All Chapters of Beneath The Mask: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Prince POVTime seems to stretch and warp in this place. Ghost and I have tried to piece together how long we’ve been here, basing it on the number of times we’ve slept or when they bring food, but it’s impossible to be sure. Ghost thinks we’ve been here two weeks, while I feel like it’s been just a week. Then again, with everything going on, I can’t seem to focus long enough to figure it out. My mind won’t let me. I’m too wound up, too mentally wrecked to think straight.Meanwhile, Ghost is grinning like a damn cat who got the cream as he places his cards down, triumphant once again. I groan loudly. I’ve lost, again! There’s no way he’s not cheating. I mean, come on—how the hell is he winning this much? It defies all logic.At one point, I was so sure he was hiding cards somewhere that I actually told him to strip down so I could check. He kept his hands firmly in front of him the entire time and, of course, there was nothing. Still, I’m not entirely convinced. There has to be someth

Prince POVMy father’s voice breaks through my spiraling thoughts. “Myself and Salvatore have worked to ensure these stay private! Only he and I know. Everyone else thinks we never got anything.”I don’t let my expression falter as I respond coldly, “Keep it that way. I don’t want them out.”His face hardens as he stands abruptly, glaring at me with the full force of his authority. “Are you really giving me orders?”“You just said I’m officially the boss,” I snap, meeting his glare without flinching. “So yes, I fucking am! Delete every single fucking copy.” I stand, the tension between us thick and suffocating. “If they get out, people will know we have weak spots, and others will try to take me again. Not to mention they had fucking Josie! Using her to make us do shit, so delete it.”He tilts his head, studying me, as if weighing his next move. “They never had her! When you two didn’t return, we locked down everything. It was fake!”Fake? My fists clench at my sides as I fight to kee

Ghost POVI can’t fucking breathe. The rage burns so hot it threatens to consume me. I slam the laptop shut, the sound echoing through the room.When I return to the front, the staff are still lined up against the wall. The woman who spoke earlier trembles, her eyes darting to me in fear. I hold up a file, my hand shaking with fury.“This,” I growl, my voice dripping with venom. “This is what you’ve been doing? Torturing kids? Breaking them?” My gaze sweeps over the staff. “Who gave the orders? Who carried them out?”The man with glasses finally speaks. “We… we just followed the guidelines. It wasn’t personal!”“Not personal?” I laugh bitterly. “It was personal to the kids you destroyed. It was fucking personal to Prince.”My finger tightens on the trigger, but I stop myself. Not yet. Instead, I step back and motion to my men. “Shoot the ones who didn’t show up in the footage against Prince. Leave the rest.”Gunfire erupts, deafening and final. The staff scream as bodies drop to the f

Prince POVThe moment stretches in silence before his phone rings. He glances at the screen and answers briskly.“Giovanni!” he barks, his tone immediately hostile. He listens for a moment, his frown deepening. “Why do you need my son?” His voice hardens further. “If it’s business, you should be calling him. Piero, come on—you know he’s taken over.” He suddenly thrusts the phone toward me, his expression sharp and impatient. “Here. Deal with it.”Sighing, I take the phone and press it to my ear. “Piero,” I say, keeping my voice even. “What’s the issue?”“Well, we were notified that one of your properties was burned down,” Piero says calmly, though there’s a hint of unease in his tone.A chill runs through me as my grip on the phone tightens. “What property?” I ask sharply.“Whitewood Hall,&rdquo

Ghost POVMy father closes the door behind him and steps further into the room, his sharp eyes fixed on me.“This tension between you two needs fixing. It will cause issues,” he says bluntly.“The tension is all Prince,” I reply, my voice clipped. “I can’t fix it.”“It’s called letting it go and moving on, Ghost,” he snaps. “Regardless of how he feels, he’s made up his mind. Leave him to it. When he gets married in a week or two, things will settle.”Married? I freeze, my gaze snapping to him. “What do you mean, married?”“Calling off the wedding didn’t end the wedding,” he states flatly. “Prince is finding another woman to marry. Giovanni has already told me that Prince guaranteed he would find someone.”Is this a fucking joke? Within twenty-four hours, he’s already planning to marry some rand