Alle Kapitel von BEAUTY AND THE MAFIA BEASTS: Kapitel 101 – Kapitel 110

Author’s POV Romano growled, an animalistic sound like a wild animal, and pressed the barrel crown of his handgun against Fernando's delicate forehead. "Get out of my fucking house!" he yelled. Fernando met his gaze, his expression indifferent, showing no hint of fear. "Stop acting like a little bitch," he said calmly. "Come with me to Italy, mi amigo. Our flight leaves in an hour. You are the only one who can save her life, you don't need to tell me what you poisoned her with or how you did it. Just give me the antidote, if you have one." Don Romano cocked the gun, his finger tightening on the trigger. "If you don't get out of my sight this instant, I will forget that you are my best friend and send a bullet through your goddamn skull!" A masculine chuckle escaped Fernando’s lungs, though it held no humor. "You can't shoot me, amigo. You don't have the balls, and I never wanted to be friends with you in the first place..." His voice trailed off, and he continued, "You were th

Author’s POV A blanket of darkness concealed the night sky, and the moon shone over the roofs of the houses in the city. Bright headlights cut through the pitch-black darkness as a car, a fancy black Rolls Royce, passed through the magnificent gates of a heavily guarded roadside mansion. A group of men in charcoal grey suits, rifles held at their sides, stood in the courtyard, their faces serious and expressionless. The car rolled to a stop in front of them, Ximena sat frozen in the passenger seat, her hand closed tightly around the door handle. She took a deep, steady breath, about to throw open the door and confront the men. "Ma…" Vincenzo's voice, strained with agony, stopped her. She turned to look at him, he was pale, clutching the side of his belly. His hand, wrapped in a bloodied bandage, trembled slightly. "Are you sure about this?" he inquired, his voice lower than usual. "The last time I tried to reason with that scumbag, he wasn’t gentle, he has a terrible temper.

Author’s POV A small, black rat ran across the floor of the women's cell, causing the inmates to scream and scramble in a panic. The rat swiftly ran into the dark corridors, where the police officers started yelling and shouting at each other to catch it. Their eyes followed its path as it headed towards the men's cell. The moment the rat crossed the metal bars of the cell, Silvia slammed her right foot down with a grunt, crushing it beneath her. She tossed her hair back, a gesture that somehow intensified her already intimidating presence. "Fuck, I can't believe that this is what my life has been reduced to," she muttered, her voice filled with disgust. Hugo burst into laughter, his laugh bounced around the cell and scraped against Silvia's skin. "Hahaha, this is what we get for going against our boss," he teased. "And it's refreshing to see you mistaken for a dude and thrown in the male cell with me and these bunch of losers." His gaze swept arrogantly over the other male pris

Deangelo’s POV I slammed my fist against the hospital steel room door. "Let me in!" I growled, my voice rose with each word until I was yelling. I needed to see the beauty, I needed to know she was okay. The door whooshed open with a dull thud, and Silvia's face appeared in the gap. Her face was like iron, stubborn. "You need to control yourself, boss," she commented, her voice soft. "I'm in here to keep an eye on the doctor. Besides, he said you wouldn't be able to handle what you are going to see, so I'm staying by his side. Don't you trust me?" "...um...I." I opened my mouth to argue, but my ability to form a coherent sentence died an undignified death. I trusted Silvia in the past, and I still do now even after she had been gone for so long. She was loyal and dependable. "That's what I thought," she muttered and slammed the door shut in my face. My stomach clenched, flipped, and twisted. I kicked the door lightly; frustration scrambled up my throat. Who could I trust?

Rosita's POV My eyes snapped open to a cold sensation crawling down my throat and into my lungs. Something strange, almost massive, was lodged in my throat. The air around me seemed as thick as the ocean. Hard to breathe. My heart hammered against my ribcage, a wild drumbeat against the silence. I tried to move my hands, but they felt heavy and lifeless. I moved my chapped lips, a tiny, automatic twitch, and felt it. A tube. It stretched deep into my mouth, sucking something from my stomach. It felt like it was draining all the blood from my body. I struggled to sit up, but my body refused to obey. Weakness took over me, refusing to loosen its grip. I fought to regain control of my hands, focusing on the muscles in my fingers, forcing them to move. Finally, I managed to grasp the tube. It was making a weird gurgling noise and still sucking the life out of me. I felt like I was going to die. I could barely see a thing, the world around me a blurry mess. All I could hear wer