All Chapters of The Mafia’s Regret: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Jasper Ever since Elijah had come by with Emery’s necklace and informed me that someone tried to … and did … blow up her house I’ve been on high alert. My nerves were beyond repair at this point and I felt like I was constantly jittery. No amount of weed would calm me down. That’s when I decided to stop fighting it. And I turned to something a little harder. It wasn’t like it was hard to find. Hell we moved it through our business. The last couple weeks I’d spent my time getting high and fucking every woman I came across. I threw parties and stayed up all night and slept all day. Finally. I’d had enough. And I’d made a decision. My mother had been constantly calling me… shaming me for partying and not being there for my father. What did she think? I was going to lay at his feet after he said he would hand off the business to Pelican…. After I’d spend literal years running it for him while he sat back and took all the rewards?? No. Fuck that. I’d laughed when Elijah suggested tha

Emery I was doing better, healing nicely. And Christmas was quickly approaching. I had to finish my shopping and wrapping, but at the same time I didn’t want it to end. I wanted time to stand still right here right now. Even though things had been weird between Elijah and I, and even though someone still just tried to kill me .. I was happy and content in my home. Bridge and I had spent every day together last week. And Layla had been there quite a bit too. She was finally getting used to us. She was becoming a little more open and outspoken than she was at first. I honestly didn’t understand how she stood being around Frankie. He was so deeply inappropriate most of the time. Even though he insisted to me over and over he didn’t like her … I knew that wasn’t the case. He kept bringing her around for some reason. In other news I’d marked one more thing off my to do list. Frank senior called me and told me something I didn’t know about him …Years ago after he’d married Frankie’s mo

EmeryI pulled the towel down I had wrapped around me once I got out of the shower. I ran my hand over my ribs , wincing some at the pain that was still there. Apparently breaking your ribs and then breaking them again before they’d fully healed could really cause some damage. The bruises had turned an ugly yellow color. And by now I knew that meant they were just about gone. My knee and foot were still sore from the sprains and the cracks in the bones and the surgeries. But I was able to walk on them without braces and boots now. Seemed like every time I got healed something else happened. So I wasn’t complaining. My main annoyance with it all is that Elijah still refused to touch me when I was banged up. Most days I felt like I might seriously explode if he didn’t hurry up and do … something. I had a doctor appointment today. I was getting X-rays done to make sure my bones were all healing. Bridge had to help her mother with the store so Layla had offered to come with me. Christ

Emery I hung up the phone and looked around at the mess I had on the coffee table. There were planners, large sheets of sketch paper where Bridge and I had drawn out my wedding, wrapping paper and tags and bows, spreadsheets and folders for the work I’m doing for Vincent, and a bottle of wine I’d been working on. I also had pens and some colored drawing pencils … a plate with a half eaten sandwich… a Diet Coke can … two candles and a big bowl with some decorative balls in it. Plus coffee table books and some other decor were there as well. It was complete mayhem. I’d found out the place where Elijah had gotten my ring, Oliver my necklace and Frankie my watch .. and I’d called the man. I thought of what I wanted to get the boys for Christmas. I’d been going back and forth over email and phone calls with him for days now. Argyle … which funnily enough was the older man’s name … was actually really good with technology. I was able to draw a picture of what I was looking for .. scan i

Vivian I rolled over in my bed. The cloud like comforter and pillows that Jasper had spent a fortune on were so worth the money. I never wanted to get up. Every day it takes me an hour to actually leave the coziness of this bed. It’s freezing in my apartment, and all I’m wearing is a tshirt so I grab one of Adam’s hoodies he’d left here and throw it on. I go to the living room and quickly make a fire then head to the kitchen for my morning coffee. I never used to drink coffee. I didn’t like the taste of it then Jasper started getting all these fancy lattes and cappuccinos and then I was hooked. He had one of these coffee makers at his house that did everything. They’d make espressos or frappes.. anything you wanted. I ended up taking his when I moved out. I’m sure he noticed it was gone because he used it every morning but he never said a word. Not even when he saw it in my apartment. But I loved the thing and couldn’t do without it now. I started some toast and threw my crazed h