All Chapters of BEAUTY AND THE MAFIA BEASTS: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Deangelo’s POV The sound of gunshots echoed from inside the courthouse, people running out in fear. Their faces were soaked with sweat, the kind that reeked of fear. Gripping two loaded assault rifles, I stepped out of my car, my henchmen rushing out of the accompanying black jeeps that took over the front of the court with Silvia among them. She slammed my car door shut with a quick kick, flashing a glimpse of her blue lace panties beneath her extremely short leather skirt. I quickly averted my gaze, following her as we pushed past the terrified crowd toward the courthouse entrance. The loud wail of police sirens pierced the air, but I paid no attention to them. Looking into the main floor of the courthouse, I took in the sight before me—the bullet-riddled walls, dead bodies of security guards strewn across the floor, and the stubborn bang of gunfire. Pressing the communication chip in my ear, I demanded an update from Hugo. His ragged breathing popped through the line. "I...I

Author’s POV Rosita gripped the railing of the balcony, her knuckles turning white as she poured her heart into a familiar song—the one she would sing for her father and Dolores on their birthdays. Her angelic voice echoing off the walls of the mansion. Fat tears rolled like pearls down her pale cheeks as she longed for the comforts of her old life, before she had been swept up into this nightmare. As the last notes of the song faded from her lips, the insistent sound of knocking echoed from the door. Rosita knew it was Romano's henchman, who had been trying to coax her out for the better part of an hour. But she had no intention of submitting to their demands—marriage was the furthest thing from her mind. Romano's worried voice called out. "My angel, are you alright in there? Why aren't you opening the door?" The jingle of keys came before Romano's hurried footsteps, and Rosita tensed as he burst onto the balcony, seizing her hand and pulling her away from the railing. She cr

Author’s POV Warning: This chapter contains dark content, which some readers may perceive as rape, as well as violent and dark behavior. If you are not comfortable with this type of content, you may skip this chapter. "Please, faster, harder, don't stop," Dolores begged, her nails digging into his shoulders, her core squeezing his cock, her pussy clenching around his cock. But to her greatest surprise, he pulled his cock out of her at the last minute and felt him leaving the bed. She turned around to look at him, and a cold shiver worked its way down her spine. His mask clattered to the floor, and she saw a completely different look on his face. His eyes were extremely red, like he had just turned into a beast. The beast they had told her about, but ones without claws. Before she could utter a word. He pulled out the top drawer, took out a whip, and started whipping her all over her body, and the worst thing was, it wasn't a normal whip; it was a fire whip, and it burned her ski

Rosita’s POV I clutched the edges of the extravagant wedding dress, hot tears running down my face as I watched the news report. The headline resounded that Don Romano, the "Don of Weed," had been shot dead in a shootout at his mansion. The reporter described the messy scene, where seven other people had also lost their lives. Now there was a vacancy for the fourth most powerful don in the city, and the police were searching the location to find Romano's killer. I gulped, the tears beginning to come fast. I wanted to be rescued, but not at the cost of someone's life. The realization that a man had died right before my eyes made me sick to my stomach. I hated myself for being pleased that Deangelo had come to save me. Sobs tore from the depths of my soul as I stood in the middle of Deangelo's living room, expecting the arrival of the very man who had heartlessly taken a life. As if he could hear my thoughts, he strode in, his expression cold and indifferent, as if he hadn't jus

Deangelo’s POV I covered the sleeping beauty with a blanket after Hugo had sedated her. Turning to him, I instructed. "You are not allowed to leave this room, keep a close eye on her and prevent her from harming herself when she wakes up." "Where are you going, Papi? You still haven’t decided on who to give up yet," Hugo demanded, his voice filled with concern. I didn’t answer, stepping out of the room. I wanted to spend the night with the whore Vincenzo had left, to see if I felt anything for another woman and determine if what I felt for the beauty was truly love, even though I had never experienced such an emotion before. Walking down the corridor toward my room, I ordered one of the henchmen standing guard to fetch the whore. Though I felt a sting of pity for the woman, I was going to use her to uncover the truth about my feelings. Entering my room, I removed my jacket, tossing it to the floor. My jaw slightly dropped in surprise at what I saw. Silvia was inside, dr