Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

“But how will it happen?” Rita demanded. “Who will we hire this time? The crime lord of this city—hell, of this entire country—is none other than Rosa’s so-called protector. God knows why he’s suddenly so interested in keeping her safe and backing her, when in the past he couldn’t even stand the sight of her.”She groaned and downed another shot of whiskey.“Don’t worry,” Alberto said calmly. “I’ve made plenty of connections over the years. I’ll make it happen. No one will suspect a thing—after all, I’m Laura’s uncle, and she’s about to become Luciano Mancini’s wife.”A smug smile spread across his face.“And even if something does go wrong… we’ll simply remove the threat from our path and walk away clean.”Rita grew more confident after Alberto laid out his plan.“Yes, that bitch has to die. No one is taking the wealth of Prose and Stanza—or the life we’ve built so far,” she said.“That stupid girl really thinks she can win against us,” Alberto scoffed, shaking his head as he poured a

Rosa paid the taxi and stepped out onto the quiet street.Neon lights flickered above the restaurant, their glow cutting through the late-night darkness. The place looked almost empty—like it was on the verge of closing.She tilted her head up, staring at the sign for a moment, and then took a deep breath.She still couldn’t understand why Laura had asked to meet here.They had never been close. Not even as children. Laura had never liked her—not as a cousin, not even as a person.And Rosa had never known why.What had she ever done to deserve that kind of hatred?She exhaled slowly, the cool night air brushing against her skin, then tightened her grip on her sling bag.Whatever this was… she needed answers.Pushing the door open, she stepped inside.The soft chime of the bell echoed faintly in the near-empty space. Only a couple of tables were occupied, and the staff was already beginning to clean up for the night.Her eyes scanned the room.And then she saw her.Laura sat at a corne

Rosa stood alone on the dark road, beneath a flickering streetlight, waiting for a ride.One by one, her ride requests kept getting canceled. She had been waiting for far too long, but no taxi passed by.This area—where she had come to meet Laura—was in the opposite direction from her home. Walking back would take at least two hours.And at this hour… in the darkness… she knew better than to take that risk.So she stayed where she was, standing under the faint neon glow spilling from the restaurant behind her—drawing what little comfort and courage she could from it.Suddenly, a car pulled up beside her.Her body tensed instantly.

Samuele smiled faintly.“Because I’m a good reader, Rosa,” he said. “And I can read your face. It tells me you have something… something that makes you confident about your victory.”His words caught her off guard, but she quickly masked it with a frown.“Faces can lie,” she said. “Didn’t you read that too?”He nodded, a soft smile still on his lips.“They can,” he agreed. “But I know my heart wasn’t lying. It’s never deceived me.”Rosa looked at him—and this time, she really looked. She didn’t shy away from his gaze as her eyes lingered on his face.Then she exhaled softly.“Okay, fine… you’re right,” she admitted. “I happened to find something that could turn everything in my favor. And finally… I’ll get what I’ve wanted for so long—justice for my parents… and those criminals behind bars.”“What is it that makes you so confident?” Samuele asked calmly.Rosa bit the corner of her lower lip. She was conflicted.She hadn’t even told her attorney yet—and she wasn’t going to tell Samuele

“Ah!” Laura gasped in pain as she collided with a hard wall of muscle. Her eyes shut instinctively as she braced herself for the fall—but it never came. Instead, she found herself caught securely in a pair of strong arms.She slowly opened her eyes… and met a pair of dark ones watching her intently.“God, you’ve become so solid—like a mountain,” she muttered, her tone half-complaining, though her gaze lingered over his broad frame.He wore a crisp white shirt that clung to his body as if molded to his skin, the top buttons left open, no tie in sight. A black jacket rested over it, paired with tailored black slacks. Effortlessly sharp… and undeniably attractive.For a moment, Laura let herself look—really look.Then she realized… he was doing the same.His gaze moved slowly over her, deliberate, intense—taking in every detail. Beneath the beige trench coat, it felt as if he was stripping her bare with nothing but his eyes.Laura was a supermodel—stunning, confident, with a body most wo