found himself without a tongue to speak with.”The hallway went deathly silent. Even Rosa shivered. It wasn’t just the words—it was the lethal ice in his tone, a coldness that felt like the edge of a blade pressed against a throat.“It’s… it’s my office,” Alberto stammered. His voice had lost its bark, dropping into a thin, desperate whine of indignation. “And your assistant... he had the audacity to bar my entry!”“It was your office,” Luciano corrected him. The words weren't shouted; they were delivered with the cold, absolute finality of a judge passing a death sentence. “You can find another room. As of now, this office is mine—I’ve officially won the majority of the shares.”A heavy silence followed before Alberto’s voice returned, desperate now. “Luciano, listen... give me some time. I will pay you back every cent.”“I don’t need your money. I wanted this