All Chapters of Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex: Chapter 381 - Chapter 390

“What do you want?” Their breaths mingled as she spoke in a whisper."Kiss me," he demanded in that familiar, bossy tone. Rosa, already breathless from the light brush of his lips, whispered, “Renzo is awake.”“The door is locked,” he whispered back, his eyes pinned to her trembling lips. He settled one of his knees onto the armrest, making himself comfortable for exactly what he had in mind. His hand slid into her soft curls, pulling the scrunchie free until her long hair spilled out across her back and around her face. He fisted his fingers into the strands, giving a possessive tug to angle her face up to his level.“Ah,” Rosa gasped, her lips parting and her face turning pink as she breathed out. “Lucy... she is here, in the kitchen.”“Let her wait,” he murmured as his voice turned raw, rough, and laced with pure desire.Then, without missing a single beat, he slammed his mouth onto her parted lips, fusing them together. The room filled with the sound of their ragged breathing, mu

Luca, Kane, and Reid were huddled around the mahogany table, tracking the Agosti syndicate's latest unauthorized movements.“The Agostis are stepping out of line, operating in the shadows without clearance,” Kane stated, his jaw clenched tight.“Yeah, and we need to tighten the leash on them,” Luca hissed, his nostrils flaring with irritation.The heavy office doors clicked open, and a sudden silence fell over the room as the Don stepped inside.They got straight to the point, handing Luciano the full briefing. “Don, the Agostis are playing a dangerous game,” Kane reported, sliding a folder across the wood. “They’re running off-the-book operations that never made it into their monthly reports. I flagged some severe discrepancies in their latest wire transfers. Someone is skimming, or they're funding something they don't want us to see.”Luciano leaned back, his sharp eyes cutting across the table. He deliberately fixed his gaze on one man who had been completely silent. “What’s your ta

Reid rolled his eyes, his tone laced with dry impatience. "Since when did we start talking about jewelry shopping instead of business?"Luciano shot him a curious glare laced with warning, but Kane couldn't help himself. He rattled on, a smirk playing on his lips. "Don't be jealous, sottocapo. The Boss got lucky—landed a wife and kids without even trying. You're just pissed you're still single."The teasing instantly backfired. In a blur of motion, the cold steel of a gun nozzle was pressed hard against Kane’s temple.Reid was wound dangerously tight today. "Shut the fuck up, Kane," he growled, rising to his feet. He hovered over the man, shoving the barrel deeper into Kane's skin, his knuckle whitening over the trigger.Before things could escalate to blood, Luciano moved with effortless authority, snatching the weapon cleanly out of Reid’s grip."Enough," Luciano commanded, his voice dropping an octave. "I thought this all was about me, but you’re taking this entirely too seriously.

In the deepest corners of her heart, Rosa still held onto a sliver of hope. Hope that things could actually work out. She wanted to believe that the picture-perfect life she used to dream about—being genuinely happy with the people she loved—wasn't some out-of-reach fantasy, but her actual reality.Honestly, after surviving so much trauma, so much pain, so many sleepless nights crying alone in the dark, that tiny spark of hope was the only thing keeping her grounded. It was her anchor to the old Rosa, the girl she never wanted to lose in the first place. And that dream was always about building a real family with the man she married. It was a dream she’d been carrying since the exact moment she first saw Luciano Mancini ten years ago.Unconsciously, her hand drifted down, her fingers gently tracing her still-flat belly. That peanut was still too small to sense the heavy thoughts weighing on her mind. Despite everything, her life was finally getting back on track. She had successful

Rosa looked around, her confusion mounting by the second. The entire store had been completely transformed. Elegant floral arrangements draped the walls, and the harsh, bright store lights had been replaced by a soft, dim glow. In the center of the room, the display cases had been cleared away to create an open space, where a small high-top table stood adorned with a single, pristine bouquet.And right there, in the middle of it all, stood the devil himself.Luciano Mancini. Looking as mouthwatering as always, he was clad in a tailored black suit and a stiff white shirt that looked as though they had been sculpted directly onto his powerful frame. Beside him stood his little clone. Renzo Mancini was holding his father’s hand, wearing the exact same smug smile. He, too, was dressed in a miniature black suit that fit him with flawless precision.Rosa’s brow furrowed, her mind scrambling to make sense of it. Just a few hours ago, she had left her son wearing cargo shorts and a cartoon-pr