All Chapters of The Mafia’s Regret: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Vivian I hadn’t heard from Jasper in a while. And after Elijah paid me a visit I half expected him to show up demanding answers from me. But I couldn’t give them what they wanted. Not if I wanted to survive. I had to keep my mouth shut. And that’s exactly what I planned on doing. This business was a deadly one. And I was just almost to the point that I wanted nothing more to do with it. That didn’t mean I still didn’t want Jasper though. I did .. sadly. Even after everything. After how he’s treated me .. the horrible things he’s said. The fact that I’m carrying his child. The DNA tests came back. He is the father. I knew he was. Even though I’d slept with Adam .. the dates didn’t match up. And I just had a feeling somehow…. Kind of like the feeling I have that the baby is a girl. I knew Jasper had gotten the results as well. They’d come in the mail so I knew they’d been sent to him also. When he said he wouldn’t raise the baby or have anything to do with it .. he was angry. E

Jasper Well. It’s happened. My dad has finally blew up to the point where his body couldn’t take it anymore and he’s had a heart attack. He’s fine.. but .. not. The man is a walking contradiction though he won’t be walking much anymore. Even though he’s okay.. he’s in a wheelchair and the doctors told him he needed to severely take a step back from work. He couldn’t and shouldn’t handle the stress of the job anymore. He stayed in the hospital for a week .. and he’s now been home for a week. My brother came home to check on him and I was grateful. That meant I didn’t have to spend all my time over there. I’ve made daily phone calls and checked in, but now my brother has officially gone back home. And now my dad wants to see me. I’m assuming he’s finally going to hand the company over. I am technically the underboss although he’s never come out and assigned me officially. But the man’s been getting me ready for this since I came home from college. Technically, my dad’s Consigliere

Emery I was trying to take stock of my injuries but everything was still ringing some and my vision was blurry. God. How did this happen? I was bleeding … but I think it was from hitting the pavement so aggressively. I finally sat up … it had gotten me from behind and I was on my stomach. I was suddenly thankful it was winter and I had on so many layers. That didn’t completely save me though. My back hurt and my leg and knee were killing me. Not only that but my ribs had shooting pains and my foot felt like someone had stomped it with a hammer. I’m sure this wasn’t good for my old injuries. Elijah will never touch me now …What a stupid thing to think about in this moment. A woman was standing there talking to me… her and an off duty paramedic. There were other people around .. on their phones. I figured they were calling for an ambulance and a fire truck. The house .. I looked up at it. Tears found their way to me then as I started to cry. Even though I had literally just mov

Elijah Emery went to surgery this morning. They’d just brought her back to the room. The surgeon said he’d come check on her in a couple hours and if she was doing alright she could go home. My dad was here. And so was Frank Senior and Norman. Bridge had gone home to shower and get Emery some clothes so the guys and I decided to leave and go look at the house while she was out and had protection here. I hope it was all the drugs they’d been pumping her full of when she came out with her crazy ass idea last night. Right after she had uttered the word ‘me’ the three of us said “fuck no” all at once. She passed right back out after that. But. If I know Emery. And I do. Then she isn’t going to forget about it. She’s going to keep on and on talking about setting a trap for the stupid fucking rat in our gang … and she’s going to want to offer herself up for bait. And the girl is stubborn as hell. I don’t know how we’re going to talk her out of this. In fact I don’t think we can. She

Emery It has been a week since everything had happened and I’d gotten out of the hospital. Bridge had been amazing. She stayed with me every single day and night. She was like a mother hen.. hovering over me constantly. But I honestly loved it, welcomed it, and needed it. We watched Christmas movies and baked cookies. We wrapped gifts and shopped online. After a week I found the perfect gift for Vincent. It was a high end vintage chess set made by a British democrat a hundred years ago. It was beautifully made.. carved to perfection. He only made three of the sets total, which made it even more special. It even came with a certificate of authenticity. One belonged to his family.. another sat in a museum.. and then this one. The one I had gotten he’d left to a woman he loved. It had been passed down in her family for years, from generation to generation. And now they had decided to sale it. It cost a stupid amount of money. But I had to have it for him. He was an avid chess p