All Chapters of BEAUTY AND THE MAFIA BEASTS: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Deangelo's POV My head was spinning, and I was struggling to make sense of all this new information. I stared at Manuel, standing in front of the large suspect board, his plastic cane pointing at photos of royal guards and the limited security footage from the morning of my father’s disappearance. The board contained little information, just an account of the incidents. "The queen's goons helped her escape the dungeon and they fled through the backdoor of the castle, after which, they entered a van parked outside, and one of them spotted the CCTV cameras in front of the castle walls and shot all of them before they left," he explained with a serious expression on his face. "I am still searching nearby CCTV to see what really happened. It was frustratingly unclear and..." “So, let me get this straight,” Hugo cut in, exasperation filling his tone. “You came all the way from the mansion, leaving it unguarded, to tell us you found nothing?” Manuel snorted; a shadow of annoyance cr

Rosita's POV I stood there, rooted to the spot, a collection of naughty thoughts colliding in my mind. Why had I called him? Why was I standing at the backdoor, staring at Deangelo like a lovesick teenager? He had been a mess just minutes earlier, physically assaulting Hugo. As well, with all the action that had been going on, I now just realized how gorgeous he was—he was like a Greek god carved from darkness and sin, an almost unbearable sight to behold. The other dons were handsome in their own ways, but none of them could hold a candle to Deangelo. He possessed a raw magnetism that drew me in, a dangerous charm that whispered of both pleasure and pain. My stomach flipped as he walked toward me, his black shirt clinging to his large muscles; my heart took off like a kite in a windstorm. His scent, an intoxicating combination of leather, gunpowder, and something uniquely his, filled my nostrils, stealing my breath. Before I could even form a coherent thought, he reached me

Deangelo's POV The blunt impact of Victoria's words crushed me, like a suffocating blanket of pain. My father was dead; I fought against the grief threatening to consume me, focusing instead on the job that needed to be done. I had to find Ximena to make her pay for what she had done. The intelligence team, President Victoria had assigned, was still seated around the large table in what used to be my old meeting room—a room where I’d plotted strategies for drug distribution, now reused for something far more personal. They looked at me with sad eyes, surrounded by screens displaying maps and surveillance data. President Victoria spoke up, her voice filled with emotion as she explained the situation. “The queen contacted us just a few minutes ago, demanding we stop looking for her unless she was going to hunt us down and kill us. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't back down, not after how the king lifted me up when I had nothing and treated me like a daughter all those years

Deangelo's POV I stared out the plane window, the bright clouds blurring into a canvas of white. My gaze shifted to the newspaper in my lap, and a flood of sad satisfaction crashed over me. At least the Mexican public was still cheerfully unaware of my father’s disappearance. I had to bring him back, restore order, and ensure Ximena never set foot on Mexican soil again. "Papi," Hugo’s voice cut through my thoughts. I glanced across the VIP cabin and saw him and Silvia seated together. Silvia was asleep, her head resting on his right shoulder. Hugo mimed a lovesick expression, mouthing. “Feels good.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “Just keep trying," I mouthed back. “She will come around eventually.” Before our silent gossip could continue, the beauty’s voice broke through, loud and clear. “Why are you guys whispering?” She questioned, her voice casual. “Silvia is just resting her head on his shoulder because she has no other option. It’s not a big deal. Hugo has little to

Deangelo's POV"Ignore her," I commented, my fingers dipping between her delicate thighs, sliding into her soaking pussy."You are a bad boy," she whispered, her lips trailing down my neck, her tongue swirling around my pulse point."And you are a bad girl," I teased, my fingers thrusting deep inside her, curling upward, brushing against the spongy spot, eliciting a moan."I think I will have to punish you," I murmured, withdrawing my fingers from her and bringing them to her mouth."Suck it clean, princess," I ordered, forcing my digits between her lips.Her eyes widened and then fluttered shut as she sucked my fingers clean."Mmmm," she hummed, her tongue sliding between each digit, savoring her own taste."Good girl," I praised, pulling my fingers from her mouth, a thin string of saliva connecting us."Deangelo," she whined, her voice barely audible, her head resting against my shoulder."Shhh, Silvia will hear you. Get on your fours, and under no circumstances must you utter a wor