All Chapters of THE BEAUTIFUL MAFIA BOSS: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Zandra Franco POVGreggy slams his fists against the table, his grim expression made much more bitter by the harsh light overhead.“I lost an eighth of my men last night to those Bernardino dogs!” he seethes. “And they’re disrupting my businesses. I’ve seen an almost fifty percent decrease in profit since this war you started.”I let the old man finish, frankly too irritated to trust myself with a responsible follow-up. The family heads and I am gathered today in the private backroom of one of my family’s restaurants—a front for smuggling weapons in and out using the clever disguise of food crates—for an emergency meeting. My uncles and even Dad are here to sit in on the meeting, a testament to how serious things are getting. We’re all flabbergasted at the amount of progress Xander has made in such a short amount of time, and he doesn’t show any signs of slowing down.“This is your fault,” Greggy continues, the vein in his temple popping as he points an accusatory finger at me. “Why d

Alessandra Franco POV“Fine,” he grumbles as he pulls his gun from his holster. Cassandra is just about to scream again when he steps forward and quickly places his weapon in my hand. Xander’s grip on my wrist is firm but not painful as he holds the tip of the gun against his chest.“What are you doing?” I stutter, trying to pull away. He won’t let me move.“You don’t trust me. That’s fine. If you think I’m going to do something, pull the trigger.” “Why are you doing this?”“Because I’m serious, Zandra. I just want to talk. I need you to listen, and if this is the only way you feel safe, then so be it.” There isn’t any room left between us. He forces me to jam the gun against his chest over his heart. One wrong move on my part and he’s dead.“Xander, stop it!”“I don’t have a lot of time.” His breath ghosts against my cheeks. It takes all my strength not to claim those lips for my own. “I didn’t order a hit on your twin brother Zandro. I didn’t instruct any of my men to attack you. S

Xander Mancini POVI pause at her use of the word. Do I love Zandra? No. No, that can’t be. Things between us are much too new and fragile, balanced on the edge of a knife. All it would take is a single misstep from either of us and the results could be catastrophic. But I do care for her. Probably more than I care to admit. More than I ever realized possible. I’m not sure when it happened, or how—only that it’s the truth.When I don’t answer fast enough, Cassandra continues. “The way I see it, this can only end in two ways: heartbreak or death. And I swear to God, if you end up getting my sister killed, there won’t be a corner of this world where I won’t hunt you down and make you pay.”Huh. Maybe there’s a little bit of a Mafia princess in her, after all. “I’m not going to hurt her,” I vow firmly. “I would never deliberately hurt her.”“Deliberately,” Cassandra scoffs. “Can you understand why that isn’t good enough? I don’t understand how either of you think this is going to work.

“Oh, definitely. I got all dressed up. Took you somewhere fancy as best as I could afford on a taxi driver’s salary, anyway. And by the end of the night, I’d already be asking you about a second date. And then a third, and then…”His smile is so sweet and hopeful it tears my heart in two. A sob bubbles past my lips. Before I know it, I’m sniffling softly against his shoulder as he holds me tight, hushing me gently while brushing his fingers through my hair. I don’t understand why I’m so emotional. I don’t get why the thought of a normal dinner date in an alternate reality makes me want to bawl my eyes out, yet here we are.“Don’t cry, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my cheek, kissing me sweetly. “Don’t cry.”I wipe my eyes and take a deep breath. “We should really keep searching.”“Right,” he mumbles, eyes flicking up to the shelf. He reaches out and pulls out a file. The file. “I found it five minutes ago.”I gasp. “Why didn’t you say so sooner?”Xander shrugs. “I wanted a bit more t

Zandra Franco POVHe moves slowly, rolling his hips with the utmost care. Once again, Xander is all things gentle and patient—and it feels utterly divine. Where once we were feral and desperate, we’re now connected and unhurried. This isn’t sex—it’s lovemaking.When I moan his name, he whispers mine. I meet him movement for movement, spending every available second touching, tasting, and adoring. I have never felt more connected to another human being in my entire life. This man understands me in more ways than one. The fact that I won’t get to lie in his arms tonight kills me.“Fuck, I’m close,” he murmurs against my ear. “Can I come inside you?”“Yes!” I rasp. “Yes, come inside me, Xander. Give me everything!”He kisses me through my second climax, spilling inside me with a passionate grunt. We hold onto each other like something might tear us apart, our hearts and breathing match in intensity and rhythm.“Xander,” I murmur. “Be careful tomorrow.”He claims my lips like a promise. “