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
I hurriedly left the house to meet Richie, feeling a sense of urgency. My heart was set on explaining things to Kai and making amends, but his hurt tone made me reconsider, opting to give him some space for now. Kai seems bewildered by the situation, struggling to grasp it all. I know what he’s thinking right now but I assure him that it’s not the case, I am not being selfish nor do I care about Dad. Dad is my everything but I can’t help but make such a decision, giving the mafia men the diamond is not something I would want nor Dad would want especially because those people have a pattern: they lay out a plan, assume I will comply, and then flake out at the last minute putting me in a corner I won’t be able to make through. The mere thought of losing both Dad and the diamonds fills me with dread; it would devastate me entirely, and I fear Dad would never forgive me. His upbringing has instilled in me the importance of resilience, staying vigilant, and facing challenges head-on, just
Richie seems shocked, and I am shocked too. I still can’t believe I am agreeing to work with him; of all people, I am going to work with Richie. It sounds so unbelievable to me. Richie, the same guy I once tried to destroy, is now the one I’m willing to work with. It feels surreal to think about how quickly things can change. I guess the saying is true: don’t look down on others; your enemy might become your helper.As much as this might help me, I have a deep feeling that this is going to be the worst decision I’ve made, but I just have to go with it, especially since I have no other choice.Richie, still doesn’t say anything for almost a minute, and as I stand here, I feel really uncomfortable, so I ask, "Can I come in?"As if he was snap out of his thoughts, he immediately nods and lets me into his house. Walking in a sense of anxiety starts creeping into my mind, and nervousness fills me up. Richie hasn’t said a word, which makes me even more nervous as I wonder what’s going on in
As I dig deeper into the emails, I come across something that shocks me to my core. I gasped and exclaim, "Dad wanted to make things right with Papa for old time's sake." I say it almost questioningly, unable to believe that he would want to mend things with the man he so utterly hates.The realization hits me as I glance between the email and Richie. "What does he mean by old times?" I ask, confusion swirling in my mind. I can’t remember any positive relationship between Papa and Ezra; everything I know about them revolves around the diamonds or the darker deeds they’ve been involved in, which certainly doesn’t paint a picture of a good relationship.Richie raises an eyebrow and says, "Where did you get that from?""From the emails," I reply, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach."Can I take a look?" he asks, curiosity evident in his voice."Sure," I say, pushing the laptop closer to him.Richie leans over, his eyes scanning the screen as he studies every detail. I notice the surpris
I don’t say anything; I just keep looking at him, feeling the unspoken connection between us, knowing he’s definitely talking about me. I don’t know how to feel about that. I’m flattered, but honestly, I’m just confused as to why he would let go of everything because of me. He did lose me, but that wasn’t because of the mafia life; it was because he lied, used me, and just didn’t value me as she should. I hate to think of that so I try not to dwell on it, but it keeps creeping back into my thoughts, and, as always, It eerie me and I just hate the way I feel about it. My gaze is locked onto him, and when Richie notices, he turns to look at me, curiosity evident in his expression."What?" he asks, breaking the silence."Nothing," I reply, attempting to downplay my thoughts.He flashes a smile and asks, "Are you thinking of something?""No, but I’m just a bit confused about this whole Papa and Dad situation," I say changing the subject "Ohh yeah, I’m as confused as you are. The whole t
I just can’t wrap my head around why Dad wants to make things right with Papa. Even after everything that’s happened—the suffering, the hurt—he still wants to make peace. How can he just forget all the pain and suffering Papa caused him? It’s honestly strange how people can forgive the heart that breaks theirs, even when the other person shows no sign of remorse or understanding of the damage they’ve done.Richie and I are really trying to hammer out our thoughts, trying to make sense of this whole twisted situation. It’s clear that Dad has a history I’m completely in the dark about. The more I think about it, the more I realize I’m drawing a blank on Dad’s memories. I mean, I barely know anything about his mafia past—just that chaotic attack on my sixteenth birthday, and that’s it. It’s frustrating to think that there’s this whole part of his life that I’ve never been let in on.My mind is racing with so many thoughts, and I suddenly shout, "Damnit! I can’t remember a thing!" Frustra
Maybe I shouldn’t yell at Richie, but maybe it’s necessary- maybe that was all I needed to do to feel better— I do feel slightly better yelling my lungs out and speaking my mind, at least now Richie sees and knows the anger I hold inside. Now he knows how much this whole thing is creeping inside of me and I just hate it. But regardless, I can’t shake the thought of me yelling at him, I kinda feel bad for doing that and saying all those things. However, I can’t blame myself; everything I said was true. Not all relationships deserve a second chance, especially not the one between Papa and Dad. I don’t know if they consider themselves best friends or brothers, but whatever it is should die the very day Papa makes the plan to kill Mom. Even though he doesn’t take action, he compels someone else to do it and has no good intentions towards Dad and the whole family.Dad should never try to fix things with him. The Maranzano family is evil; the moment you try to do something with them, it tur
He practically screeches, "As much as I hate to admit it, I think you should write Alex’s name in the book because he gave Kai an edited footage, this is not the original!" "What!" I exclaim, trying to wrap my head around what he just says."It’s cut; this is not original footage," he replies, rewinding the video to show me what he means. I stare at the screen and realize Richie is right."Oh my god!" I gasped trying to hold grip of my emotions. I can’t believe this. I guess this is the reason why I wasn’t able to get anything from the footage, it’s been cut. "Are you sure Alex gives this to Kai? Did you see him hand over the footage?" he asks."Yes, he does give it to him. Alex is in charge of all security unit operations, so yes, he gives the footage to Kai.""I don’t know, Rach, but something just isn’t adding up. It’s hard to believe anyone right now. This is getting way more complicated than I think," he says."Yeah, I know but at this moment I know who is behind this, it’s Ale
~ 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