All Chapters of BEAUTY AND THE MAFIA BEASTS: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Rosita's POV "Deangelo! Deangelo! Deangelo!" I called out to him, my voice fragile and raspy. I was crawling on the cold floor, my shoulders hurt, my back hurt, and my chest hurt. There was hardly a body part that wasn't aching, throbbing, swollen, or bruised. I couldn't walk or control my limbs. I dragged myself across the cold tile with my elbows, each movement sending burning pain up my arms. But Deangelo didn't answer or show up. His deep voice faded into the surroundings, and I realized he was no longer in the corridor. Why wasn't he answering me? Reaching the open doorway, I dragged myself out of the room, my hospital gown snagging on the floor. I could feel droplets of something wet under me. It was—it was Blood. Was it just Silvia's, or was there the doctor's blood mixed in? I couldn't tell. Eventually, I made it to the doorway and looked out at the room. The corridor to the right was empty and deserted; my head shifted to the left side, and my eyes landed on Sil

Deangelo's POV The sunrise was painting the sky with stripes of orange and gold. Before the rising sun, the bodies of the police officers I had been shooting at with the Italian goons were just silhouettes. I changed the magazine of the sniper rifle, resting it against the hood of the car, and looked into the scope. I aimed it towards the police officers, who were gathered together behind their cop cars, also waiting for a moment to shoot. The rays of the sun, golden and strong, touched my skin, brightening the whole courtyard. I focused the scope on the police chief, who seemed to be wearing a different uniform than the others. Joy blossomed in my chest; he must be the one. I directed the sniper towards his forehead and squeezed the trigger. But before the bullet could hit him, the old man ducked at great speed. The bullet pierced the chest of the police officer behind him instead, and the officer fell to the floor instantly, with a giant hole in his chest. "Fuck!" I cursed

Deangelo’s POV The sound of footsteps—was the first thing that registered, a rhythmic tap-tap-tap against the floor. My entire body hurt like it had been pierced with a thousand needles as I forced my eyes open. The light in the room, extremely bright and harsh, burned like acid against my eyeball. I groaned, squeezing my eye shut again, then slowly forced it open until it adjusted to the blinding brightness. Silvia. She was pacing back and forth, like an angry bird trapped in this golden room. Her face, usually an unreadable mask of controlled efficiency, was wrinkled with worry. The Beauty—that was the only thought clawing its way through the haze in my mind. I expected to see her, her beautiful face and energetic spirit filling the room, but instead, it was just Silvia. I pushed myself up in the bed, a shock of pain shooting through every bone in my body. "Princess?" The word escaped my lips before I could stop it. The moment she saw that I was awake, her face fell. Fat

Deangelo's POV Silvia pinched her nose shut with her thumb as she pulled open the car door for me. I carefully eased Hugo's body into the passenger seat, his limbs floppy and lifeless. It was a struggle not to break down, to let the grief consume me. I had barely managed to cope with Miguel's death, but this—this was different. The death of Hugo struck at my core, leaving a deep wound in my soul. I wasn't able to protect him, I had promised him, back when he had first joined my team as a naïve teenager. He was like the brother I never had, and now, I was the one who had to bury him. "Boss! Boss! Boss! Are you alright?" Silvia’s voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back to reality. "We need to leave as soon as possible!" The intense shriek of police sirens grew louder and closer. A thick flood of water arced through the air, soaking the toxic smoke, dissolving it into a thin vapor. Another flood followed, then another, the fire extinguishers working in unison to quash the

Deangelo's POV I slid down the thick rope, the rough strings biting into my gloved hands, adrenaline pumping through my veins. Landing silently on the trimmed grass, I took in the surroundings, it was a low-priced mansion located in the middle of nowhere, so this was my stepmother’s secret hideout. The courtyard was covered in the warm light of the moon and also external lights. Heavily armed guards patrolled the perimeter, their eyes scanning the darkness with caution. They were well-trained experts, but none of them had spotted me yet. Silvia's voice popped in my earpiece. "Boss, can you clear the courtyard alone? Do you need backup?" I pressed a finger against the earpiece, whispering, "I don't need your help. If I do, I will let you know. Have you forgotten what I'm capable of?" "Sorry, boss. Just… finish the job." she replied. I hummed in response, the excitement building in my gut. I pulled out one of the katanas strapped to my back, the sharp blade shiny in the moon