All Chapters of Mafia's Runaway And Pregnant: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

CamilaThe snow is coming down in sheets. With the wipers going at top speed, I’m allowed a few seconds of vision before I’m blind again. My jaw is clenched for the entire agonizingly long drive. White-knuckling the steering wheel, I take a right turn into a dark section of road. If my GPS is right, Yannick’s location is closer to the hospital than Asher’s cabin. There’s a chance I’ll beat him there if he’s spent enough time organizing his men before moving to strike.Please don’t let me be too late.My wipers are working less now—the snow is slowing down. Turning into a development with lots of unfinished houses, I start to ride my brake. I’m close ... Where is it ... The pavement is slippery from the storm. I take each turn with the utmost caution. I’m moving at barely a mile per hour, my headlights glistening wetly on the ground, when I see the house.It’s as quiet as the rest of them. Not a single light is on. There’s one working streetlamp, and it casts a pale-yellow glow on the

CamilaI’ve seen this before. This exact scene. Asher lying in a pool of his own blood, dying right in front of my eyes. The last time it was just a nightmare.This is real.“Asher! Asher, no! Asher! Get up!” I cry.Yannick keeps his hold on me as I struggle to escape. He ignores how I fight, turning around to grin wolfishly at Roman. “Molodets, son! You got him!”It clicks with me then—I understand what’s happened. No longer struggling, I instead turn, staring in disbelief at Roman. His face is pale as old milk. He’s gripping a pistol that looks massive in his tiny hands.“Roman?” I whisper.He sniffles, starting to shake, the tremors coming faster and more violent by the second. “I … I …” he stammers.Beaming with sadistic delight, Yannick turns again so he can see Asher. “You should have fired when you had the chance, Asher. I guess you don’t have the courage of a ten-year-old. Or maybe you’re just weak. Did Camila’s kindness soften your backbone? Hm?” He cups his ear. “No response

Asher"You sure you should even be out in public?" Jonah asks me flatly. He's not concerned about my safety—I think he's actually trying to make me feel threatened.Sunlight streams through the half-gaped blinds over his office windows. They create a striped pattern across his torso, reminding me of a prisoner's uniform. He's not the one who has to worry about jail.I smile coyly. "Let's get down to why I'm here.""Where's Camila?" Adriana blurts. "Is she okay?" It's the first thing she's said since I entered the room. Dressed in a maroon, long-sleeved turtleneck and pale pink ankle-skirt, she's the opposite of Jonah's cobalt-blue ensemble. The one thing they share is the same narrowed-eye disdain for me.Oh, now you care about her? Mila informed me that the car at the scene belonged to Adriana. It's hard not to tear into her for helping Camila meet up with Yannick. I resist because being at odds with Adriana won't endear Jonah to my side."I'm working on finding that out," I say. "It

AsherThe lake is frozen solid, blending into the land. Everything covered by a uniform blanket of snow. The only markings on the surface are the triangular tracks made by geese and other animals in search of food. My own boot-prints cross on top of them as I make my way slowly over the ice.I'm cold enough that I can't feel the tips of my ears or nose. But I don't mind. The mild pain is worth it. This weather is clearing my head. My bare hands clench in my jacket pockets, feeling for my phone, trying to summon a call from Jonah or Mila or, God willing, Camila.Camila... please be okay. You have to be okay.If she's still wearing the prayer beads, I should be able to track her location. But I can't do that from my cabin. The cops need to get away from my mansion. I can't do anything until they're off my back.A sharp honk echoes through the air. Craning my neck, I watch as a flock of geese, their black heads contrasting against the white clouds, soar overhead. I marvel at how effortle

AsherNight has become day from the fires of the chattering rifles. Each time a muzzle flashes I can see the face of the man firing it. Whether an enemy or one of my own boeviki, they all have the same feral expression.Everyone is fighting for their life.Including me."This way," I urge Camila, holding her by her wrist. We wasted enough time hovering inside the front door of Yannick's hideaway. I had to get my bearings, but I know we can't linger. As helpful as this chaos is, someone is bound to come and check on Yannick.Not every one of his men is a corrupt cop, some are as loyal to him as my own brigadiers.Camila tugs backwards. "Wait!""No time," I argue, stopping on the front step. She's gawking at the fighting behind me. Her eyes shine with flashes of guns going off, the sound loud in my skull. Katinka and Roman crouch behind her. They're just as afraid. "If we stay here, we'll be found, and then?—"The wood of the door-frame explodes next to my ear. Splinters stab into my te