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32. Strategic Attachments
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Beauty and the Mafia Beast 36. You'll See It Coming
[CAMI]I hear my name through the fog. It’s faint at first, like someone calling from the other side of a dream. When I hear it again, I force my eyes open. The light in the room stabs at them, and for a second, I regret waking at all.There’s someone beside me.It takes more strength than it should to turn my head. My neck feels heavy, my body sluggish, like I’ve been drugged. My brain takes a few seconds to catch up, to put the features together: sleek hair, sharp cheekbones, the kind of visible elegance you don’t fake. Vivienne Russell. Zeke’s mother.Her gaze is fixed on me, soft in a way that almost feels like relief. For half a heartbeat, I feel it too. Relief. A lifeline. Then I remember. She’s his mother. Zeke, who thinks I tried to kill him. Zeke, who’s furious because he thinks I betrayed him. Zeke, whose rage leaves no room for mistakes.My eyes close on their own, my shoulders collapsing back into the bed. I can’t hold them open anymore.“You need to eat something,” Vivien
Beauty and the Mafia Beast 35. The Ghost Between Us
[ZEKE]I pace the length of my father’s old office, the sharp burn of whiskey sliding down my throat doing nothing to dull the ache in my ribs. The glass hangs loose in my hand, heavy, useless. I don’t even know why I came in here. Instinct, maybe. Or masochism.The place is spotless now. Polished wood, dust-free shelves, curtains drawn just so. I’m almost grateful for that. Last time I was in this room, Roman was lying on the floor, dead in my arms. My brother. My blood. That day, I swore this office was cursed. I wanted it gone—torn down, burned to ash, the memory buried with him. But right now, I know I was right to keep it. Ruin needs a monument.Marco stands across from me, hands clasped behind his back, eyes locked on me like he’s waiting for a command. The report he brought says there was no poison in my blood. I could face a hail of bullets without blinking, but poison? That word alone makes me want to burn this house to the ground with everyone inside it. I’d rather die in t
Beauty and the Mafia Beast 34. Still Breathing
[CAMI]I don’t know how long it’s been since Zeke walked out of the room. Could be minutes. Could be hours. Could be days. Time isn’t real anymore.All I know is that at some point, I retched up the nothing in my stomach, warm bile spilling down the front of me, burning my throat on its way out. And then I closed my eyes because the smell—the metallic stench of Jake’s blood mixing with my vomit—started to make my brain glitch, my thoughts looping into madness.That’s when the flashes came. The first time I met Jake. The way he’d crack the worst jokes just to make Claire roll her eyes. The nights we spent crammed into my apartment after a run at the clubs, half-drunk and laughing over takeaway. How safe he felt to have around.I don’t react when someone unlocks the metal cuffs around my wrists. I don’t open my eyes when arms hook under me, lifting me like I weigh nothing. I hope stupidly that it’s Marco. He at least had the decency to look away when Zeke turned into… whatever that was.
Beauty and the Mafia Beast 33. This is who I am
[CAMI]With every step Zeke takes towards us, my body shudders. His fists are closed so tightly that his knuckles have gone white, his shoulders looking like they’re about to snap. I find myself leaning forward helplessly to get him to at least look at me.Is he fine? I wonder. My eyes fall to the part of his torso where Claire’s knife cut him. He had barely registered the pain inflicted on his body. Maybe it was the effect of the fog, but—I know he was focused on holding onto me. He was protecting me. He did not want to let go.The corners of my eyes begin to prick from fresh tears. I don’t know how much time has passed since we stepped into that bathroom, but I’d do anything to go back to that moment. The way he looked at me while he was inside me. The way his hands gripped like I was the last real thing he had left. The way I wanted to give up every fucking thing just to stay in that moment.To be wanted. To be his.It doesn’t make sense. It shouldn’t. I shouldn’t feel like I’m fal
Beauty and the Mafia Beast 32. Strategic Attachments
[CAMI]I wake up with my neck screaming and my throat sandpaper-dry. My head lolls to the side, the world blurry and dim—until I blink hard, once, twice, and the shadows sharpen into something familiar.No. No, not this room.The chair digs into my spine as I shift, and that’s when I feel it. Metal. My ankles are bound, my wrists cuffed to the armrests. Fuck. I’m trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey in the same fucking room where Vance had once been kept. Where he’d looked me in the eye and told me I was a mistake.But I’m not alone. Claire’s across from me, wrists tied, legs folded awkwardly. Her lip’s split. Her hair’s matted to her forehead. She’s awake and sitting next to her, equally beaten, is Jake. His knuckles are raw. There’s dried blood at the corner of his mouth.His breathing is rough. Claire’s is too. Mine joins theirs in the silence.And then it all floods back.The hallway. The thick fog swallowing everything. Zeke had grabbed me, hard, wouldn’t let go. But Claire… Cla
Beauty and the Mafia Beast 31. The Death of a Boy
[Eight years ago][ZEKE]Hospitals smell like bleach and bad luck.I lean back in the shitty vinyl chair outside Room 104, stretching my legs while some poor nurse works on a man I don’t even remember shooting. One of my father's grunts—took a bullet to the thigh during a drop gone wrong. They all do, eventually. That’s the problem with hiring idiots. You end up with casualties and cleanup.Nicolo stands against the wall near the vending machine, arms crossed, silent. His eyes flick toward me every now and then, the sweat from his neck seeping into his shirt’s collar. He thinks I don’t notice. I do.Something’s been off with him these past few days. It’s getting almost impossible to ignore now. I’m going to confront him about it, sure thing, but it will have to wait. Now’s not the time, nor do I have the patience to sit down and listen the way he always listens to me. That’s why I keep him around. He listens and he doesn’t ask unless it’s absolutely necessary.Marco’s the opposite. Th
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