《The Mafia’s Regret》全部章節：第 61 章 - 第 70 章

Jasper When Emery and I were in college, we got into all sorts of things. But dammit did we have a blast. That’s when we got really close. It was only after I returned, and my dad gave me so much responsibility over the business that I started pulling away from her. And before that she was always stuck to Elijah and those other assholes for us to ever get too close. But when we left … I had her all to myself. After Vivian had shouted out those horrible awful words my dad and I had stood there dumbfounded. And of course neither one of us believed her for a second… not really anyway. But she only yelled it out once my dad was about to kick her in the stomach. If it had been a trick.. she would’ve said it sooner .. at least that’s what I’m thinking. It seems like my dad is thinking the same because he immediately stopped what he was doing and stared at her. But he wanted proof. A half an hour later, my dad’s private doctor and a nurse were there .. doing a blood test on Vivian. I

Emery I can’t fucking believe I made it here without any problems. Bridge hasn’t even called me — I kind of have to wonder if the two of them are making out. I grab my keys and lock my door, slipping them into my pocket, and leaving my purse and phone in the car. If and when they do notice .. I don’t want to be distracted by my phone. My nerves were oddly calm now that I’d gotten here .. don’t know what that meant but I was glad. I walked into the building nodding at the man at the door, thankful he didn’t ask me any questions. I quickly got into the very last elevator, hoping it was empty .. before anyone started questioning me. Of course this place would have pin pads and doormen and not just stairs and normal damn floors. Luckily, no one was in the elevator.. but my happiness was short lived. I looked at the numbers on the elevator. From my sleuthing.. I knew I needed to go to the top floor. So I pressed the button but then .. nothing happened. A little screen popped up askin

Vivian Pain. I was blinded for a moment .. I could see nothing but bright white light. When it finally subsided.. I felt an excruciating pain. What the fuck? She actually fucking shot me. This bitch actually fucking shot me!!! I looked up.. she was still holding the gun but Jasper was there. I’d seen him coming up behind her right before the gun went off. He’d pushed her arms right before she shot causing her to almost miss me. But I still got it .. just in the shoulder. But fuck.. it hurt. It hurt worse than getting my hand smashed in the wreck .. worse than the surgeries that followed.. worse than having permanent pins in it now. I looked down and saw that I was losing a lot of blood. “What the fuck!!??” Jasper was yelling. But Emery just stared at me. For the first time.. I was actually scared of her. Usually I just hated her .. but I’d never seen her like this. She was normally so.. nice .. and pleasing and agreeable. But not right now. I guess she’d been pushed to her l

Emery The last couple of weeks the weather had turned frigid. Thanksgiving was right around the corner.. and I couldn’t wait to spend it with Vincent and the boys at Vincent’s big house in the country. There would be a huge meal… and many of the gang would come as well. We were sending the list around. The list would be sent to all the ‘upper ranked’ families that would be attending the dinner. It was normally the same each year .. except ever since my parents died .. they were obviously notably absent. Vincent always made the turkey.. he had a huge smoker in the backyard and he and Elijah did the meats… turkey.. ham… and ribs. Oliver and his dad would usually make the bread and potatoes while Frankie’s family made the dressing and dessert. Frankie’s mom.. who was the closest thing I had to a motherly figure anymore .. was the best cook and baker I’d ever known. Even though Vincent had chefs and a lot of the other families did too .. we always cooked our own food for holidays.

Emery Today was a special day … you could actually smell the day in the air. I’d always wondered about that. My only guess is that literally everyone in the neighborhood, in the entire town .. state.. country even…. everyone is cooking so the smells just waft through the air. Thanksgiving had finally arrived. I’d spent the last couple of weeks staying busy. Vincent always had plenty of paperwork for me to do. I stared at the computer so long yesterday my eyeballs felt like they were going to pop straight out of my head. When I told this to Bridge, she said ‘I was treading over into zombie lore and to stick to vampires and werewolves …’. I was a little worried about cooking my part of the dinner — just because I knew how good everyone else was. It had been a few years since I’d celebrated the holiday at Vincent’s. But I followed the directions as best I could. And my turkey cake actually turned out so cute. Hopefully, it tasted decent. I’d watched the parade that morning then go