All Chapters of THE BEAUTIFUL MAFIA BOSS: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“I’m coming out of retirement,” Dad says, “to fix this mess you’ve made. Reports have been coming in. All our allies are either dead at the scene or arrested. We’re vulnerable right now, and you’re in no position to lead.”“But Dad—”“Was he worth it?”His question cuts through me sharper than any knife. It’s accusatory. It’s bitter. And it amplifies the agony I’m in. Mom puts her hands on her hips. “Princess! Don’t be an ass.”Without another word, he leaves with my uncles in tow.Exhaustion bears down on me. Between my injury and my sorrow, I can barely find the will to keep my eyes open. There’s a hole where my heart should be. It’s uncomfortable, cold, and I feel incomplete.Even as Mom and Cassandra rush over to tell me everything’s going to be okay… Even as Aunt Natalia says she’ll put me on painkillers to manage the pain… Even as I lie down and let the world crumble around me… I suddenly realize nothing matters if I can’t have him.Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to drown out my

Breaking in is a simple matter of slipping into the building while a delivery man makes a quick drop-off, the door propped open with his foot. Nobody questions me when I walk into the elevator and arrive at his floor. I keep my eyes down, my face hidden from the building’s cameras. Tonight’s the night I finally make Rossi pay.I’ve been watching him long enough to know he keeps a spare key in the fake plant by his door. All I have to do is retrieve it and walk inside. There, I take a seat in his kitchen, gun pointed at the door, ready and waiting just like when he paid me a visit all those months ago. I’d laugh at how the tables have turned, but I frankly don’t have the energy.Rossi doesn’t arrive until roughly an hour later, long after dark. He doesn’t seem at all surprised when he flicks the light on and sees me. The man very casually shrugs off his jacket and toes off his shoes, joining me in the kitchen without any semblance of urgency or fear.“I was wondering if you were going

It’s an impossible question and I think he knows it. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for my brothers, for the empire we’re trying to build. We came from nothing, and now we rule half the city? I obviously take pride in all we’ve accomplished…But it feels hollow. The only person I really want to celebrate my achievements with is the one person who’s no longer here. Things between Zandra and me were never supposed to happen the way they did, but what we found was better than I ever could have hoped.“In an ideal world,” I answer, “I’d have both. But if I had to choose… I’d pick her.”I see no judgment in his eyes, no cause to be defensive. Leo simply nods, opens the door, and steps aside to let someone enter. A woman. One with flowing red hair and startling blue eyes. I’m either seeing a ghost, or I’m looking right at—“Cassandra?” I breathe. “What are you doing here?”“I don’t have a lot of time,” she says quickly. “If Dad finds out I’m here, I might as well just shoot myself.” “What’s

Zandra Franco POVI never wanted a big wedding. Growing up, I wasn’t the type of girl who dreamed about flowing white dresses, enough flowers to open a florist shop or exorbitantly expensive multi-tier cakes. I’m perfectly content with what I have—my family in attendance and my man standing proudly at the altar.We’re in a small chapel, tucked away in one of the city's quieter, more peaceful corners. I’m dressed in the same wedding dress Mom wore when she married Dad, the very same veil on my head. There are no words to describe how honored I am to wear it. I hope one day, I get to pass it on to my own daughter to wear at her wedding, and perhaps even my granddaughter after her. Little things like these, full of sentiment and love, are how traditions are born.Dad and I stand just in front of the main entrance to the chapel. Everyone’s taken their seats, and the music is beginning to swell. I know he had his reservations when I first agreed to marry Andrei, but instead of bitterness,

Baguio City, PhilippinesSpecial? Sometimes she had to stop and wonder too. Anya Mancini pressed the phone close to her mouth and whispered, “I swear there’s something in the water. The men here are well-hung, well-built, and fuck like they are made to pleasure women twenty-four/seven. Which by my experience, they are, and if you want to know how I know all the men are well endowed, two words: Risky Whiskey.”Silence fed through the line before a string of bubbly laughter met her ear.Snickers and a few sputtered laughs sounded from a few tables down. She dared a look over her shoulder. Heat climbed the back of her neck as Damon Castillo shot her a quizzical look from across the bar with a smirk on his face as if sensing the Blue Mountain Ridge crew was being talked about.Lord help her, that Castillo smirk as she liked to call it. Every single one of the Castillo siblings had it and used it like a weapon of mass destruction on the poor female population of Castillo Ridge.Whether tou