Semua Bab THE BEAUTIFUL MAFIA BOSS: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Xander Mancini POVSamuel huffs but doesn’t argue. Roman looks like he has something snarky to say, but Leo complains—much to my surprise.“Celebrating every now and then won’t kill us, Xander.”I glare at him, more than a little aware of the fact that Sandra has now stepped onto the dance floor and slipped into the crowd. The tiny voice in the back of my head tells me to leave. We shouldn’t overstay our welcome. If Zandra’s here, that means the rest of her crew might not be far behind. It’d be a shame to wash all our hard work down the drain over something as stupid as a celebratory drink.“No,” I state. “Go home. We have too much to do tomorrow.”Roman sighs, shrugging his shoulders. “Fine, fine. Aren’t you coming with?”I swallow, my mouth and throat inexplicably dry. Yes, my brain screams. “I have one more thing to clear up with Luvenko,” my mouth says instead.“Do you need me to stay? Since he thinks I’m you.”I shake my head. “No. I’ve got it. Now, get out of here.”Samuel claps

Alessandra Franco POVHe’s a man possessed. I think I am, too. Something takes over my body. Something carnal and feral and downright animalistic. He lets go of my wrists and my hands fly to his hair. He bites down on my lip. His greedy hands grab my ass, hook under my thighs, nails scraping over my skin. I don’t recognize the sounds I’m making, every wanton moan a facet of myself I didn’t realize I possessed.The weight of his body blankets mine, the hard press of his cock between my legs sending my brain into a spiral. I need more, need everything. For a brief, shining moment, I forget who he is—who I am—and the fact that this is probably the worst idea of all time. It’s just so hard to care when it feels so good.“This is your last chance to tell me to stop, princess,” he growls against the crook of my neck. “Because if you don’t, I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name.”I grip his hair and tug backward, licking my lips in feverish anticipation. “Don’t make promises you can

By the time I leave the taxi depot, it’s nearly two in the morning. My brothers have already gone home, but I don’t mind putting in the extra work. Criminal enterprises don’t exactly run themselves.I walk out into the brisk night, flicking my lighter on and off. It’s a soothing action, the repetitive nature of my thumb rolling over the striking mechanism helping to clear my mind of any lingering thoughts. It’s been a hell of a day.Xander Mancini POVWhen I reach my car in the employee-designated parking lot, I stop short. On any other day, I wouldn’t think twice about sliding into my car and driving off. But something’s… off. Call it a gut reaction. A hunch. There’s a chill in the air, an icky feeling crawling down my spine.I look around. Save for a couple of taxi drivers working the graveyard shift out on their smoke break, I’m entirely alone.I decide to inspect my vehicle, walking around it to give it a thorough once-over. Everything looks as it should. No scratches, no dents. N

Xandra Franco POVXander is hot on my heels. Thankfully, my guards are quick to swarm me, reaching for their weapons. I wave them off, silently ordering them to stand down. I don’t think Xander’s going to hurt me. At least, he’s not stupid enough to do it in broad daylight with all these witnesses around.“What do you want?” I grumble.He glances at Vincent, then back to me, eyes too dark to decipher. “Midnight. I’ll wait an hour.”He doesn’t give a location, but he doesn’t have to. There’s only one place he could be referring to.I put a hand on my hip. “What makes you think I’ll come?”His cocky grin is answered enough because we both already know I’ll be there.Alexander Mancini POV12:45 a.m.Is it on the armchair of the hotel room couch, hunched over with my elbows resting on my knees? Fifteen more minutes. I tell myself I will wait fifteen minutes, and if she doesn’t show…I have no clue why I’m so anxious to see her. No, not anxious. Excited.Zandra crashing my meeting was neve

Zandra Franco POV“I know you’re trying to push them out of Italy,” he says. “I’ve been watching you ever since the traffic stop all those years ago. I could tell the second I met you that you had plans of your own. So why don’t we work together, huh? That way we both get what we want. If you help me make the De Luna disappear, it’ll clear the way for you to take over the city just like you want. That’s what I call a win-win.”I remain silent as I mull his words over. This is certainly a turn of events. It definitely explains why the detective has been so adamant about hanging out around the taxi depot. Was he trying to find some dirt on me in the hopes of blackmailing me into helping him? Could it be that because he found nothing, he’s now resorting to this last-ditch attempt at manipulation?I do want the Franco mafia out of the way, but Rossi was right.I won’t be caught dead talking to a cop.“Leave,” I tell him. “Never come back. If you dare make the mistake of showing your face