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25. You're Still Leaking Secrets
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Beauty and the Mafia Beast 55. That's The Story
[ZEKE]Fifteen minutes. That’s how long Naomi has had her.I swirl what’s left in my glass, barely listening to Carlo. Marco appears distracted, sitting on the sofa chair beside me—with feet tapping the polished floor incessantly, his glass of whiskey forgotten. Naomi didn’t drag Camilla off to show her the wallpaper. She wanted to needle her, maybe get under her skin. And Camilla—stubborn as hell—would rather walk through fire than look like she’s being guarded.Marco didn’t have to tell me she doesn’t like Naomi. I can see it myself. Cami wears her hatred like perfume.Carlo clears his throat. “You’re distracted, Russell.”I glance at him. We’ve already killed one bottle between us. Whiskey sits heavy in my blood, but my head’s clear. It has to be.“The gathering,” he goes on. “Messy business. Losses on all sides. Deaths. Our reputations shredded.” He laughs without humor. “Good thing we’re not in the business of party planning.”I let the corner of my mouth twitch. “God forbid.”W
Beauty and the Mafia Beast 54. The Migraine Effect
[CAMI]I don’t think I’ll ever understand Zeke Russell. One moment, he’s correcting my stance, seducing me like it’s his second nature, the next he’s tearing me down until I feel like I should’ve never opened my mouth.My body shivers when I think about how fast he snapped at me for being curious. I asked him casually about what had happened and he treated me worse than shit. I did not deserve it. And then—minutes ago—when anger and lust had twisted together and I let myself touch him, he threw words at me I can’t unhear.I love you.The syllables echo like a cruel trick. Did he really say that? No. I must’ve misheard. It had to be a slip. He doesn’t mean it. He couldn’t. Zeke Russell doesn’t love. I don’t think he’s capable of loving anyone. Or anything. Except maybe guns. I shake my head lightly, willing it out of my bloodstream. Whatever it was, I know what the right thing to do is: stay angry at him. Anything else would be dangerous. And I’ve made enough dangerous decisions alre
Beauty and the Mafia Beast 53. Her Prisoner
[ZEKE]Marco’s in front with the driver. I sit back, trying to breathe, trying to pull the storm inside me into a neat little box. Luzia. It’s another one of her tricks. It has to be. She loves getting my blood up, loves pretending she’s in danger because she knows I’ll burn every last thing to the ground to reach her. That’s her game. That’s who she is.But this time feels different.I drag a hand down my face, exhale hard. My jaw aches from how tight I’ve been clenching it. Then I look at Camilla.Her head’s turned to the window, jaw clenched sharp. She’s making a deliberate point of not looking at me. She’s beautiful, even in her defiance. Even when she’s pretending she doesn’t care.Fuck. I fucked up.I shouldn’t have yelled. Shouldn’t have thrown it all at her like that. But I did. And now the words I should be saying—apologies—they choke me. Zeke Russell doesn’t apologise.I clear my throat anyway. It makes no difference. She doesn’t move. “What’s so fascinating about plain roa
Beauty and the Mafia Beast 52. It's Never Nothing
[ZEKE]It’s a fucking task to keep my irritation bottled. I untangle myself from Camilla and give her hips a slight push. Or am I trying to pull her closer? She bites her lip—bad fucking timing—and looks up at me. Her cheeks have turned red. Dante waits patiently, brow raised, lips pursed. I tilt my head, and he turns and walks away. I know I have to follow. Every muscle in my body is screaming to snap Dante’s neck for daring to walk in on me with my wife. But this is Dante—the man who made me. Or at least he’s someone I know with eyes closed who will protect me even if it means he has to give up his life. So when we round the corner, I smirk instead and joke, “With all your interruptions, Dante, the Russell family won’t have an heir anytime soon.”His brow quirks further. “Does she even know she’s going to give you children?”The jab lands harder than I want to admit. The memory of Bianca whispering Cami’s demand to me resurfaces. My wife’s demand. It claws up my throat, and I sho
Beauty and the Mafia Beast 51. Guns & Roses
[CAMI]Two days later, I’m on the bed flipping through a new book I’m reading when Marco shows up. He doesn’t tell me where we’re going. He just says, “Boss gave me orders,” in that half-amused, half-serious way of his.I trail behind him through the hall, my bare feet padding over cold marble. For a second I imagine bolting, sprinting in the opposite direction, but the idea is laughable. Guards are everywhere. Besides, where the fuck would I go?When the door opens and the sunlight slams into me, I blink hard, squinting. “What the hell…”The backyard isn’t a backyard. It’s a kingdom. A sprawling nursery stretches out like it’s been there forever—rows upon rows of greenery, flowers lifting their faces to the sky, delicate vines curling up poles, pots lined neatly waiting for inspection. At the center, a glass greenhouse gleams, sun bouncing off its ribs.I walk forward without thinking, the grass damp beneath my feet. My throat closes, and for once, I can’t even swear. “These are—”
Beauty and the Mafia Beast 50. Water Against Fire
[CAMI]Sleep is a bitch.It teases me for hours, dangling the promise of rest just out of reach, despite the ache in my body and the mess my mind has become. I toss, I turn, I pull the sheets over my head, and then kick them off again. My skin still feels hot from earlier, from everything Zeke did, even though hours have passed. When it finally comes, sleep doesn’t last long.The bed dips, and a weight presses against my side. Then a solid arm slides across my hips, dragging me forward against a body I know too well already. I blink blearily, heart thudding in my chest, as Zeke buries his face between my shoulder and my chest. His nose brushes over bare skin.For a second, I think I’m dreaming him.But no—it’s all real. My lips part, wanting to ask where the hell he’s been. I thought I’d see him after Bianca left, that he’d come back like a storm to collect what he considers his. But he didn’t. Which means he went somewhere. Did something. And I don’t know what.I tip my chin down, me
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