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Loving The Mafia King 8
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
Loving The Mafia King 9
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
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I find myself standing before the mirror, my gaze fixed on the reflection staring back at me. Tilting my head to the side, I study every detail of my appearance. I like what I see but I don’t like the feeling of burn flaming inside of me. My stomach feels all knotted up, and my heart is racing like it's fighting to keep going.Today is supposed to be a happy day for both me and Dad but I don’t feel happy. I feel numb and completely empty, this is not how I’m supposed to be feeling, at least not today considering today is the day I finally give everything I have to Dad. After what he’s been through for the past ten years, I owe him the world and I thought that when the day of his “веха” comes and I celebrate him most radiantly, I will finally fill the void in my heart but instead, I feel a deep sense of contemplating as if this party is not going to go as planned. Emotions swirl within me and I can’t comprehend what I’m actually feeling. On one hand, there is an overwhelming desire to
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Kai’s words radiate in my ear as I find myself in a state of total disbelief, unable to grasp what he’s saying. I clearly heard what he said but I just can’t put myself in a position of believing it. I wait for Kai to speak more words, to say that he’s joking but the profound expression on his face makes it clear that the only joke here is the fact that I thought I would be able to protect my father. At that moment, my mind instantly goes numb as my heart sinks into my chest. It feels like I am being suffocated from my own thoughts - the pooling thoughts of what Kai had just unleashed on me. I refuse to believe him, I had just seen Dad a few minutes ago, he was happy and he looked good, there is nowhere he had gone missing in just a couple of minutes. Feeling at a loss for words when facing Kai, I swiftly turn around, my eyes scanning every corner of the room in a desperate search. The room feels vast as I pivot back and forth, but my dad is nowhere to be found. Despite Kai's insinu
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Life is like a roller coaster of unexpected changes, you never know when it will hit you or when it will take over you, at this point, I feel like it had just hit me and is about to take over me but I won't let that happen. Life has done me a lot of bad, it's time I take control and decide on what it cannot do to me."You’re not listening to me, Delilah. This is madness. You can’t lock the place down with a bunch of mafia inside. Are you trying to make more enemies for yourself?" Alex's voice is filled with concern and disbelief as he challenges my actions, warning me of the risks involved."I’m trying to find my dad," I assert, my determination unwavering."I understand that, but this approach won't lead you to him. You need to be smart about this," he insists, his tone firm."I am being smart!"Shaking his head, Alex persists, "No, you’re not. This isn't a smart move; it is dumb… you’re being dumb!""Dumb?" I question, my eyebrow raised in skepticism.Alex sighs heartily, his voice
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I cannot sleep! I didn’t even try to sleep.I didn’t want to sleep. All I wanted and could think about is how to find my dad because I am going crazy and it’s only a matter of time before I actually get crazy. My mind is going a mile a minute and my heart is numb, I cannot feel or do anything, everything around me is dense and I just cannot think straight. I need to find dad and I need to make sure he’s alright.I have lived the majority of my years thinking that my father was dead, I had normalized that thought even though it was never something I liked but after I found him and had been with him for two years, I realized how much I was missing out on and how much my life needed that bright light he shines. My father is my forever guy and I need him in my life, I can’t lose him twice….. I just can’t.I have been on the computer for hours, watching the CCTV footage trying not to miss out on anything but it seems like there isn’t really anything to miss out on. Everything seems to be
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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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Loving The Mafia King 95
~ 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
Loving The Mafia King 93
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
Loving The Mafia King 89
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.
Loving The Mafia King 88
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
