All Chapters of The Cost of Saving Him: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

-Mina- I decided going to work today wouldn’t be good for me. Picking up the phone from the nightstand, I called Corey. Two rings later, “Hey Mina, what’s up?” Thankfully, he answers. “Hey man, you wanna take a spin holding down the place today?” I knew he wanted to be promoted. I overheard him telling the other cooks he wanted to ask me, but with Larry dying and the anniversary of my parents’ deaths coming up. He didn’t want to worry me about extra stuff. I never told him I heard their conversation, but today I want him to know I agree. He deserves it. After all, we started together and busted our asses together. Of course, with only a few moments’ wait from Corey, he replied, “Hell yeah, I can do it. Are you okay, though, Mina? You never take time off, not in the 2 years I’ve known you.” How can I tell him about last night? I can’t. I don’t know how that man was or if he planned on coming back. “Yeah, I’m good, just one of those days, ya know?” I didn’t want to worry him, since we

-Mina- I ran to the door, forgetting that Lola was coming over. “Shit, I’m coming. I’m coming, hold on” I yelled as I opened it. Lola took no time, running over me, giving me a hug. “I have some things to tell you, girl!” she yelled as she let me go from her death grip. I couldn’t help but laugh at her. She always had something new to tell me. Never fails. We go sit on the couch where Spot jumped on her, dousing her with his wet kisses. “Oh, Spot. I missed you too, big guy.” She rubbed his head between her hands. I smiled. She was always hounding me the way Larry did about how he should just live with me, since I always fed him at work. “Okay Mins, I have something to tell you, then I have a question.” Lola got serious, which usually means something bad. “Oh no, did you and Tommy have a fight?” She laughed at that answer. Once she caught her breath, “Oh god no, nothing like that-” she paused before she smiled. “Mins, he popped it. After 8 years, he finally asked the question.” She s

-Mina- I could not fall back asleep to save my life. Mom was on my mind and for whatever reason, our last day. We were on the way home from Maine when a drunk driver hit us head on. We were probably an hour from our house when Mom turned to me to say we should go back but never finished her sentence. I remember waking up, hanging upside down. Blood running down my neck and arms. My dad was screaming my name, and moms. “Terry. Wake up Terry” I could hear it in his voice, but before I could call out, everything went black. It wasn’t until a few days after the accident that I woke up only to just my dad. He was cut up and bruised some kind of badly, but mom was nowhere to be seen. “Dad, where’s mom?” I remembered asking him.He didn’t have to say anything, the way he put his head down and started crying, moms gone. It took me days to fully remember what happened, and when I did, I broke. She was already gone in the car. I was almost gone. Dad had to watch as we both died. He had told me

-Tony (POV)It was just another fucking Thursday with the Moretti family and more bullshit. We get a call that the boss is meeting with someone and to meet him there. Me and Eno head to meet the boss behind some dive bar in Manhattan, but the fucking Moretti was already there. “Boss, everything good?” I asked as we approached. With him were two soldiers making their bones, Vinny and Marko. Luciano turned just enough to look at me. “I think I’m going.” At that moment, I turned to Eno, grabbing my gun. Before I could get my gun out, a shot rang out. BANG! Luciano was against the wall, holding his stomach. “FUCK! Y’all get him-” before I could tell the others to take him back, he was already walking away. I trusted he knew what he was doing.Eno and I followed the Moretti’s crew after we sent the crew after the boss. By the time we got to the end of the alley, a car was speeding off. “Fuck man, they shot him Tony.” Eno yelled. I looked at him, “dude calm down, I’m sure he is okay. This is

-Luciano (POV)- It was dark, somewhere around 1:30 in the morning. The Moretti family asked for a sit down, so I suggested neutral ground, the alley behind a dive bar named “The Broken Mug”. They agreed. Then, of course, Marco Moretti was late. I leaned against the cold brick wall, waiting as the cold seeped into my bones. I told myself this would be a meeting and nothing more, just a warning unless things go south. This prick better hurry, I thought to myself. And that’s when I heard them, footsteps. I could tell it was the smug prick. “You know you’re getting too close. Touching and pushing the lines that will start a war.” I said as I pushed off the wall. My voice remained calm, controlled, and firm. “This is the last time I will tell you to back off.” I watched as his pathetic soldiers took their places behind him, then he just gave me that smug little smirk. “Your line is useless now. Luca, you no longer scare anyone. In fact, this will not be yours much longer.” I didn’t move,