All Chapters of Beneath The Mask: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ghost POVThe cameras are set, the backdrop is in place, and everything is ready for the news broadcast. The plan is simple—use this interview as a distraction. Normally, these things go out live, but not this time. We need time, a window where Felipe and his men believe we’re occupied, locked into this interview while, in reality, we’re already moving against them.When this airs tonight, everyone will assume it’s happening in real time. That means Felipe’s crew won’t be on high alert, his men won’t be watching their backs, and no one will be expecting us to hit them where it hurts. We’ve got eyes near the De Luca estate too, making sure Giovanni hasn’t decided to play his own hand. The last thing we need is to be caught between two enemies.I glance at Prince, watching the way he holds himself. His injuries are slowing him down, but there’s no way in hell he’s sitting this out. I want to tell him to stay back, that we’ve got this without him, but I already know what he’ll say. The s

Prince POVThe silence that follows my words is suffocating. Every reporter, every camera, every pair of eyes is locked onto me, waiting for me to break under the weight of what I just admitted.Speaking out against family in our world is a death sentence. It’s an unspoken rule—you don’t turn against your own. You don’t expose your family’s secrets, no matter what they do to you.But I never turned against my family. My father tried to beat me into submission, and I refused to break.The difference is, I didn’t walk away from the De Luca name—he tried to take it from me.My fingers tighten around Ghost’s, grounding myself as the questions keep coming. Some call me Prince, others Lorenzo, some Mr. De Luca. They need to pick one fucking name and stick to it.Ghost takes over, answering questions about the wedding, the date, the location. It’s an open event, which means anyone can attend—friends, enemies, people who just want to witness the spectacle. We don’t have the luxury of privacy,

Ghost POVPrince’s lips crash against mine with a desperate frenzy, his hands gripping my shirt like he’s afraid I’ll pull away. He’s supposed to be resting, but the way he’s kissing me tells me he has no intention of doing that.He moves backward, pulling me with him, his grip firm and demanding. A chuckle rumbles through me as I let him lead, but the second his back hits the bed, he’s dragging me down with him.He lands with a groan, his fingers fisting in my clothes as I brace myself on my hands to avoid crushing him. My glare locks onto his, but he just smirks up at me, completely unfazed.“Stop glaring at me,” he mutters, fingers sliding to the back of my neck, pulling me down.“I could’ve fucking landed on your ribs, you muppet,” I snap, but he only laughs.“You realize you can’t always use sex to fix this,” I add, tapping a finger against his forehead, trying to get him to see reason.“Just shut up and fuck me,” he groans, legs hooking around my waist, pulling me closer.I shak

Prince POVMy head still pounds from the damn interview, but I don’t have time to rest. Voices echo through the halls as I make my way downstairs. It’s not the noise that catches my attention—it’s the tone.Giovanni’s voice cuts through the air, sharp and dripping with venom.“You naive, foolish fucking girl. After everything I’ve done for you, everything I’ve given you, you choose them?”My jaw clenches as I move faster, stepping into the room just in time to see Lucy flinch under his glare. Something inside me snaps. I don’t think. I don’t hesitate.In one swift motion, my hand sweeps past Sal’s side, fingers wrapping around the grip of his gun. Before anyone can react, I’ve cocked it and pressed the barrel against my father’s temple.The room stills.“You never speak to her like that again,” I growl, my voice steady despite the rage boiling beneath the surface. My hand tightens around the gun, my finger hovering dangerously over the trigger. I want to pull it. God, I fucking want t

Ghost POVTomorrow is the wedding, and I should be focused on that, but I can’t. There are too many loose ends, too many unanswered questions. If I don’t sort this now, it’ll be too late.Slipping away from the estate under the excuse of checking on the clubs, I make my way to the office, ensuring none of the Capo are around before dialing Luke’s number.“You don’t hang around, do you?” His voice comes through the line, casual, but I can hear the tension beneath it.“I need something, come on,” I snap, pacing the room.He exhales, long and slow. “Felipe,” he finally says.I stop mid-step. “As in the Calino crew?” That doesn’t make sense. The Calino crew had the resources, the manpower—they could have killed us outright if they wanted to. Why the fuck would they go through the effort of kidnapping us and keeping us there?“Yeah,” Luke confirms. “They used a residential address, unlinked to them on paper, but the owner of that place is tied to one of their businesses. It took a lot of d