All Chapters of THE BEAUTIFUL MAFIA BOSS: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Daniel’s father took up the space of two men and stood a good head and a half taller than her five-five height. He aimed her way, pushing through chairs and tables, empty or not, wild, furious, eyes landed on hers as the double doors to the diner swung shut behind the man who carried the same face as her lover, only a few years older. Handsome, with a streak of silver through his sideburns and a thick beard trimmed close to the chin.The man never held a kind word for her, but today he seemed riled up more than usual. As soon as he’d learned about her, Damon, and Daniel, he’d been angry and the crinkled skin at the corners of his eyes only grew deeper. If wrath had a color she would say it matched the same stormy blue clouds swirling a nasty tempest in his irises. His mouth pulled back in a fierce grimace making him appear ten years older and meaner than a hell-bound priest.Anya’s back went straight and her eyebrows inched up at the wall of muscle plowing toward her.He tossed people

Anya looked up at the sound of Daniel’s voice and edged closer to Desmond. All the remaining patrons now surrounded the bar too, shoulder-to-shoulder support for one of their own.“You ever do any bull riding?” Damon called over the radio, a smile in place more for her benefit than anything else, she bet.“A time or two. Might have been half-drunk on some moonshine at the time, but yeah. Let’s do this.”“You can have some moonshine if you get your ass back here in one piece, you hear me, bro?”“Gonna need it from the sound of it. This will hurt like a bitch, won’t it?”“If Desmond can handle it, you can.”That was Damon.The TV station crew glued their cameras on the chopper, and she looked on as Damon was prepared to rappel again at a moment’s notice.“Fuck. Hey, Desmond, man, turn the TV off in case this shit goes sideways.”If they did what she thought they were talking about, the maneuver meant to save Daniel’s life could smash him against the rocks instead. She didn’t need to be

He didn’t waste any time working her as close to him as possible. His mind was nowhere near today’s incident from the way he leaned back and propped a foot on the fender of his truck, his expression calm. Delicious pressure hit her center.“We need to fix the clothes issue,” he growled low for her ears only.“I agree, but not here.”She inhaled deeply at the carnal promises his tone carried.She wanted to fight her attraction but, hey, one more night with the inked, muscled badass cocky mountain men wouldn’t do any harm.Damon came to stand behind her and glided a hand up her bare arm, over her shoulder until he had her braid in hand. Tugging her to face him, her lips parted for the slow glide of his lips across hers.Daniel cupped a hand around the back of her head, holding her steady for Damon to devour her mouth. Between her thighs, Daniel’s cock grew thicker and she swore the heat of his desire burned through the layers of clothing. Beneath his cotton shirt, taut muscles rippled u

Damon crossed the dimly lit street and let himself into Castillo Fire and took the back stairs two at a time. He pulled a key from his pocket and a few seconds later they both stood inside Anya Mancini’s apartment. The delicate scent of lavender filled his nostrils as the rusty, old hinges creaked. He had meant to take care of that last week for her, but work kept them tied up from sunup to sundown with little time for much else.That would change.Soft light poured in from the front windows—the frilly white things she had pulled over the large panes did nothing for privacy. A single beam of sunlight caught on the glittery texture of something off to the side of the door.Daniel tossed his heavyweight into one of the chairs situated between him and Anya.“Fuck, man. Denton was right when he called. If this doesn’t work, she’s gone.”“He can’t put off taking her where she wants to go,” Damon confirmed, grimly.Suitcase after suitcase lined the worn wooden floor by the door and told the

“I should be mad at both of you for your macho bull crap.” She pulled up short of them, just out of their reach. The last time she hesitated, he understood. But out here, no prying eyes. He would have to stop her from robbing them of her delicious heat.Anger tinted her cheeks a pretty pink and reached into her eyes until they shone like sapphire jewels. Rosy lips pursed in contemplation. Damon fought the grin that worked his lips into a smile.Every cell in his body told him to push her patience and get her riled up enough to tell them why she thought leaving without saying goodbye was a good idea. Fuck that. Why she thought she would be leaving in the first place?But logic pulled back his tendencies and slowed him to a walk. He’d get his answers later when she was weak and pinned between him and Daniel.“I should have known you two would be up to something. Mama said as much and Remy warned me to bolt my door the second she got off the phone with Denton.”“Why didn’t you?”Anya too