All Chapters of BEAUTY AND THE MAFIA BEASTS: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Rosita’s POV I clutched my stomach, throwing up nonstop over the balcony rails. The dizziness and nausea were overwhelming, and my throat burned as I emptied the contents of my stomach. From the courtyard, I could hear Deangelo's henchmen yelling at me to stop, but I couldn't control myself. My stomach was turning and hurting like hell. Unexpectedly, a hand grasped my hair, pulling it back from my face as ice-cold water poured over my head, taking my breath for a second. I gasped, turning to see Deangelo, his expression filled with worry. "Are you alright?" he questioned, holding the empty bottle. I glared at him, unable to hide the disgust in my face. "No thanks to you and your henchmen, I'm not fine! What...what did you assholes do to me?" A small frown touched his face. "You wanted to kill yourself. I couldn't let that happen, so I asked Hugo to sedate you for your own good, you ungrateful little peasant." My mouth fell open as I tried to vomit again, but I choked

Deangelo’s POV I stared at the bottle of Romano's favorite wine in the backseat of the car, wiping off a bit of dust. I wasn't entirely sure why I was here, why I felt the need to see if Romano was still alive. But the look of disgust on the beauty's face, calling me a murderer, echoed in my mind. "You really don't need to do this, Papi," Hugo said from the front seat. "We both know Romano won't let you in after what you did to him, you aren't the type to be bothered about what other people think about you." I took a deep breath and sighed, the weight of the matter pressing down on me. "I know, but I want to make amends. I made a mistake shooting him just because he refused to give me the beautiful peasant, a senora has never come between us before." Hugo nodded. "I'm glad you see that. It's unlike you to feel remorse for a murder, especially of a don. But I will support whatever you want to do, here is a little something for protection." He concluded, taking out a pistol and gi

Deangelo’s POV My breath caught in my throat as my eyes landed on the beauty’s unconscious body on the cold room floor. Her skin was extremely pale, her legs, nose, and ears discolored and ice-cold. My stomach flipped, did somersaults, and dove right to my crotch. I staggered backward, nearly falling, but Miguel broke my fall. Rushing to the beauty's side, I tapped her chill cheek, calling out, "Wake up, little peasant." But she didn't move, her eyes remaining closed. Fingers shaking, I checked her breathing—faint, but there. I lifted her gently into my arms, cradling her fragile body as if she might crack like an egg. I ran out of the room as if my life depended on it and barked out orders to Miguel. "Get the doctor to come here as soon as possible!" My heart hammered with terror as I carried the beauty to my bedroom, kicking open the door. Placing her on the bed, I covered her with layer after layer of thick blankets, racing to my dressing room for more. I collected more b

Author’s POV Dolores fell to the floor at Vincenzo's feet, her hands clasped in plea. "Please, spare me! I knew nothing of Stefano's plan. I didn't want to leave with him, he forced me to go with him!" she pleaded. Vincenzo gazed down at her, a smug smirk curving his lips. "I saw what happened on my CCTV. You are useful to me." He gestured to his henchmen. "Take her away." Dolores grinned gratefully. "Thank you, Lord Vincenzo." She allowed the men to grip her arms, dragging her out of the office. On the main floor of the police station, Dolores was shocked to see the other employees frozen like statues, beads of sweat glistening on their foreheads as they were held at gunpoint by a group of Vincenzo's men in red suits. Vincenzo walked over to a remote, pressing a button that caused thick curtains to fall over the glass walls, thrusting the entire office into a soft light and secure from any eye outside the walls. Hawk was pinned to the wall, his hands cuffed behind his bac

Rosita’s POV The loud blasting of classical music jolted me awake, the loudness of sound assaulting my ears. As I sat up, blinking in the bright light, I took in my surroundings. I was on a small bed in what appeared to be a massive warehouse. Dozens of other women, around my age or older, were stirring on similar beds, murmuring to one another in confusion. "Where are we?" the woman next to me whispered. I shook my head, clutching it as a sharp pain throbbed. "I... I have no idea. I'm just as lost as you." I answered. Racking my brain, I tried to recall the events of the previous night. The memory of the big mafia man picking me up came rushing back, and my heart clenched. This was not the freedom I had hoped for, what the hell was going on? Perhaps I had trusted Hugo a little too much. Abruptly, a group of thugs marched through multiple doors lining the warehouse walls, some carrying large guns, others carrying a basket of tools. One brave woman approached them, demanding