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73. The House of Moretti
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Beauty and the Mafia Beast 75. A Sick Kind Of Comfort
[CAMI]I don’t know what I expected from that visit. Maybe it was closure. Or maybe it was just an opportunity to rile up my father. What I didn’t expect was to leave with a fucking knife in my heart. Vance’s words at the wedding are still lodged painfully in me, and as much as I hate admitting it, they stuck. I swore I wouldn’t let him get under my skin. That he’d never see me break. But then he showed me a portrait of my mother—my dead mother—smiling down from his walls. I’m sure she never posed for it—well photoshopped. And then Jake. Jake in the ground. A headstone complete with a neat little epitaph.He has a sister. She’s just sixteen. Does she know he’s dead? If she does, what lie did they feed her? My chest feels tight just thinking about it.By the time we’re driving back, the weight of it all—my nightmares, my mother’s face, Jake’s grave—crushes me so hard I feel like I’ll scream. I sit in silence, fists in my lap, refusing to look at Zeke because if I do, I’ll lash out. An
Beauty and the Mafia Beast 74. Graveside Games
[ZEKE]Jake Myers — 26 June 1995– 18 April 2024Here lies a man who called this place home.That’s what the grave reads. Beside me, Camilla goes completely still. My own hands curl into fists. I force myself to look at her, watching as her lips tremble. She’s struggling to react. Vance waits with his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze fixated on the tombstone. He watches it like he sees something deeper—the man himself, probably. Camilla stumbles forward, and reflexively, I reach out to steady her. She presses her hand to her mouth and starts to sob quietly. She pulls away from me, folding in on herself, making herself smaller. She might as well have shot me in the chest. I step closer to her. I want to say something—anything—but the words stick in my throat. I can’t comfort her. She’s crying because her friend died, and I’m the one who made sure he didn’t live.Finally she turns, her eyes finding mine. The question is on her face, wordless: why? Why did I make it so fucking
Beauty and the Mafia Beast 73. The House of Moretti
[ZEKE]I should’ve said no.I had said no. But then she’d made those eyes at me before giving me an ultimatum. I won’t ask you again. That’s what she’d said. I know a threat when I hear one. And my pretty little wife had dared to threaten me. She just learned how to use the power she has over me. The truth is, she didn’t have to. I don’t think Camilla could ask for anything in this world that I wouldn’t give her. She’s mine, and she should have everything she ever wants.Even if it is wanting to meet your enemy, who is also her asshole of a father who treated her like shit? The answer is yes. If she wants to. Marco sees her follow me to the car and raises his brow. “Change of plans, boss?”I shake my head, not stopping. “No. We’re going to Vance.”He shrugs, and a smirk draws up on his face. He’s not surprised, but he’s amused. Along the way, I’m not thinking of what trap could be awaiting us, what danger or betrayal Vance has in store. I’ve already seen the board. Every move he thi
Beauty and the Mafia Beast 72. Test of Chains
[CAMI]Later, we lie tangled under the blanket, my head on his chest. I draw tiny, lazy circles on the skin above his heart. If I memorize this spot I can be sure that Zeke is real. I hope that time will make it easier, but as the seconds tick by I only feel more anxious. Saying what Vance said feels worse than being naked in front of him—more exposing, somehow.“I don’t know how to start,” I admit, brushing my cheek against his chest.“Start where you want,” he tells me, combing his fingers through my hair. I draw a breath. “Vance said he wants to make things right.” The words tumble out small. “He said he didn’t know I existed until after my mom died.”Zeke hums. “Of course he says that.”“I hate him,” I say quickly before the thought can disappear. “It’s only fair that you do.”I nudge myself deeper into him. His chest rises and falls against my cheek. “He said he regrets his methods. He said he wants to be clear from now on.” My voice goes thin. “He said he wants to be… my fathe
Beauty and the Mafia Beast 71. Tie You Up. Make You Beg
[CAMI]When Zeke comes back, I’m already showered and changed into something soft and stupidly comfortable. The halter dress is a sad heap on the floor. He looks at it before he looks at me and frowns.“I wanted to take that off you,” he says, tone flat.He’s holding a plate—chocolate cake. Of course he brought the cake.I smile because I’m a sucker. “Thank you,” I say, stepping forward to take it. “Just what I needed.”“You don’t need me?” he asks, not missing a beat.You weren’t here when I needed you, the unfair part of me shoots back, but I decide on sharp instead. “No. You can go.”I start back to the bed and his hand clamps my arm. He pulls me against him so fast I almost drop the plate.“That was rude,” he says, breath in my hair. “You know if I could’ve come sooner, I would have.”“No,” I tell him, shrugging. “I don’t know that. And you waited until the wedding was over. Luzia left; Vance and Vincent left. Fine. It’s not that. It’s that you chose not to dance with me.”He laug
Beauty and the Mafia Beast 70. The Cycle
[CAMI]Vance walks off when he realises I don’t want to hear his bullshit anymore. Yet, long after he is gone I still find him watching me. I hate the look in his eyes—it makes me want to pull out the gun and let him know just how willing I’m to give him a chance to make things right. So, I decide to spend the rest of the wedding night in my bedroom.I tried so hard to stay, to distract myself. But it’s too much. His face, his voice, his desperate attempt to sound like a man who could still matter—it won’t leave me.Zeke came just after Vance left, demanding to know what he had said. His jaw was clenched like he was ready to shatter. Alpha male, all angry. I told him I handled it. He was not satisfied, of course. So I pinned him down with a glare and said, “Don’t bother yourself. You should go and dance.”He looked offended. His face twisted almost in pain. “Camilla,” he said my name softly, but I twisted my hand free when he tried to grip me. And then I walked off to my bedroom. No
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