All Chapters of Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Rosa took the elevator up the modest building where she had found a tiny apartment at the cheapest rent she could manage. She had to save every penny she earned, so she could afford Renzo’s treatment.Now her worries had doubled. Soon, she would have to support a second pregnancy as well—once she conceived. She had no idea how she was going to survive it all, but she had no choice except to keep moving forward. Her spirit wasn’t broken—not the spirit of a mother who would fight the world for her children.The elevator stopped at her floor. She unlocked her apartment and stepped inside. It was a cramped studio with a narrow kitchenette, a bed pushed against the wall, an attached bathroom, and a small balcony that kept the space from feeling completely suffocating.She had stopped dreaming of luxury long ago. She had learned to live like this five years ago, when her cruel mafia husband had left her with nothing but a shattered heart.She sighed as she opened the fridge and found only a

“Please… call me Samuele,” he again insisted firmly, yet softly.“Samuele,” Rosa swallowed at the casual use of his first name. “I don’t need a phone. When I have some spare money, I’ll just buy a used one,” she replied.Samuele shook his head slightly. “How about this? Let me buy you a phone, and you can pay me back later—after Renzo recovers. No rush.”Rosa looked conflicted, hesitating. He softened his expression, a gentle smile lighting his features. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m here, and you’re here too, right?”She nodded, still wary. She didn’t want to owe him anything—especially not without knowing his intentions—but… she did need a phone, both for job hunting and to keep an eye on Renzo when she wasn’t around.Then she took Samuele’s phone and called Lucy, quickly explaining everything. Lucy said she had been planning to come anyway, as she wanted to talk to Rosa about today’s incident. But she could wait, and they could discuss it later. Rosa would go with Samuele, and Lucy w

In one brutal motion, he yanked his gun hand upward. Because she was gripping it, she was dragged with it—jerked hard against his body. His other arm wrapped around her waist like iron as the barrel snapped toward the ceiling and the trigger pulled.As the bullet tore into the air, the blast echoing through the store, he dipped his head and crushed his mouth against hers.Rosa’s eyes grew big in shock.She had been waiting for death.She had been ready to die if it meant saving the doctor from her maniac, mafia ex-husband and his wounded, violent ego.But this—This kiss—She never saw it coming.His mouth was ruthless. Possessive. Furious. Hunger, anger, and lust crashed together in the kiss, pouring into her like fire.Her breath broke.Her body froze.And then her eyes fluttered shut as he deepened it.Everyone froze. Even Luciano’s men couldn’t believe what they had just seen—his gun had fired, and no one was dead yet. It had never happened before. Not once in his bloody history.

“Why are we here?” she asked, looking up at him.He didn’t answer.Instead, he slid a cigarette between his lips. Luca stepped in instantly and lit it for him. Luciano took a long drag, exhaled smoke through his nose, then grabbed Rosa’s hand and dragged her forward, his stride long and ruthless.She barely had time to keep up.The place was crawling with filth. Youngsters, middle-aged men, drunk women, even a few reckless teens stumbling out of the club—eyes glazed, bodies swaying, reeking of alcohol and chemicals. Some were laughing too loud. Some could barely stand. Some looked like they’d sold their souls for one more hit.The moment they stepped inside, the gates slammed shut behind them.The air punched her lungs.Smoke, booze, sweat, and every kind of drug poison mixed together, thick and suffocating. The bass thundered through the walls, rattling her bones. Half-naked bodies pressed together under flashing lights, grinding like animals. Dealers whispered in corners. Bouncers w

By the time the last dish was set down, the table was crowded with plates and bowls, their rich aromas filling the private room. Rosa ate like someone who hadn’t seen real food in days.Part of it was hunger. Part of it was nerves.She kept her eyes on her plate, but she could feel him watching her.Luciano leaned back against the leather sofa, one arm draped over the backrest, a crystal glass of whisky resting in his fingers. The amber liquid caught the red glow of the room as he swirled it slowly, studying her like a predator observing prey. One glass became two. Then another. Somewhere between courses, she noticed him swallow a pill from the tray with a lazy tilt of his head, chasing it with alcohol.Her stomach tightened.She had no idea what was going on inside his head. That was the most terrifying part. His moods shifted like storms—violent, sudden, unpredictable. And his face revealed nothing.When she finished the last bite, she reached for her water and drank it in long gul