Divorced & Dying The Mafia Boss Regrets Everything Chapter 15

Divorced & Dying The Mafia Boss Regrets Everything Chapter 15

Henry paused as he put his phone away, looked aside, and gave a wry smile. “Mr. Dominic, you’re joking. If even you and Finnegan can’t find Boss Grace, how could I?”

Dominic studied his expression for a moment, then turned and walked away without looking back, leaving

Henry to clean up the mess.

Henry watched his back, sighed, sent the edited message, and nodded. Everyone was enclosed in the giant cage, and the dogs were released. Sienna and the doctor were held to one side to watch.

He set a timer for three minutes. When it ran out, he raised the tranquilizer gun, aimed at the dog, and

pulled the trigger.

The two who had been forced to watch the whole scene were already paralyzed with fear. Henry calmly adjusted his glasses, left the cleanup to the others, and turned to follow the direction Dominic had gone.

Finnegan had just received the news that his daughter–in–law and baby were both safe, and he was finally shaking off the gloom that had weighed on him all day.

Dominic slammed the baby’s full set of gold jewelry on the table. Finnegan’s joy lasted less than two seconds before he was furious again.

“Haven’t I been helping you all along? Can’t you show a little gratitude?”

Dominic lit another cigarette in front of him and repeated, “Where is she?”

Finnegan was losing his mind. “Go on, take it and go. How should I know?”

He finally got it: this was like trying to get blood from a stone. Who knew what the man was trying to squeeze out of him? The problem was, he didn’t have anything to give. Fuming, he pulled open a drawer, took out a cigar, and lit it, brooding.

“She promised to come for the baby’s full moon celebration.”

Dominic’s breath caught for a moment. Finnegan looked at his haggard face, annoyed enough to tell him to clean himself up and get out of his sight.

Dominic drove out to the Hamptons and wandered aimlessly through the places where he and Grace had

once been intimate.

He had taken it for granted. Now he knew how to cherish it. Those memories were precious, and he kept them deep in his heart.

As night fell, Dominic locked the door, pulled back the dust cover, and lay down on the bed Grace had slept in. He let the memory of her warmth wash over him, breathing in her scent with every breath.

In the middle of the night, he saw Grace push open the door. He didn’t dare move, just let her lie down naturally beside him. He turned on his side, pulled her into his arms, said nothing, closed his eyes, and held

her tight.

If a single moment could last a lifetime, Dominic thought, let it be this one.

Grace lay peacefully and healthily in his arms, her breath steady.

But dreams always end.

When Dominic opened his eyes, Grace wasn’t there. The sheets were smooth, without a single wrinkle, and

the door was firmly shut.

He stared into space for a long time, then raised his hand to cover his burning eyes, and tears seeped

through his fingers.

There was still no word from Grace, but he found Carmela, who had been taking care of her.

Dominic floored the gas pedal, driving all the way from the busy city to a remote mountain hollow. His expensive leather shoes sank into the yellow mud, and he walked past chickens, ducks, and geese–seeing more animals in that one day than he had in his whole life.

Carmela saw him coming and stopped shaking her basket. She froze for a moment, then quickly invited him inside. “Mr. Dominic, this is so sudden… I haven’t prepared anything to offer you.”

“No need. I’m here to ask about Grace.”

A flash of caution crossed Carmela’s mind. Though she didn’t know what Dominic had been through to look so haggard, she instinctively felt it would be bad for Grace. She opened her mouth, closed it, hesitated.

Dominic took out a card. She shook her head in confusion. He actually stammered, “No–no, I’m not here to cause trouble. I really, truly…”

Now Carmela understood. She let out a long sigh.

She told him how Grace’s mother had insisted on marrying a poor fisherman, then how her father was beaten to death for gambling debts when Grace was thirteen, and her mother jumped to her death.

At fourteen, Grace went to the Santoro family but was thrown out. If it weren’t for her aunt Stephanie, she might have ended up on the streets. Not long after, Stephanie developed acute leukemia from working with paints and died within a month.

Grace was alone again.

Dominic knew the rest. She had fought everyone–him, her grandfather, the world–covered in wounds, refusing to give up.

Dominic’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His heart ached so much he could barely breathe.

All he wanted now was to find Grace. If she would only come back, he would keep her in his heart forever.

As for the fact that he loved Grace…

Dominic had realized it far too late.