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Enjoy reading and let's make this book as amazing as the first one! 🎀🎀🫶🏻 With love, Author Amina Sb ********** The most undeniable part of love is when you are the victim; when you are the one always hurting and you just want to let go of all those emotions but you can’t because all you want is to make them feel what you are feeling. You want them to hurt like you are hurting. You want closure from everything, but you just can't let go when they haven't suffered the same as you have You want them to feel the pain you are feeling and most importantly, you want them to burn like you always do. That is all that I want from Richard Maranzano. I want him to burn. I don’t believe in forgiveness nor forgetting, never have I, and never will I. I believe in closure and that’s the exact thing I envision. I stand up from my chair and walk to the window with a cup of coffee in my hand. Looking at the view before me, I couldn’t help but be reminded how much life can be beautiful even in the darkness. I watch the rain cascade onto the grimy floor, the wind gently carries away the fallen leaves, giving me a tranquil shiver down my spine. Watching the rain has always been my hobby, it’s just something that makes my heart happy. "You just love watching the rain don’t you?" I hear Kai say from behind me, his voice filled with a hint of amusement. Not wanting to break my gaze from the mesmerizing rainfall, I respond to him, my eyes still fixed on the cascading drops. "I really do. It calms my heart and my soul." I respond He lets out a soft chuckle and stands next to me, his gaze now focused on the rain as well. "I don’t see anything that is calming in the rain." "Well, that’s only because you’re not paying attention to it much." "I am actually but all I see is the dirt it washes away." "Well, that’s the beauty of it," I exclaim, turning my gaze to meet Kai's mesmerizing blue eyes. Kai is a cousin but feels like a brother to me. "When the dirt washes away, it swells one's heart and it makes the soul feel alive again." "I don’t think I will ever understand what you just said." Kai is right, he will never understand because it’s not about the rain but about my heart. In response to his comments, I say "It’s not for you to understand but to know," He lets out a small chuckle and says, "Anyways, I'm here to inform you that the firearms and explosives are all set and good to go." "And what about the Immigrants? Are they ready?" I ask as I walk over to my desk. "Oh, absolutely. We've got a solid fifty of them." I take a seat, open up my laptop, and see that it's still on the page I was last looking at: Richard Maranzano's warehouse. Anger starts to boil in my veins as his image burns into my eyes. I can't stand that man, I absolutely hate him. "That's great news. I need them to take care of a job at a warehouse in Saint Francisco. It's number two, so they shouldn't mix it up with the others." I say "Alright, got it." He quickly jots it down on his phone. "Also, if they find anyone there, absolutely anyone, they should hurt them and make them burn in the fire," I say straightforwardly. I am not entirely happy with the job I am doing but being the Mafia Queen, this is what I have to do. After I walked out of my wedding with Dad, I went back to the house where Richard Maranzano and his father burnt down. Dad got it renovated with the fortune he has in his insurance and we settled in it. Everything else after that was done thanks to Dad’s older brother, Joe, and his son Kai. Being part of a Mafia has always been my life, I just lost that part of me when Richard Maranzano took over but now, I am never losing it again, I have found where my heart belongs and that is where I will be for the rest of my life. "Wait a minute," Kai interjects, his voice filled with surprise. "Isn't this...?" I pause for a moment, meeting his gaze before nodding in confirmation. "Yes, It is." Kai's expression turns serious as he responds, "No, we can't proceed with this. We've been causing destruction to their homes without any tangible benefits. We cannot be using our sources when we aren’t benefiting from them." "We are benefiting," "No, we're not. This isn't the right course of action. We can't seize control of their businesses without any gain. Our plan may be well thought out, but we need to redirect our efforts towards someone else. The Maranzano family has nothing left to offer; we've already taken everything." I maintain my position, my voice steady as I explain, "Look Kai, I don’t cause harm to anyone but to those that do it to me. Richard Maranzano really hurt me and now I am doing the same to him." "You’re ruining his life," Kai says "He deserves every single thing I do to him." I snap, frustration evident in my voice. "Delilah." Kai's voice softens as he says my first name. "You're letting your emotions get in the way of business." "No, I am." I avert my gaze to my laptop, not wanting Kai to see the built-up pain my eyes hold. It's hard for anyone to truly understand what I'm going through. It still hurts me to think that I once believed we had an unbreakable bond that would last forever. "No, that's not true. You're still thinking about him, and that's why you're doing all of this," Kai insists. Kai is right. I can't deny that I still think about him. Even after two long years, it's difficult not to, but it only makes things harder when I do. "Just tell me one thing," Kai asks, his eyes locked with mine. "Do you still have feelings for him?" I meet his gaze with a mix of determination and pain. "I do," I admit, my voice filled with raw emotion. "But the feelings I have for him are pure hatred." "Ohh," He says, slightly taken aback "Well, I understand that but.." "You don’t." I cut him off "You don’t understand, in fact, no one will understand what I feel for Richard Maranzano, only I understand." As I dig deep into my soul, I continue to pour out my emotions. "I am crazy for him- crazy to watch him hurt and get pained. I have been suffering for two years, trying my best to get him out of my head and him… all he’s been doing is making new friends and hitting every bar in the States." I can see from Kai's expression that he still doesn't quite grasp it, so I persist. "Every single day, my heart burns with longing, and all I desire is for his heart to burn just as intensely. I want him to experience the same torment that consumes me." I say and I let my heart speak the last words "I want him to feel what my heart feels." Kai looks at me in complete shock, as if I've just revealed something he never knew existed. He looks like he's about to speak, but I swiftly cut him off, not wanting to hear any objections. "Let me enjoy his pain, Kai" I assert, my voice filled with determination and longing. Kai takes a moment, seemingly lost in thought, before finally responding. "Alright, but we're going all-in on this mission. We'll use every firearm and explosive we have," he says, a wicked grin spreading across my face as I see his agreement. "If you're burning, then he has to burn too."~ RICHIE’S POV The most unspoken part of love is the undeniable feeling you get when they move on but you don’t. That feeling that makes you feel like a victim, even when you’re not. I know I’m not the victim and I know I’m not the one whose heart was betrayed but I just can’t help but feel completely broken. My heart gets hurt every single day and it only gets worse when I think about how and why Rachel moved on. It’s not like I want her to keep hurting…. no, I don’t want that but at the same time I don’t want her to let go of me. I want every moment, every memory, and every single emotion we shared to stay in her heart just like it is in mine. I feel my eyes fills up with tears as I read every single word of Rachel's letter. "I love you so much, Rach," my heart whispers along with my mouth. Just like every day, I read her letter and it makes my heart swell up with hope- the hope that makes me smile thinking that Rachel is going to come back to me and we will be together forever
~ RACHEL Kai and I walk into the dining room together, where Dad and Uncle Joe are sitting. Uncle Joe is Dad’s older brother, who is Kai’s father. I go over to them and give both of them a quick kiss on the cheek before taking my seat."So, how was everyone's day?" I ask, grabbing a napkin and placing it on my lap. The maid walks in with the food and starts serving it.Dad starts, "I had a rough day.""If it's about the flush, don't worry, I already called the plumber. He's on his way," I reassure him, knowing what had caused his frustration."Well, he's taking forever to show up," Dad complains."We've got plenty of other toilets in this house. You can take your pick until the plumber arrives," I suggest"He’s not gonna take a pick, you and I both know that the old man had a thing with his toilet," Uncle Joe teases, causing me to chuckle and agree with him.As the maids finish serving us, we all join hands to say Grace. It's a special tradition that Dad, being a religious Christian,
~ RICHIE I find the saying that men don't have feelings ridiculous because they do. It might not be vivid nor accurate but they do get hurt, they do cry and most importantly, their heart bleeds too Every night, I find myself seeking solace in the burning sensation of alcohol, hoping it will numb the pain in my heart. But no matter how many shots I take, it never seems to work. Tonight is no different. I'm sitting in this dimly lit bar, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. The empty shot glasses in front of me are evidence of my attempt to drown my sorrows. I reach for the last shot and catch the bartender's attention. "Five more shots, please?" I mutter, my voice heavy with desperation.The bartender acknowledges my request and in a minute or less, he comes back with the shots and as I reach to take it, a hand races me. "I think I will take that," Elsa says, reaching for the shots.I shoot her a piercing glare, questioning her presence. "Why are you here?" I ask, my voic
As I enter the peaceful cemetery, a deep feeling of emptiness envelops me. My heart beats faster with each step, and I can't help but gaze at every gravestone I pass by. These gravestones have become familiar to me, as I come here every week.Turning the corner, a mix of sorrow and love floods my heart as I gaze upon the gravestone before me.MAYA ELLEN SINCLAIRApril 17th, 1974 - July 20th, 2013 Beloved daughter, sister, and friend.Loved by all."I’m sorry I’m late," I say placing the flowers on the top of the marble headstone. "I got stuck in traffic." I continue and then take a moment of silence to honor her and gather my thoughts "I know you don’t like me being here and I know I shouldn't be here every week considering I’m the last person you ever want to meet but I just can’t help it. You’re the only one who understands me." I say as a strong silence hits me and I can’t help but gaze around. It’s always this quiet and empty in a cemetery, sometimes it makes me wonder if the sp