Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex
He never said I love you.
Normally, Rosa didn't feel the need to hear it; everything he did for her, from the way he protected her to the private island he had just bought her, spoke far louder than words ever could. But watching Lucy, she couldn't stop a stray, bittersweet thought from creeping into her mind: Did he actually love her, or were they just together because it was right?
Lucy’s voice broke through her thoughts again. “Okay, I love you, I love you, I love you, my Superman.” She giggled softly, lowering her voice to a playful whisper. “Tonight. Okay, bye.”
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