All Chapters of THE BEAUTIFUL MAFIA BOSS: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

A couple of days later, Fernando was in the main sitting room in the morning, waiting for Maria Victoria to wake up. That very morning, as he enjoyed his morning coffee, he had a delivery made, and it was in the main room.He kept trying to tell himself he didn’t give a fuck about Maria Victoria’s feelings. It didn’t matter if she enjoyed living with him or not, or even being married to him. He was never going to accept no as an answer. His debt to Dante was paid, and Maria Victoria was the price of that. She had to get used to it.Leaving her this morning, to take care of this, was hard. Now, as he sat and enjoyed his coffee, his impatience was growing. When he heard the door of the bedroom opening and her footsteps as she came out of the room, he checked the mirror to watch as she entered. She wore the silk robe he’d purchased for her.Her full brown hair was mounded on top of her head in a small clip, and he knew she’d already taken a trip to the bathroom. Maria Victoria’s routine

My dearest Maria Victoria,If you are reading this, I know the worst has happened and against my wishes, I’m no longer with you. I have a feeling it’s going to be some time after I’ve passed that you will read this, as I know how stubborn you’ve become, especially when it comes to your father. I’ve told you many times that I don’t want you to have hate in your heart for Dante. Trust me, I know circumstances didn’t work out the way I wanted them to. I loved your father with every fiber of my being. He was my world, and when I realized the truth, I knew my heart would never be the same. I was never going to be the same.Even as Fernando read, Maria Victoria could hear her mother in those words.I’m sick. I’m not going to get better. We know the doctors are telling the truth, and I’m not willing to wait for a miracle, to know that I’m going to be around to see you flourish. I know you. I’ve told Dante to leave you alone for a year after my death. If you find someone, fall in love, and le

My name is Leonardo Sebastian Franco, son of Fernando Giordano Franco. Only the strongest survive. I am strong. I am powerful. Now, I want to survive together with my Mafia Family.I have twins (a boy and a girl) and another girl ensued with Luna Belle Fernandez.Alessandra Franco POVRome, ItalyOf all the things on my to-do list today, getting myself kidnapped was not one of them.I count five of them. Maybe six, but I can’t be sure. Three guards watch over me today because this was supposed to be a routine cash pickup. My men are quickly incapacitated. Before I even have the chance to blink or draw the gun hidden in my jacket’s inner pocket, someone throws a bag of thickly woven black cloth over my head and disarms me.I can’t see a thing. The bag smells sour with sweat. My hands are forcefully bound behind me with what I can only assume are thick zip ties. I scream bloody murder, kicking and thrashing with all my might as someone grabs me by the arms, lifts me off the pavement, and

Alexander Mancini POVI enter my office and lock the door behind me, treading across the carpeted floor toward my desk. My workspace is nothing to write home about. A couple of fake plants, old and tacky wallpaper, and a lazy ceiling fan rotating round and round. And it’s exactly how I want it. The decor screams ‘humble company owner.’ Nobody would blink twice at me or suspect me of wrongdoing. Everything is modest and understated.I do not need flashy jewelry, overpriced sports cars, or imported Cuban cigars. What I want is to fly under the radar, to be underestimated. That’s how I’ll ensure Alexander Mancini’s success. Nobody will see us coming, and when they do— it will be too late. I retrieve the burner phone hidden in the top drawer of my desk, the device still in the packaging. It was a major pain in the ass trying to track down Leonardo Franco’s number—it’s not like a mafia leader advertises that sort of thing—but after weeks of diligent work, I managed to track down a guy who

“When asked, the witness stated she saw the Mancini Brothers Taxi Company logo on the side of the car. Rather interesting, don’t you think?”“Surely she’s mistaken. There are plenty of other taxi companies in the city. Perhaps she confused one of our vehicles with someone else.”“Perhaps,” he says noncommittally. “Would you mind if I look around?”I set my jaw. I have two options here. The first and most instinctive thing to do is tell him to fuck off. He could be lying about the witness to try and garner a reaction out of me, and he frankly has no grounds to search. I could claim harassment and be done with it, but that would make me look guiltier.My second option is to agree to his request. Dangerous, considering I have Sandra locked up in the taxi depot’s supply basement. I want the man to think I have nothing to hide, except that’s the furthest thing from the truth. If he finds her, it’s all over. There’s got to be an alternative.With a confident smile, I gesture to the door. “B