Too Late For Regret: The Mafia King

my mafia boss husband's mistress sent an em

e medical supplies into the hurricane for m

o finish the delivery, only to find my husb

test to see how fast yo

e, he refused to believe me. He called me a manipu

tress's lies that we were just faking the death to steal his money, he sn

ainst the stone altar that I

t turning to ice. How could the man I loved be so blind, choosing

c death and the mistress's betrayal was exposed, he fell to h

demanded my divor

pte

na

sent a vibration through the pillo

t the call to its speaker. The voice that clawed its way through the static was from my husband's mistress: *"Vince

held me pinned to the mattress; liftin

ity, insisting she would make the drop. She grabbed the heavy bag o

d not

hem into the storm, making my way to the underground clinic where the ambulance had taken her. I arrived only to watc

yndicate on the East Coast-a man whose name alone could

shadow, washing blood out of his expe

eyond that, I owed my life to Rosa, who had sa

g in a morgue with

egitimate corporate headquarters, dripping wet from

cal bag to my chest, its canvas h

s clung to my skin

dging rival soldiers and the tempest itsel

eserve of will, I pushed open t

heated thing, thick with the aromas

was not

. He sat behind that desk not as a man, but as a force; in this room, his quietest word cou

n who handled his money-launderi

were laughing. The sound of their shared mirth s

ozen in th

ingers, hitting the dark-stained har

laughing and his

to look at me with something resemblin

s and my pale, fever-glazed face, and his fe

ena?" he asked, his voice lo

sm, my fingertip tracing useless, minute arcs in the

red, my throat raw. "Chloe

taking her time to smoot

a sickly sweet,

purr. "We needed to see how fast you would react if the

ing up his heavy crys

he said, taking a measured step toward me. "I need a wife who can handle pres

and kicked the medic

s zipper tore open and spilled its contents of sterile

out of my office," he ordere

nside my ch

ick, water-logged rope parting its fi

stepped forward and brought my open hand acro

palm against his jawbone, a shock that sent a tremor of pain u

ead whipped

was deafening, a vacuum

e the open doors suddenly poured into the room, t

rned his head bac

uscle pulsed in his cheek, and a dangerou

s closing around my a

e inches from mine, his breath a

e hissed, his grip tightening unti

his legs, but he was a

y arm was a w

ward and sank my teeth into the back of his

ed and tore

ard, dragging ai

ed horror and rushed to h

e on me, her eyes wide with fabricated shock. "Elena, you are

ssed the space between us in a single st

laster with a dull thud, and

at Chloe. "You ruin my night, you disrespect me in front of my me

me, their expressions telling me I was not

m through the haze of my fever-and rea

te in a suit

d pooling in my mouth and pulled m

I said, my voice

the sneer falli

taring dead into his cold eyes. "Go visit her body in th