Alle Kapitel von BEAUTY AND THE MAFIA BEASTS: Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

Rosita’s POV My head throbbed with pain as I climbed down the stairs leading down to the kitchen. The once-familiar place felt surreal; memories of the day flooded my mind. I looked around the living room, there were no sign of the toxic smoke or the dons. The only people in the room were a few guards stationed in corners, watching like eagles. Just another day in this dangerous life, I thought, moving towards the kitchen. Abruptly, a guard called out to me, running over with a slightly flushed face. “I—I have been waiting for you, Señorita,” he said, handing me a bottle of medicine and a bottle of water. “The boss wanted you to have this.” I took it from him, confused by the pretty blush on his cheeks. Glancing down at myself, I suddenly realized why. I was only in my bra and panties, wearing just a light jacket over my body. Embarrassed, I quickly grabbed at the jacket, pulling it tighter against me. The guard’s face turned a deeper shade of red, and he muttered, “Tak

Rosita's POV I yawned loudly as the morning sun streamed through my window blinds, squinting against the sudden brightness. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I pushed myself off the bed and made my way toward the door, curious about the muffled voices coming from the corridor. Leaning against the door, I spotted Deangelo and Hugo in a restless discussion in the middle of the bright hallway. There were dark circles beneath their eyes, a sign they hadn’t slept a wink since the funeral. Struggling to catch fragments of their conversation, I leaned in closer. “If the blood bank doesn’t want to sell it to us,” Deangelo was saying, his voice growing stronger, angrier. “I want you to do whatever it takes to rob that goddamn bank. I don’t care if it means you kill a lot of people; Silvia’s life depends on it.” Hugo tossed him a pained look. “If something happens to her, you don’t know what I will do...I have been trying to deny it for a long time now, but I fell in love with her after

Deangelo’s POV Her hand clamped on my wrist. Damn. After everything I just said? Although I didn't actually mean it. But those mesmerizing forest green eyes… They always got to me. I slowly sat down next to her on the soft bed. Too close. Way too close. I got a million nasty thoughts buzzing in my head, not least of which was keeping my hands to myself. She was my girlfriend now, but I wanted to do this right, I wanted to cherish her. But God, she wasn't making it easy, I needed to go and help Hugo, but... "Fuck it," I muttered, yanking my hand free from her grip. My eyes locked on her lips, those soft, rosy lips. "To be honest," I blurted, "You are a terrible kisser." She couldn't help herself as she burst out laughing, her cheeks warming. "That's...that's because you were my first kiss," she confessed, her voice lacking its usual fire, "I haven't kissed anyone before." First kiss? A wave of possessiveness, hot and sharp, churned beneath my skin. "Well then," I growled, l

Author's POVStefano tossed and turned on the ice-cold floor of his old rundown mansion, wrapped in a torn, dirty blanket. Even the smallest movement caused sharp pains to burn through his body, and a sharper pain pierced his head as it hit a burnt microwave, waking him up from his sleep.His eyes snapped open as he came back to reality; just the other day he was doing well professionally, and he was living in this mansion with his daughter, but now it was gone and all that remained was ashes.As he wrapped his arms around himself for warmth, the sound of loud footsteps approaching broke the silence. He jumped to his feet, feeling fear hit him in the belly, prepared to run through a broken window when a voice stopped him in his tracks."Are you Mr. Stefano Navarra, the famous prosecutor?"Stefano froze, one of his legs already over the window frame. His gaze landed on a group of police officers, led by Hawk, the man he’d once considered a friend.His jaw tightened as he glared at Hawk

Author's POV Dolores was deeply affected by her suicide attempt, the pain and trauma still ricocheting through her. But here she was, seated in a chair in Don Vincenzo’s office, the air around them as thick as the ocean. He stood before her, slicking back his long dreadlocks, binding them tightly with a rubber band, with his usual air of confidence. Yet the seriousness of his expression made his handsome face all the more rugged and tough. He turned to her, his hair still dripping from his recent shower, and spoke. "Madam Dinero has informed me of the situation, the main reason for your little attempt at self-destruction," he remarked, his tone sharp and disapproving. "But I'm not happy about it, from the way Madam Dinero didn't handle it on her own to the way you decided to take matters into your own hands. Everything was already stated in the whore's contract about how a pregnancy should be handled. This has only happened a few times; even then, the whore wasn't careful enough