Torn between mafias のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Lust and love Luther POV“Get me a cappacino cofee” I said to my cook as I made way to the varenda, fresh air hit me as it calmed my nerves while sending chills down my spine, I could feel blood pumping on my below as my thought raced immediately to rose.I remembered the club, her eyes, her hands, how she drew me closer and lastly her moans.“Was this lust or love ?” I thought to myself but I definitely was sure that it wasn’t just lust , I’ve been with other women sexually I didn’t really think of them that much.And I didn’t miss that even sexually as much as I missed rose.“Someone is here to see you “ Marco cut into my thought as I turned to face him.“Who could be here this early “ “ it Marylin sir “ he said as I scoffed , “Let her in ““Hello dear” Marylin walked in her fragrance filling the room , her gown red and white revealing , she knew I also liked red and she definitely had a motive.“Why are you here so early Marylin” my tune firm.“I’m just here to see you , yunno j


Luther’s POVI laughed inwardly as I heard about the loss of my men, Not out of joy. Never that.But the audacity. The sloppiness. The betrayal that bled through every bullet wound. They knew the risks. And I—well, I don’t take failure lightly.Somewhere in the shadows of my underground office, Marco stood silently, watching my expression shift as I tapped the side of my glass. Whiskey neat. No ice. No weakness.Then the burner phone buzzed.Once. Twice.Persistent.“Get me that phone,” I called out to Marco without even turning.He obeyed immediately, placing it in my palm like he was handing over something sacred.Unknown number. But I already knew who it was.I picked up, voice cold and collected.“Speak.”“Luther.”
Vicenzo. His voice slithered down the line like oil on steel. “Your shipment arrived earlier than expected. But unfortunately, there was… a complication.”My jaw clenched. “You mean a screw-up.”He chuckled dryly. “Don’t be dramatic. A few losses, that’s all. Nothing

Rose POVThe soft hum of fluorescent lights above did little to distract me from the chaos brewing in my chest.I tapped away at my keyboard in a half-hearted rhythm, pretending to be engaged in the spreadsheet on my screen. But my mind? My mind was miles away—stuck in the depths of hazel eyes, calloused fingers, and the way my name had rolled off Luther’s lips like a low curse and a silent prayer.“Miss Daniels,” my manager, Victor, called out, standing by my cubicle with a stack of files. “Could you review these contracts before the end of the day?”I blinked out of my daze, forcing a polite smile. “Sure, of course. Leave them here.”He nodded and walked away, but I could feel his eyes linger a second too long. I hated that being watched, analyzed. Ever since that incident with Vicenzo became semi-public, people had stopped looking at me as just a normal marketing strategist and more like the girl caught between two devils.If only they knew how much worse it really was.I sighed a

Rose POVI was in the middle of a deep sleep when the knock came.
It was soft at first, like maybe I had imagined it. But then it came again—firmer, deliberate.I groaned, rolling over, wondering who in the world would be at my door this late. My mind immediately went to Martha; she’d said she might stop by. Maybe she forgot her key again.Dragging my blanket off, I shuffled to the door.The moment I opened it, my breath caught.Luther.
Standing there, looking unfairly handsome under the dim porch light. Dark shirt, sleeves rolled up, a bouquet of roses in one hand and a small black velvet box in the other. His eyes—sharp yet… softer than I’d ever seen them—were fixed on me like I was the only thing in the world worth looking at.I froze. “What are you doing here?” My voice came out softer than I intended, almost like I was afraid to scare him away.He stepped inside without breaking eye contact, the faintest smirk on his lips. “I could ask you the same thing, but… I guess you’ve be

Rose’s POVFor a moment, I just stared at him, my chest rising and falling faster than it should.
Was it another woman?
Some secret fling?
Or maybe someone more important than me?The thought burned like acid in my chest. I wasn’t the jealous type — at least, that’s what I’d always told myself. But the way that phone kept ringing, like it was desperate to be answered, made my skin prickle.And then I saw it.
The name flashing on the screen.
Vicenzo.My throat tightened. “It’s… Vicenzo?” My voice came out small, almost unsure.
He ran a hand down his face, clearly annoyed, but not at me. “It’s nothing, Rose.”
“Nothing?” I let out a shaky laugh, but it wasn’t funny. “Then why not pick up? Why ignore it if it’s nothing?”He hesitated. That tiny pause was enough to feed the storm building inside me.
“You know what, forget it,” I muttered, grabbing my purse and standing up.Before I could take a step, his hand wrapped around my wrist. Firm, warm, steady.
The contact sent a shiver down m