All Chapters of Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex: Chapter 521 - Chapter 530

"Don't you dare, Laura," Luciano barked before he could even stop himself.The threat tore out of his mouth in a moment of pure panic, and the second the words left him, Rosa turned her head slowly to look at him. The tiny flicker of hope in her eyes—the hope that Laura was just a bitter liar—vanished completely.Seeing the light drain from her face made Luciano realize exactly how badly he had just made things worse. He squeezed his eyes shut, cursing violently under his breath."Baby, please... don't listen to her," he pleaded, reaching for her as he tried to repair the damage he had just caused. "Just go to our bedroom, and I'll handle this. I'll throw this woman out of our home myself.""You were the one who brought her here, Luciano," Rosa whispered, her bottom lip trembling as she pulled back from his touch."I know," he said through gritted teeth, clenching his empty hand and glaring at Laura with raw hatred. "And now I regret every single second of it."Rosa didn't look at him

"Don, three of our major shipments were intercepted last night," Luca said, his voice taut with suppressed anger. "Half our men are locked up on whatever charges the cops could fabricate, and the street gangs are pushing hard into our turf. It's turning into a war out there."Luca kept his posture rigid, standing firmly across the mahogany desk. He needed the Don to listen, but he kept his head clear—he knew the boundary, and he knew better than to cross it. "We need your order to strike back, sir. The city is watching."For weeks, Luciano had been like this— completely detached, absent from meetings and unresponsive at home. The entire Famiglia was beginning to feel the vacuum. Rivals could smell blood in the water, and the organization was losing ground by the day.Luciano didn't look at him. He sat there with a dark, hollow expression, his eyes red and his clothes disheveled, hair messily falling over his forehead. He leaned back in his leather chair, propping his boots up on the ma

When Rosa saw him looking at her, she averted her eyes and kept walking. She was on her way to meet Alessandra Vance. Alessandra had planned to come to Rome weeks ago, but her trip was canceled due to a family emergency, and the gang fights consuming Italy had postponed her visit even further. Finally, her husband had agreed to let her fly in to see Rosa, knowing Alessandra couldn't wait any longer to give her the critical information she had.Rosa was curious, but as she walked, she had watched this entire violent scene unfold before her eyes. It only made her blood boil. She already knew this whole bloody mess was happening because of her husband—the Italian don. What made her even angrier, though, was his physical appearance. He looked like a heartbroken, tragic lover boy, not a mature man taking their separation with any sense of grace or composure.She snapped her sunglasses over her eyes and kept walking down the street.Luciano didn't hesitate. He broke into a sprint to close th

"Giulia isn't your biological mother," Alessandra said.Rosa blinked. "Excuse me?"A bitter laugh hit her throat before she could stop it. She sat up straight, pulling back and crossing her arms across her chest as her chin went up. "What is that even supposed to mean?" Rosa asked, her voice tight. "She raised me. She was there every day. You don't get to come in here and tell me who my mother is."Alessandra nodded with quiet understanding. "I know how hard it is to hear that—to realize the woman you considered your mother wasn't yours by blood.""She is my mother," Rosa spat, her voice trembling with anger. "Don't you dare sit there and lie about a woman who isn't even in this world to defend herself.""Rosa, think about it," Alessandra urged gently. "Why did they go nine years without children, then suddenly you came into their lives, and after you, they never had any more?"Rosa's face hardened with rage, her fingers clenching into tight fists against the table. "That was their pe

As Rosa’s eyes met her husband’s, she just ran, throwing herself into his already open arms.He caught her seamlessly, as if he were built just to hold her and keep her safe.Then the sound broke out of her—a raw, aching cry straight from her heart. He stood there letting her weep for God knows how long, until the December rain started pouring down on them.Kane stepped up beside them, opening a large umbrella to shield them from the chilly rain, while Luciano lifted her into his arms and carried her toward the car. Tito was already there, holding the door open.Once they settled into the back seat, Tito slid into the driver’s seat, waiting for the Italian Don’s order."I'm taking you home, amore mio," Luciano whispered to Rosa, who was still clinging to his chest, sobbing in shaky hiccups.She wiped her wet eyes and looked up at him. "No!"Luciano sighed gently. "Please, Rosie...""I want to go to my childhood home," she cut in without letting him finish.He stared at her for a quiet