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15. Maybe I Lose This Round
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2025-06-10 05:34:15
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Beauty and the Mafia Beast 17. The King and His Queen
[CAMI]The towel nearly smacks me in the face.I catch it last second, gripping it hard enough to strangle something. Marco's laughing as he steps back like he just tossed me a bone.“That how you deal with your anger?” he asks. “Dive into the deep end like it owes you money?”I roll my eyes, wrapping the towel around myself. “You offering therapy or just practicing your stand-up routine?”“Why not both?” His grin widens. “You’ve got excellent timing though. The dramatic swim, the wet dress, the finger—chef’s kiss. If you’d screamed ‘You’ll regret this!’ while lightning cracked, I might’ve proposed.”I glare at him, water dripping off my hair and soaking the patio stones beneath my feet. “Too bad I’m already married. To the devil.”Marco chuckles, folding his arms. He’s clearly enjoying himself a hell of a lot more than I am. “Yeah, that’s what I heard. Poor guy.”“Which one?”That makes him laugh harder.He escorts me back, not like a guard, but like an amused brother watching his si
Beauty and the Mafia Beast 16. You'll Be Back
[ZEKE]Her hands are still on me. I let the silence linger. Let her feel the importance of what just happened.Lowering the gun slowly, I let it rest on the table beside us like it’s just another piece of cutlery. Her eyes flick to it, then back to me.“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she breathes.I smile. “You’re still here. That’s what’s wrong with me.”She tries to pull back, but my grip around her waist tightens, my fingers digging into her hips. “You kissed me,” I say. “Then you had the audacity to grind on my cock like a desperate little tease—like you thought I’d hand you the reins for moaning my name. But control, doll? That was never yours. You just got high off the illusion.”Her jaw clenches. That fire’s back.“You think this is power? Or was this your idea of being romantic?” she hisses. “Putting a gun to my chest while I’m kissing you? You want me to fall in love with that?”“No,” I murmur. “I want you to understand that I could ruin you in ways no one else would dare
Beauty and the Mafia Beast 15. Maybe I Lose This Round
[ZEKE]The scent of gunpowder still clings to my sleeves.It’s faint, washed and masked by expensive cologne and cleaner fabric, but I can smell it. My shirt from earlier lies discarded in the fireplace, still damp with someone else’s blood. No one important. Just another rat trying to skim money where he thought I wouldn’t notice.I noticed.Now I’m clean. A black shirt. Seated at the long table that looks like it was built for a royal court, but only ever sees shadows and ghosts.The whiskey in my glass is good. I let it breathe as I lean back, watching the flicker of candlelight crawl across the mahogany.But I’m not thinking about the dead man I left in the basement. Or that Dante disapproves of my move at the wedding. I’m thinking about her.Sitting at the piano like she belonged there—fingers graceful, spine straight, before she realized she was being watched.And when she noticed me?She’d risen like a challenge. Chin high. Eyes sharp. Hands folded like a lady, like a lamb.Bu
Beauty and the Mafia Beast 14. You Might Like Where It Takes Me
[CAMI]Asshole.I don’t say it out loud, but I think it real hard as I turn around and walk away from Marco, my shoulders stiff and spine straighter than usual. The click of my heels on the marble floor sounds too loud in this place. Too... alone.Except I’m not.He follows me.I don’t need to look over my shoulder to know he is right there, keeping pace like a loyal mutt with a smart mouth and a gun under his jacket.“Thought you weren’t here to leash me,” I say eventually, not bothering to stop.“Just making sure you don’t trip over a chandelier,” he replies easily.I roll my eyes. “That how your last wife died?”He lets out a soft, surprised laugh. “Damn. You’re spicier than I thought.”I keep walking.But when we turn the next corner, the air shifts.I don’t know how I sense it. Maybe it’s the weight in the silence. Or the shadow that lingers longer than it should.A man is standing in the corridor ahead, his posture unnervingly still. He wears black, of course. Everyone here seem
Beauty and the Mafia Beast 13. A New Normal
[CAMI]As Zeke walks off, I pretend I’m not watching the way his shirt pulls across his shoulders—how each step makes the muscles in his back shift, flex, ripple like a threat. Wearing me out is his privilege, huh?My lip twitches.I reach up, my fingertip brushing the tender bruise he left there. It's still sore. Still buzzing with memory. His mouth. That wall. His fingers tracing my spine. The growl in his throat when I pressed my lips against his. I blink, catching myself. My hand drops immediately, pretending to adjust the napkin in my lap like that was my plan all along, when I realise Vivienne’s watching.Her gaze on me feels different. She’s assessing me now—really assessing me—with the cool, practiced detachment of someone who’s done it a hundred times before.She leans forward, gracefully, placing her hand over mine. Her skin is cold but glowing. Her nails are flawless.“Zeke is… different,” she says at last.I arch a brow. The kind of brow that says: Spare me the tragic b
Beauty and the Mafia Beast 12. Unholy Appetite
[CAMI]I dream of Daniel.Not his face—I can't seem to remember that. Just the maroon shirt he wore. Just the way his mouth skimmed my neck as he told me not to work too hard. It was just a random night. A random hookup. A way to blow off steam before an eventful day at work. And now he’s lying on the floor like Elio Mancini. There’s a hole in the middle of his forehead. Spiders crawl out of it instead of blood. Zeke hovers over him, gun still warm in his hand. Like it means nothing. As if Daniel was a weed to be pulled. Just a minor inconvenience. I wake with a sound halfway between a gasp and a sob. My hands grip the sheets, pulling them toward me, but the bed is too soft. Too clean. No color anywhere, just white on white.I know where I am.Zeke’s room.Where I walked into last night like a fucking idiot.The first few minutes really tested me.He’d taken off his shirt and just lay down on the bed beside me, all calm and easy. That body, cut from sin and stitched back together
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