Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 171 - チャプター 180

Lucy was caught off guard, and for a second, her voice rose in a startled shriek. "No! She is my friend—just a very good friend, that's it."Luca nodded slowly, lowering his head. It looked as though his shoulders had suddenly become too heavy to carry his own weight. He kept his eyes fixed on his hands, refusing to look at her as he spoke in a strained voice. "So... there is no chance that you...""No, Mr. Santoro," she replied quickly, the words cutting through the small space between them.The silence that followed was suffocating. Unable to handle the tension a moment longer, Lucy reached for her handbag and began pulling out some bills to lay on the table. Staying there had become unbearable; she just wanted to run before she took back every lie she’d just told.But as she moved to set the money down, Luca’s hand shot out, grabbing her wrist. His eyes were intense and dark, burning with a mix of hurt and stubborn pride."No," he said, his grip firm but not painful. "It's on me."“

Luca arrived at the club owned and operated by Reid. Luciano had called him here to report, but the atmosphere inside the private room was unusually quiet. Luciano and Reid were already deep in conversation, drinks in hand. But what was strange tonight was that no naked women were dancing for them or pleasuring them in every way, as was usually the case in the late-night meetings in the club. Luca walked straight to their table. Without a single word of greeting, he grabbed the bottle, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and drowned it in one go. Luciano’s brow furrowed in a deep frown, and Reid sat back, genuinely shocked. Even Reid would never dream of disrespecting the Italian Don this way. He knew Luca was in deep shit for not greeting them or speaking a word, instead going directly for the drink as if he were alone. But to Reid’s surprise, Luciano got up from his seat and placed a hand on Luca’s shoulder. Luca suddenly spun and threw himself at Luciano, hugging him tightly. With

He looked down at his hands, his knuckles still white. “I was raised by a single mother. I know exactly how hard it is for a mother and child to survive in this godforsaken world. I can’t put her through that, even if I have to spend the rest of my life watching her from the shadows.”Luciano didn't argue. He reached out and patted Luca’s back with a firm, steadying hand, a rare gesture of assurance that Luca was making a man’s decision—even if it wasn't the Mafia way.“And Boss... thank you,” Luca’s lip trembled, his eyes glassy as he looked at the Don. “If you hadn’t called me when you did, I would have killed myself today—ramming into a heavy vehicle or driving my car off a cliff.”“Shut up, you fool!” Luciano scolded, his a

The trial commenced, and one by one, Rosa’s lawyer systematically presented the evidence of Alberto and Rita’s financial fraud. The room grew heavy as the paper trail exposed their greed. Finally, he played the recorded confession.As Rosa had strictly insisted, the lawyer kept the source anonymous at first, protecting Laura’s identity from the judge and the gallery. But the defense pushed back, demanding a witness to verify the recording. The moment of truth had arrived: the lawyer called Laura to the stand.Rosa’s heart hammered against her ribs. A cold fear washed over her—would Laura fold? Would she protect her blood at the last second and lie?But to Rosa’s shock, Laura stood tall. From the witness box, she testified clearly that it was her own mother and uncle who had orchestrated Carlo’s accident. She admitted, with a trembling hand over her heart, that she had recorded the confession herself.Alberto and Rita sat frozen, the blood draining from their faces until they were as p

When Luciano returned, Rosa straightened her back, instantly masking the sadness that had clouded her face. Luciano signaled to their waitress, who arrived moments later carrying a dust-covered bottle of vintage red. Rosa’s brow furrowed as the woman began to pour the dark liquid into two crystal glasses.The waitress leaned in, flashing a practiced, seductive smile at Luciano as she handed him his glass. “Enjoy your drink, Mr. Mancini,” she purred, her eyes lingering on his. “Please, let me know if there is anything else you need.”Luciano didn’t even look at her. He brushed her off with a sharp, dismissive flick of his fingers, his focus entirely on Rosa. The waitress’s smile faltered, and she quickly retreated.Luciano picked up a glass and held it out to Rosa.“I already ordered a frappuccino,” she said, her voice steady as she indirectly refused the wine.Luciano didn’t pull the glass back. “I canceled it,” he said smoothly. “We are here to celebrate your victory, Rosa. We’ll sta