All Chapters of The Mafia King's Regret: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Or maybe it was the way Aldo smiled at me, his grin wide and white and so very much like the Vasco I once knew. “Don’t get cocky until you can do it ten times.” Ten became twenty, became fifty. My shoulders ached from the backlash—both the good one and the bad. But confidence swelled like a balloon

“Fate.” “Destiny.” I turned my head to look at him sideways. “It feels like fucking destiny. Like we were meant to be together. But …” “You’re not together,” Carlo noted dryly. “What would I do without you around to finish my sentences?” “Drink more, I suspect.” I laughed, but didn’t feel

He was trying to buy my love, and I was afraid it was working. One evening, I sat in my office filling out charts—I was actually able to take time to do this, since Marco’s absence had been filled by not one but two doctors—when a low male voice spoke from the door of my office. “Hey, Layla.”

Aldo I leaned against the hood of the old Corvette, my gaze fixed on the soft line of trees around the lake as I tried to clear my mind. Lately, my usual distractions—guns, fighting, and cars—weren’t working. My mind kept drifting back to … The slight rasp of a throat clearing dragged me back fro

Layla The clinking of cutlery and the soft murmur of Eli’s voice filled the small dining room. Aldo’s presence was like a shadow on our dinner, turning the taste of my Nonna’s lasagne recipe to ash in my mouth. But as Eli talked, relating the hours spent with Aldo working on the car, his eager gri