chapter 115

Elijah Smith...

I drove back to the mansion like a mad man. I wanted to reach the house as soon as possible to see if Ella was okay.

Of course, she couldn't be okay. That was a ridiculous thing to think about.

I recalled what Dante said to me. He told Ella everything I had done in the past, everything that would cost me my wife.

I couldn't imagine how I was going to explain myself to her. My entire excuse to trying to have Elliot Williamson killed and success in killing Custo suddenly didn't seem good enough.

Instead, I felt foolish, just like Dante had said I'd acted.

The only excuse I had was that I was a made man, and I did what I thought was right, no matter how horrible it might sound.

That would most certainly make Ella hate me. That is, if she doesn't already hate my guts.

When I finally got to the mansion and parked the car a bit behind Cane's car, I had a little bit of hope that I might get to talk to Ella. What I have done might be horrible, but she and I love each othe