Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168

Chapter 168

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I finally turned off my cellphone to reclaim some peace of mind since Cupid still hadn’t returned any of my texts.

After tossing and turning for what felt like the hundredth time, I gave up and slipped out to the living room. Maybe a mindless TV show would lull me to sleep.

I had no idea why I felt so unbearably restless tonight, so achingly aroused, and the only man who could satisfy that hunger was ignoring me completely.

Hours had passed since Father’s words to me. I’d retreated to the guest room only to find my luggage rifled through and scattered everywhere.

I wouldn’t make a scene about it, though; I knew it would only invite another tirade from Viviana.

She had claimed my bedroom, and the night had passed quietly for everyone else.

For me, it was nothing but restless torment. So I rose, rubbing my tired eyes, and padded toward the living room only to freeze at the entrance.

I’d assumed the house was asleep, but Roc sat on the couch, deeply focused on arranging a stack of documents.

When I stepped in, he paused and glanced my way. I swallowed hard at the sight of him.

“I didn’t know… you were here,” I murmured.

He didn’t reply. He simply returned to his work. I turned to retreat when his voice stopped me.

“Come refill my cup.”

I crossed to him, took the empty cup to the kitchen, and rather than just water, I brewed fresh tea and arranged his favorite cookies on a tray. I carried it back and set it carefully on the table in front of him.

His

eyes

flicked to it, and a brief smile touched his lips.

“Thanks,” he said. I lowered myself slowly onto the couch beside him. “Can’t sleep?”

I glanced at him. He wore his glasses, attention fixed on the papers.

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“Yeah. Thought maybe a show would help.”

He nodded, shrugging lightly.

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“Not if it’s Pinky’s program. Her face alone would keep anyone awake.”

I smiled, tension easing as I relaxed deeper into the cushions.

“There’s not a single lie in that.”

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I stood, turned on the TV, and returned with the remote, muting the volume completely.

The channel played random ads. I glanced at Roc to see he was absorbed again.

For a moment, I wondered why none of my brothers had mentioned Cupid. The fact that they’d even called his number was insane.

My gaze lingered on Roc’s face, wondering what occupied his thoughts about Cupid, when his voice broke through, as if he’d read my mind.

“You two are coordinating the charity event. That’s why you’ve met him a few times.”

He lifted his eyes to the TV rather than me, nodding toward it. I turned and went utterly still at the news segment playing.

It announced the red carpet for the charity launch in two nights, hosted at Godlike Legal Empire.

Cupid would be there.

Slowly, I faced Roc again, realizing what I’d overlooked entirely. They believed Cupid and I were mere colleagues, meeting only for event planning. Nothing more.

My heart sank. Was I relieved… or devastated?

“You never told us you were coordinating the human side of the charity,” Roc said, pulling me back. I sighed shakily and nodded.

“It completely slipped my mind. Honestly, I’m only remembering now.”

“Oh.” He picked up a cookie and munched thoughtfully. “Godlike Legal Empire is massive. The red carpet will be huge. You’ll need to stand out.”

I giggled softly at that, and he met my eyes with a small smile.

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“You will need a luxurious car and perfect dress. There’d be cameras. I can borrow you mine. Tell my chauffeur to drive you. How about that?”

I giggled, happy he is making this offer.

He returned to his work, and gradually my laughter faded as memories of Seraphine and Marcus resurfaced.

“Roc?” I called cautiously. He paused, looking over. Waiting. “Uhm… are you and Sera… okay?”

He frowned in confusion, then nodded.

“Yeah.” After a beat he added. “Oh… because she didn’t visit you in the hospital? I didn’t tell her about the abduction. She’d have worried too much. We’re fine. She’s coming tomorrow to help prepare for Thanksgiving.”

I nodded, reassuring myself Sera wouldn’t betray him after years together.

“Wait… Thanksgiving? I didn’t know we were hosting one, though,” I said. He nodded, taking another cookie.

“We’ve done it the past four years,” he murmured, eyes back on his documents. “Friends and family invited.”

Four years. I fell silent. Back then, I’d been newly married, living in Ares’s house.

I shifted my gaze to the TV as a movie began, but Roc spoke again.

“Any more cookies?”

I nodded. He extended the tray. I rose to fetch more, only to come face-to-face with Viviana. She’d clearly been lurking, eavesdropping.

I looked away and tried to pass, but she stepped closer, reaching for the tray.

“I’ll refill it. Don’t bother,” she said, voice syrupy with false sweetness.

“It’s fine. Let me…”

She suddenly tried to snatch it. I tugged back. The tray flew, knocking into the teacup on the table. Hot liquid splashed across Roc’s documents.

Cold dread washed over me.

A gasp escaped as I rushed forward, too late.

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“See? It’s your damn fault!” Viviana snapped, voice loud enough to summon my other elder brothers. They appeared in the doorway, taking in the scene.

Roc sat frozen, expression unreadable.

“It’s Snow’s fault,” Viviana declared quickly. “I’ll clean it up, Roc. Don’t worry.”

She reached for the files, but Roc lifted his gaze to hers cold, warning. She withdrew, swallowing hard. He held that stare far longer than necessary.

Finally, he sighed in frustration and turned to me.

“Reprint everything in a fresh file. Separate ongoing and closed cases. Staple them. Have it ready by morning.”

Viviana stepped forward.

“I’ll help her…”

“These are sensitive cases,” Roc cut in, speaking directly to me. “You handle it alone.”

He walked away to his bedroom. My other brothers followed. Viviana lingered a heartbeat, then stormed to her room, leaving me with unexpected work.

Slowly, I cleaned the mess and dragged myself to the printing room down the hall.

I worked without pause, reprinting every page, sorting ongoing from closed, stapling meticulously.

Dawn was breaking when the stapler clicked on the final file. A brand-new case.

Exhaustion weighed me down. I moved to stack it with the others when a name leaped out.

Marlik Rogue.

Sleep vanished instantly. I flipped through frantically.

My heart stuttered. A fresh drug case, allegations aimed at Marlik. Our team wouldn’t handle it directly.

Oh no.

Cupid had to know.

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