บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Boss Is After My Life: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

ONE MONTH EARLIER Derick Edgar stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror of his apartment, barely recognizing the man looking back at him. A month ago, he'd been Jems' bodyguard, a professional doing his job and protecting a young lady who'd become something like family to him. Then he'd discovered the truth. Richard Dawson, the man whose family Derick had been protecting and the man who'd hired him personally, was his father. His father, who'd abandoned his mother when she got pregnant, and his father, who'd built an empire while Derick and his mother struggled in poverty. The revelation had shattered something inside Derick. He'd quit immediately, unable to stomach another day working for the man who'd ruined his mother's life. But quitting wasn't enough, and revenge wasn't enough. Derick wanted destruction, complete and total destruction. He wanted to take everything from Richard the way Richard had taken everything from his mother. He wanted to watch Richard lose hi

Mira's phone buzzed at exactly 3 PM. She'd been expecting it, dreading it, but the reality of seeing Don Emilio's number on her screen still made her stomach drop. She stepped away from her study desk and locked her bedroom door before answering. "Hello?" "Mira." Don Emilio's voice was smooth and casual, as if he were calling to chat about the weather. "How are you today?" "Fine," Mira managed, her throat tight. "Good. Because I have a job for you. It's time." Mira's heart stopped. "Time for what?" "Time to bring me Jems Dawson." He said it so simply, so matter-of-factly, as if he were asking her to pick up groceries. "This Saturday. I'm sending you a location. You'll take Jems there, and my men will handle the rest." "Saturday? That's three days from now." "Is that a problem?" Don Emilio's voice hardened slightly. "Do you need me to remind you what happens if you don't cooperate?" "No," Mira said quickly. "No, I'll do it. What do you want me to do?" "Simple. Tell J

After today, everything would change.After today, Jems would probably hate her forever.If she survives, a dark voice whispered in Mira's head, if Don Emilio doesn't kill her.Mira pushed the thought away. She couldn't think about that, and she knew she would go crazy if she did.The drive took about forty-five minutes. When they finally pulled up to The Grand Meridian Hotel, even Christopher let out a low whistle. The building was absolutely stunning, featuring all glass, steel, and modern architecture, with a fountain out front and doormen in formal uniforms."Wow," Jems breathed. "Mira, you didn't tell me we were going somewhere this fancy!""I wanted to surprise you," Mira said, and it wasn't even a lie. "We deserve to treat ourselves."They parked in the underground garage and made their way to the lobby. The interior was even more impressive, boasting marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and fresh flowers everywhere. It was the kind of place where rooms probably cost thousands o

Richard's hands were shaking as he ran them over her arms, looking for wounds, for proof that she really was okay. "Let me see, let me check," he said."Dad, stop, I'm fine," Jems said, but her voice broke on the words because seeing him like this, so scared, so desperate, so much like the father she remembered before everything fell apart, it broke something loose inside her chest.Richard finally stopped his frantic inspection and just looked at her, and he saw tears streaming down her face."Oh, baby," he whispered, pulling her close again. "My baby girl."And then Jems was crying in earnest, wrapping her arms around her father and holding on like she might drown if she let go. All the anger, all the hurt, all the months of separation, it all melted away in the face of how terrified she'd been, how close she'd come to dying, and how much she needed her dad."I missed you," she sobbed into his chest. "I missed you so much, Dad. I missed us being a family. I missed everything about h

Richard watched Emily pace back and forth in the hospital hallway, her hands clenched into fists, her jaw tight with tension. He'd seen her stressed before, as the past few months had been nothing but stress, but this was different. This was the kind of fear that made people do desperate things."Emily," he said softly, stepping closer. "Can we talk?"She stopped pacing and looked at him warily. "About what?""About Jems, about keeping her safe." He ran a hand through his hair, exhaustion evident in every line of his face. "Don Emilio is going all out now. This attack was coordinated, professional. He's not playing games anymore, and he's willing to kill anyone who gets in his way.""I know," Emily said, her voice tight."I think we need to hire another bodyguard," Richard said. "Make it two. Christopher is excellent, the best, but he can't be in two places at once. He can't watch every angle. If we have two bodyguards, they can work in shifts, cover more ground, and make sure there's