Semua Bab BEAUTY AND THE MAFIA BEASTS: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Rosita's POV "Strip!" I put the book down on my chest, my heart pitter-pattering against my ribcage as my fingers found their way to the tiny buttons of my jeans. I had never felt this turned on from reading a novel before, but there was something about the way the words flowed that made me think of Don Deangelo. I couldn't help but imagine it was him asking me to strip, his tongue working its magic on me instead of the fictional man in the story. "Take off your clothes," I whispered to myself, my fingers fumbling with the button on my jeans. I closed my eyes, letting the words crash over me as I wriggled out of my pants, leaving me in nothing but my lacy panties and tank top. My fingers trailed down my belly, stopping just above the waistband of my panties. I bit my lower lip hard, imagining it was Deangelo's fingers, not mine, that were tracing the outline of my most sensitive spot. I slipped my hand inside, my fingers finding their way to my clit as a moan of ecstasy slippe

Deangelo's POV I felt myself falling, staggering towards the door of the room. I realized I had fallen asleep waiting for the doctor to finish checking on Vincenzo. The bright lights streaming in from the hallways told me it was already morning. I wasn’t sure if the doctor was even still inside or had left. My knuckles hurt as I knocked on the door. "Doctor? Are you still in there?" I called out, but there was no answer. “Doctor! Doctor! Doctor!” I screamed, my voice all sharp edges. My impatience grew to explosive proportions, and I was unable to stand by any longer. I started slamming my body against the door, hoping it wasn't what I was thinking, that Vincenzo had somehow overpowered the doctor and escaped. I groaned, moving back and throwing my body against the metal door again, feeling the pain shoot through my bones. Finally, the door swung open from the inside, and I stumbled into the room, coming face to face with the doctor, who tossed me a confused look. "W-Wha

Deangelo's POV It was like a breathing competition for the first couple of seconds, neither of us willing to break the silence. At that point, I did. I pulled the phone to my ear and, with a forced calm that contradicted the anger inside me, "Are you finally ready to state your terms, you old hag?" She chuckled, that high-pitched, grating sound that always set my teeth on edge. "You are not in a position to make threats, boy, not after seeing what I have distributed at different locations throughout the country." She paused, enjoying the moment. "And not just that. You might have been able to save your father's life with the help of one of your minions, but I still have a little gift for you by the end of this call." A low growl rumbled from my throat; I couldn’t take her annoying voice anymore. "Get to the fucking point!" "Patience, darling, will you?" She spoke as if I was a child throwing a tantrum. "I have been planning this for years. I'm not going down without a fight. F

Deangelo's POV My hands were locked around Vincenzo's throat, his face turning an ugly shade of purple, when I felt a sharp pain pierce into my arms. Silvia and Romano, their faces contorted in anger and horror, were pulling me away from the foul-mouthed bastard, their combined strength completely overpowering my fury. I stumbled back, gasping for breath, the adrenaline slowly disappearing, leaving behind a troubling feeling of shame and self-loathing. I still wasn't able to control my shit, and all that people saw it, it made the situation more damn embarrassing than what I was already going to. Silvia was saying something, her voice inaudible, her face tight with worry, but I couldn't focus. It was like everyone was shouting and no one was at the same time. The air around us seemed as thick as the ocean. Hard to breathe, and no one was saying anything again. The only sound we could hear was Vincenzo choking on the bed and the rattling of the chains connected to his wrists,

Deangelo's POV The security guards, clearly eager to be rid of the mysterious packages, nodded and hurried to obey, placing the boxes softly onto the nearest desk. A few laptops and notebooks went flying, crashing to the ground with a loud thud. "Now what are you waiting for? Get the hell out of here and don't show your faces again!" I added with all my anger. The security left as fast as their feet could carry them without dropping the gun they had on their hips. They ran out of the room, as if they were being chased, leaving me alone with the boxes. I stood frozen in that position, my hand resting on the edge of the desk, feeling the strange pressure making my head spin. My head filled with the creepiest possible pictures, and I tried to shake them out of my head. I just hoped that it wasn’t human heads that were inside the boxes; that would be too cliché. I just had to resist it and think of something useful. What if this was a test? As if answering my thoughts, the light