Too Late For Regret: The Mafia Queen

Isab

ian asked to meet me

ly flipping through contracts

tly sat in the worn leat

ately? Your stomach ulcer is acting up

him coldly. "There are some t

gh to destroy the found

r, clearly trying to maintain whatev

cent of the underground casinos. These shares

ulting compromise

ilt-ridden charity to

oat and left the bar

ng sense of paranoia began

tailing me in the rearview mirror, mak

of the rusted iron gate,

oor and stepped out int

at me from the overgrown b

by a rival faction last week

usband. She gripped a bottle of industrial acid in

e all bloodsucking demons, and then vio

to my face, letting out a harsh hissing

knife, I finally

am three weeks pregnant, I am ca

e of continuing the family bloodline

rantic; she didn't care

into my abdomen

ath of cold air, used every last ounce of strength to kick her

, I tremblingly took out my ph

again, seeming far too help

ng the heavy darkness s

brakes cut through the rain, followed by Mia's terrified scre

filled my nose, and before my eyes was the cold wh

, not daring to come near my hospital bed. His throat was dry and hoarse as he roare

n't know abo

alked in and quietly pronounce

ncy ringing in my ears. A heart-wrenching scream erupted from the dep

all of you

ce, and eventually,

teel-reinforced door

ive me ten percent of the family's entire le

en, I calmly asked the d

ion, agreeing to be permanently exil

gh of your ind