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I wish I had listened to Dad. He always told me that we have enemies and we need to keep it low but I didn’t listen, I did what my mind told me to do and I let him down. I am the reason for his distress once more. I should have known better, I should have protected him like he always does for me. I insert the flash drive into the system, initiating the upload of the footage. It progresses halfway when a knock on the door interrupts me. "Come in," I call out. In walks Kai, balancing a plate with a grilled cheese sandwich. "Kylie mentioned you missed breakfast, so I brought this for you," he says, approaching me with a warm smile."That’s sweet of you I'm really not hungry," I protest.He pauses, his gaze shifting to my rumbling stomach. "Your stomach seems to disagree," he remarks."Okay, I'm hungry, but I just don't feel like eating," I admit reluctantly."You've got to eat; otherwise, this might turn into an investigation about you fainting from hunger," Kai warns, a playful tone in
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Shifting my gaze from the screen, I assert, "This isn't a kidnap case Kai, it’s a whole damn revenge plot and I think I know what is about."My heart crumbles into pieces as I try to make sense of the scene before me. How did I not think about this sooner? I let him find me, of course, he will plot revenge, he will do anything just so I could get hurt again. I should have known. Kai's voice drops instantly, and it's clear he's struggling to follow my train of thought. "What are you saying?" he asks, his confusion palpable.I point at the screen, and a surge of realization hit me. "I know whose hand it is.""Who is it?" he prods."It's Richie.""What!" he exclaims, disbelief coloring his tone. "Richie as in Richard Maranzano?"My eyes remain fixed on the screen as I confirm with a nod."But how? He wasn't even invited.""Yet he managed to slip in unnoticed, evading the cameras," I reveal. He is so snarky, I am still in disbelief of this, after everything he still had to guts to come t
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Once we arrive, I rush out of the car and walk over to the front door. I knock and impatiently wait for someone to answer. I know I'm walking into the lion's den, but I don't care right now. All I care about is satisfying this anxious feeling deep within me. I need to find dad and make sure that he’s okay. Richie is capable of anything and god knows what he did or is about to do to my dad. I cannot imagine how much evil is in that man’s heart. He’s done a lot but I think it’s time for him to hold onto his evil mind because I do not play when it comes to my father.Waiting for the door to be open, I could feel my heart beating out of my rib cage, I couldn’t believe that I’m standing in front of Richie’s house, the same man I walked away from two years ago. I hate to see Richie by my side, it really hurts my heart but today I have no other choice. He took my dad and I have to get my father back. I need to do that. As I wait, I begin to tap my feet on the ground as I turn back to see Kai
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His words reverberate through my mind like a relentless drumbeat, leaving me staring at him in utter shock. It's a recurring pattern - always papa. I should have seen this coming, Richie is just a puppet of Papa, he’s always been.Full of disbelief I question "Papa?" I couldn’t help but scoff immediately "I didn’t know you’re still Papa’s puppet, doing whatever Papa wants, whenever Papa wants. You never seem to have a mind of your own, Richie.""That’s not what I meant Rach." He says"Then what did you mean? That it’s all Papa’s fault or that you didn’t even know about the whole thing? Perhaps when kidnapping my dad papa didn’t tell you a thing about it did he?" I question knowing very well that Richie does whatever Papa wants without even asking any questions. He’s just like a puppet, papa walks him through all day long. "I meant that Papa did nothing, although he was at the party." He says My eyes bulge as my heart dropped. "He was at the party?" I find myself whispering. I am in
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I turn to leave, only to freeze in place as Richie utters, "You might want to know this. That night, Ezra wasn’t the only one who went missing… Papa is missing too." His word hangs heavy in the air making my heart ponder in my chest. I turn to look at him "What do you mean he’s missing?""He never came back from the party. I looked everywhere, I searched everywhere but Papa wasn’t there." He says "Are you serious right now?" I askHe nods "Yes.""Ohh, well I…." Before I could finish the sentence, Kai interjects "It’s none of our business. Your Papa or whatever the hell you call him is missing, that’s not on us. It’s on you so fix your shit alone!"Richie’s furrows, his jaw clenches as his breath drops "Say one more thing and I promise you’ll hate the rest of your life."Richie is not someone that threatens so I can tell that he’s upset, though I don’t speak in their matters "I wish I could say that to you but you’re already hating yourself." Kai says Richie looks like he’s about to
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All I ever wanted was to celebrate my dad and make him feel acknowledged. For the past years and even years before Dad had done many greats for people, he’s a warrior, a fighter, and maybe even the only Mafia king in history to have survived ten years in his enemy’s captive. Dad has done a lot for me and I just wanted to give back the good but unfortunately, I couldn’t. I made everything worse and now Dad is in a tight spot because of me. I screwed up my own dad’s life and I have to do whatever it is to fix it. I push the chair back as I stand up from my seat and walk to the window. I have been harboring these CCTV cameras for hours trying to figure out any clues or leads. The blurry footage loops endlessly, a frustrating reminder of how elusive redemption seems. Nothing is working out right now, I have done so many things, I went through the guest list again, I dug through Dad’s stuff to see if I could find something, I even made a list of people that hate my dad and went through ea
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My mind is completely consumed by the idea of reaching out to Richie and agreeing to work with him; the last time I checked, I promised myself to never be anywhere near him and if I’m gonna be there then it’s to bring hell to him. The fact that I am all flattered by his statements regarding the abduction really kills me and makes me want to do nothing but know exactly what he’s up to and learn everything he knows about the situation so I can use it to find Dad. Initially, I am all in and completely convinced that I’m going to work with Richie but now, so many doubts are creeping in. It's not about him- I don’t fear Richie for a second but I fear my mind and I fear my capabilities especially to disregard everything and cause him harm in the process.I hate Richie from the core of my heart and my feelings for him are intense, making me doubt my own actions around him.Richie's presence is unbearable to me. His face triggers a strong reaction in me, and his questionable reputation – craf
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As the call abruptly ends, reality crashes down on me like a ton of bricks. The realization of Dad's peril hits me hard; I should have seen the signs. Richie's warnings now make perfect sense; this situation goes beyond a mere kidnapping. It’s a whole damn mafia plot, not against Dad but to get diamonds. Now I understand why Papa is missing too, he must have heard about the plot and doesn’t want them to get the diamonds, after all, he’s also after the diamonds. A solitary tear traces down my cheek, mirroring the anguish in Dad's voice that reverberates in my ears. Collapsing into a nearby chair, my body trembles, the room swirling into a blur of panic and hopelessness. Caught in a whirlwind of emotions, I grapple with the overwhelming need to act swiftly to rescue Dad. But can I truly outmaneuver these dangerous mafia figures? Their involvement with the diamonds means they'll stop at nothing to retrieve them. The more I think about it, the more a sense of helplessness creeps in. My m
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~ RICHIE’S POVWatching her sleep is something I would never forsake- I love it. I think of it as a small bonus from having the best night and the best sleep then you wake up to watch the best woman in your life sleep- It feels like a bonus to me. A sweet, sexy bonus.As I keep watching Rachel sleep, I can’t help but smile. Her peaceful expression makes my heart swell with love. I really love her and I love that I get to spend my days with her but that’s not all I want. I want to spend the rest of my life with her and I want her to always be there with me. The thought of having Rachel all to myself for life fills me with excitement. I wish I could just marry her right now and make her mine forever. That idea strikes me like a bolt of lightning, and I can’t help but wonder if I should really consider proposing. Sure, it feels a bit soon, but what’s the point of being together if it’s not to build a future and spend the rest of our lives together?My thoughts come to a gentle stop when
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After dinner, Richie and I walk them out of the house, exchanging warm goodbyes and promises to get together again soon. As we close the door behind them, I feel a sense of satisfaction from the evening. Just as I’m about to head to the dining area to tackle the mountain of plates, Richie suddenly grabs my hand, pulling me closer to him. He wraps his arms around me from behind, planting soft kisses along my neck. "You’re not going anywhere," he whispers, his breath sending shivers down my spine as he kisses my neck again."The dishes won’t wash themselves, you know," I tease, trying to keep the mood light.He chuckles softly, his voice low and playful. "The dishes can wait, but I can’t." With that, he turns me around, and I find myself gazing into his eyes, which sparkle with mischief. He smiles, leaning in closer, and presses his lips against mine with a tenderness that feels electric. It’s soft and delicate, like the flutter of butterfly wings, lingering just long enough for me to i
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It had been two weeks since Richie and I got together, and every single moment felt like pure bliss. I absolutely loved having him around; it seemed like every second was filled with joy and warmth. There was nothing that could make my life better than that. The peace and happiness I found in our relationship were incredible, and I could see that he was just as happy too. It felt like we had created our own little paradise together.After we decided to let go of everything that was weighing us down, we also made the choice to part ways with the diamonds. They couldn’t be destroyed, but they could definitely be hidden, and we made sure they were tucked away safely so they wouldn’t complicate our lives. I didn’t want anything causing drama or risking the relationships with the people I cared about most. It was high time I focused on living a good life, free of worries, and just enjoyed the love I had with Richie.At that moment, I was in the kitchen preparing a warm dinner for my guests
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I’ve never felt as scared as I am right now. Seeing a box filled with my things shatters my heart. It feels like Richie has intentionally packed my belongings, wanting to cut me out of his life completely. He doesn’t need me anymore. I know what it means when someone puts the other’s things in a box—they want to get rid of them, and it’s clear he doesn’t love me anymore. Tears well up in my eyes as my heart pounds heavily in my chest. I can’t understand why Richie is doing this, why he wants me gone. With my eyes brimming with tears, I glance at the letter. I open it, and my heart sinks. As I read each word, the pounding in my chest intensifies. The pain is overwhelming, and I can’t wrap my head around it. Why is this happening? Each line leaves me with more questions about what went wrong. Richie and I have had our fights before; we’ve separated but always found our way back to each other. But now, it feels like there’s no coming back. For the first time since we met, it seems like
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I jump into a taxi and give the driver the address, my heart racing with every passing moment. As he starts driving, anxiety washes over me, and I can’t shake the feeling of dread mixed with hope. I really hope Richie is willing to talk because right now, all I can offer is communication—just a chance to express how I feel. I can’t do anything more than that, but I’m really hoping he has room in his heart to take me back. The thought of not having him in my life feels unbearable. It’s like a dark cloud looming over me, and I can’t picture my life without him. The thought of not being with him hurts so much that I can hardly bear the idea of living without him. I’ve thought about it a lot, and honestly, life without Richie feels like just existing on this earth with no joy or purpose at all.When I was leaving, Arthur offered to drive me to Richie, but I turned him down. I really don’t want Richie to think there’s anything between me and Arthur because there isn’t. He’s just someone I
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I don’t waste a single moment as I hurriedly pack my belongings from the room, my heart racing as I step outside. Tomorrow can't come soon enough; I need to meet Richie and make sure everything is on track between us. I can’t afford to lose him again. I’m done with the little arguments, the big blowouts—I'm finished with all of it. It’s time to step up my game and finally do the right thing.As I walk out of the room, dragging my small suitcase behind me, I catch sight of Arthur. He rushes over, concern etched on his face when he notices my bag. "Why do you have a suitcase with you?""I’m leaving," I reply, my eyes scanning the hallway for Rebecca. I need to find her to say goodbye before I go."What!" he exclaims, his voice rising in disbelief. "Why? Did something happen? Is that why you look like you’ve just cried?" He probes, but I keep moving, determined to locate Rebecca. The sooner I find her, the sooner I can leave and meet Richie to mend things between us."Rachel, come on, wh
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I always despise the mafia men, the entire mafia world, and everything that comes with it. I remember the fire in my heart, how fiercely I want to ruin them, to shatter their existence completely. I hurl insults at them, calling them cruel, wicked, and so many other names, never imagining I could ever become one of them, never believing I could sink to that level.But after years of facing harsh realities, I become the very villain I loathe. The villain I refuse to acknowledge, the one I write about in all my stories, always as the antagonist. Tears stream down my face as fear grips me tightly, causing my head to throb and my heart to race uncontrollably. I’m terrified of myself, scared that I’ve morphed into something I never thought I could be—something I’ve always feared. When I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, I feel a wave of panic wash over me. I can’t bear to look at the person staring back, so I bolt out of the bathroom, as if I’m fleeing from an unseen pursuer.
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Rebecca’s wedding is such a joyful occasion; it is filled with laughter and excitement. The atmosphere is electric, and I find myself having a couple of drinks at the reception. I promise myself I won’t drink, but as I look around and see everyone toasting and enjoying themselves, I can’t resist. I get caught up in the moment and end up having more than I intended."So tell me one fun fact about you, Rachel," Arther asks me while we stand together at the open bar, the music softly playing in the background. We have been chatting for a few minutes, and I really enjoy his company. He’s a cool guy, easy to talk to, and I feel a connection."I don’t have a fun fact," I reply, taking a sip of my drink and trying to think of something interesting."Come on, I know you do," he urges, a playful smile on his face."I don’t really have one, but I guess a fun fact about me is that I can stick my tongue to my nose," I say, feeling a bit silly but also playful."Really?" he asks, clearly intrigued
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I wake up to a loud knock on my door, groaning as I rub my eyes with my hands, trying to shake off the sleep. Slowly, I push myself up from the cozy warmth of my bed, feeling the weight of exhaustion on my shoulders. I shuffle over to the door, open it, and there stands Rebecca, practically glowing with a wide grin plastered across her face. "It’s my wedding day!!" she exclaims, her excitement practically radiating off her. I let out a heavy sigh, a mix of happiness for her and sheer tiredness. I really want to celebrate with her, but all I can think about is how much I need more sleep. So, I start to turn back toward my bed, hoping to catch a few more minutes of rest. But Rebecca, quick as lightning, steps in front of me, her eyes sparkling. "It’s my wedding day!!" she exclaims again, her enthusiasm unwavering. I smile back at her, trying to muster some energy. "I know, and congratulations! But I really need some more time to sleep; I wasn’t able to sleep at all last night," I admit
