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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
~ RACHEL Imagine being so broken that you don’t just disbelieve in love but also accept that you’re not destined to be loved and be in love again. People tell me that I need to work on my broken heart but I don’t think my heart is broken, I believe it’s my soul. It’s shattered completely. So this is not a heartbreak story but a soul-break story. Richie broke my soul and now the shattered pieces of it are trying to mold back but with hate, not love. I never knew I had this rage and evil in me until I saw him again after two years. It feels surreal that he’s here, standing feet’s away from me. The glimmer of the sun shines on his emerald skin making his glorious blue eyes glow in a way I’ve never seen before. It makes my heart want to mold back for him. It makes me want to pull him to me, to make him mine again and forgive everything he did but at last, my unforgiving soul says otherwise. It’s inching to make him feel what I’ve been feeling, make him hurt just so I could have a reas
Sliding down my sunglasses over my eyes, I step out of the car with the bodyguard holding up an umbrella to shield me from the drizzle. As I make my way towards the restaurant entrance, I instruct the guard to wait outside. Tonight, it's just Rebecca and me for our usual girls' dinner, and I want it to be just like old times, with no guards in tow.Upon reaching our table, I spot Rebecca engrossed in her phone. A warm smile spreads across my face as I approach her. Our friendship has stood the test of time, even with our diverging paths and busy schedules, we always manage to make time for each other."Hey, girl, how's it going?" I greet her with a friendly peck on the cheek before taking my seat.Setting her phone aside, Rebecca looks up with a smile and responds, "Never been better."A smile forms on my lips, and with excitement, I raise my hand, gesturing for her to place hers on mine. "May I see the glory?""Of course," she responds, laying her left hand on mine. I admire the stun
No one ever talks about the feeling you get when you finally meet your past but I will. It hurts even if it’s been years. It’s itches you to go back to those memories even though in between them was pain. It makes your heart feel like it’s going through a ponder of emotions that you can never comprehend. I am going through that and I feel stuck in a complete dilemma unable to understand the arching sprint of emotions inside of me.Honestly, I thought I am ready for this. I thought I am so strong that meeting Richie or even speaking to him wouldn’t get to me but clearly it did and it’s arching way more than I expected it to. I sigh heavily, needing to get those feelings out of my system. For an escape, I decide to roll down the window to get a breath of fresh air but instead of that, all I got is a lungful of exhaust fumes and the hustle and bustle of the city. A complete human pollution. I groan in frustration and just as I am about to give up and roll up the window, my eyes lands on
The deepest truth about life is that every morning feels like dust, and every sunrise feels like a tsunami, you either embrace that feeling or choke on it. I always try to embrace it but today is just different- a good different. I don’t have to try because today is special and for nothing will I urge the lord to not wake me up.My alarm clock blares the loudest noise ever, jolting me awake. I quickly silence it, stifling a yawn as I struggle to sit up in bed. Stretching my arms, I realize I must have dozed off while watching ‘friends’ sitcom again; it's becoming a nightly routine. With a groan, I reach over to switch off the television. I really need to learn how not to sleep off while watching ‘friends’ After a quick visit to the bathroom to freshen up, I slip into my cozy robe and make my way downstairs. Today is a very special day and just like all special days, it starts at the stroke of midnight. "Kylie," I call out as I descend the stairs."Yes, ma’am," her voice responds."Pl
~ 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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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