All Chapters of Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex: Chapter 411 - Chapter 420

Luciano’s hand shot out, his fingers wrapping and slightly squeezing around the back of her neck as he pulled her face down close to his. “Baby, you really love to push my limits. But don't tempt me—I won't mind fucking you all over again.”Rosa frowned, looking more annoyed than actually angry at his rough handling. “Tyrant,” she muttered against his lips.He chuckled, the vibration rumbling directly into her mouth as he pressed a deep, lazy kiss to her lips. The sound of his dark, sexy laugh sent a sudden throb straight to her core. Unable to help herself, Rosa’s throbbing walls clamped down hard, squeezing his length still buried deep inside her. “Fuck, baby,” his chuckle instantly dissolving into a raw growl. “You’re starting it again.”“Me?!” Rosa gasped, feeling him instantly twitch and thicken inside her, growing rock-hard all over again.“No, no... I need to check on Renzo first,” she said hurriedly. She placed her hands flat against his chest and tried to push herself up, but

When Rosa woke up that morning, she found the bed empty—neither Renzo nor Luciano was beside her. Panic instantly flared in her chest, her heart racing with the sudden, anxious dread that something was terribly wrong. Hurrying out of bed, she threw open the bedroom door and rushed down the hallway.As she reached the top of the stairs, the faint murmur of voices drifted up to her, riding on the rich, warm aroma of freshly brewed espresso and sweet, buttery cornetti. Then, she heard it: Renzo’s distinct, bright giggle, followed by Luciano speaking in his usual, calm tone. Only then did her racing heart finally begin to settle.She walked slowly down the stairs, her steps lighter now. When she reached the dining hall, she spotted Luciano and Renzo sitting at the table. But they weren't alone. A woman in her mid-fifties was busy cooking in the kitchen, and from the adjacent room, the whir of a vacuum cleaner echoed as another woman, seemingly in her mid-forties, cleaned the house."Lucian

“Well, well. Look who finally hit rock bottom,” Marco said, his voice laced with smooth amusement.Laura’s expression twisted into an immediate mask of disgust. “What are you doing here, Marco?” she spat, keeping her tone low, conscious of the prison guards nearby.“I’m here to offer you a lifeline, little girl,” he murmured, a cold, calculated smirk playing on his lips. “Even though you were foolish enough to turn your back on me before.”Laura stared at him through the barrier. Marco Agosti was a man in his early forties, dripping with old money and inherited influence. For generations, his family had served the Mancinis—his father and grandfather building an empire under the don’s hand. They were wealthy and protected, but Marco wanted more. He was tired of living under another man’s thumb.“I don’t need your help, Marco,” she said coldly. She began to turn away, ready to walk back to her cell, but Marco’s next words stopped her dead in her tracks.“I came here because your mother b

Seeing the raw stress in Rosa’s voice, Lucy instantly felt terrible for pushing her buttons.“Rosie,” Lucy murmured, stepping closer and pulling her into a tight, comforting hug. “I’m so sorry. I was only teasing you because I wanted you to open your heart to me.”Rosa took a deep, shaky breath, leaning into the embrace and letting Lucy comfort her. After a long moment, Lucy slowly pulled away, keeping her hands reassuringly on Rosa's arms.“You don't have to be scared anymore,” Lucy said softly, looking directly into her eyes. “You have me. And your husband... Luciano Mancini would literally tear the entire world apart if anything ever happened to you. He loves you so much.”Rosa bit her bottom lip, looking away as the lingering doubt resurfaced. “I don't know, Lucy,” she murmured. “He’s never actually said those words to me. We are now together, and honestly, I never knew he could ever be so gentle and easily persuaded. He has changed his entire behavior around me. His tone is soft,

The interior was pitch black, saved only by a few dim overhead lights, and the air hung heavy with the foul, sour stench of water-damaged walls and rot.Luca came inside straight from the bright afternoon sun, and his eyes took a second to adjust to the dark. When he finally saw who was standing there, he couldn't hide his shock.“Tonio?!”He didn't even try to hide the disbelief in his voice. Then he laughed mockingly. “Fuck. The Don thinks we're all loyal. Meanwhile, his top guys are sitting in a wreck of a warehouse planning his hit.”“Welcome on board, Luca,” Marco said from a dark corner, right before he stepped out into the light.“Marco, fuck man, you really played it well this time,” Luca said, shaking his head. He looked over at Tonio—the Don’s chauffeur and bodyguard. The guy was with the boss twenty-four-seven, and the mafia king had no clue he was keeping his own killer right under his nose.However, this was all Laura’s idea. She knew Tonio would break—he had already let t