All Chapters of My Mafia: Chapter 61 - Chapter 63

Third Person's Pov: Hayden can't help but worry that the entire incident of today has possibly pushed River beyond return.Wordlessly with a solemn face, he carries her in his arms. Up the stairs and into a spare guest room.He was well aware of the mess Arnold Knot's men had made in his mansion. And he wasn't at all pleased with it. But he wanted to take care of River first.He gently lays her down on the neatly dressed King sized bed, and quietly but tenderly covers her with a thick blanket.She had fallen asleep on his shoulders, on the drive home. Her breathing was steady but a bit heavy.And right now the sight of her at gun point kept replaying in his mind.Only now did he realize, as he stared at her sleeping figure. Just how much she truly mattered to him. He clenches his fists at his side, his rage rising with each memory that resurfaces. He had successfully pulled her into his dark life, but it was too late to stop now. He won't let her go, he refuses to. He couldn't imagi

I had stumbled out the room I was in, only to realize it was a spare guest room. I was so disoriented when I woke. I had gotten up too fast. Limping out of bed, I had nearly fallen the moment I was on my feet again. I felt so weak and drained. My vision was barely clear as I half-stumbled and half-limped down the stairs. I accidentally knocked down a vase which probably cost more than my monthly salary on the way down. I silently cursed as I clung unto the railing for dear life. Breaking my fall and doing my best to avoid the shards on the ground. Everywhere was now eerily quiet. Too quiet that it caused my heart to skip and my breath hitch. I could have sworn there were voices coming from downstairs... or was it my hallucination? I side step the shards as best as I can, retreating backwards. Then I miss my step and as my heart leaps into my chest, I remember I'm on the stairs. I gasp, losing my grip on the railing as I fall backwards. My vision blurs further as I brace fo