All Chapters of Loved by the Mafia King: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I am looking into brown eyes that do not fully understand what I am saying. Yet, I know that she does; she does not want to face the reality. It is hard and terrifying to have to come to face with what will be the biggest decision you shall ever make in your life.And if I could, rather if I would want to, which I do not, I would have done things differently. But the fact is that this shall go ahead, and if she has to reject me, once again, then it shall be with great sorrow and pain that I shall face her when I take the life of her father.I shall never, and I shall rather die, but it shall never hurt the woman. But there is one thing that she needs to understand.“Princess, I know that right now, I stand a great chance that you will turn around and leave me. Should you leave, then you would break my heart beyond compare.”“Hunter, you need to understand then that I shall break my father and my mother if I wish to stay.”&l

Raven is gone.As I stretched every inch of my body this morning, hoping to feel her soft skin next to mine, I was surprised to find that she was not in bed. Yet, I did not let this concern me; even after having a ten-minute shower, I still was not consumed by worry at all. But then, as I stepped into the kitchen where I found Stefan and Sam, I started to feel a bit oddly strange that something was not as it seems.Then much to my complete horror, Sam handed me a piece of white paper that only appeared to be a note. At first, I did not think much of it, for I was racing upstairs in the hope that I shall find Raven back there again.But when I finally realized that she is nowhere to be seen, I sat down on the bed and slowly started to peel the edges of the note open.Well, perhaps, yet definitely, I wish that I did not open the goddamn thing in the first place. However, I carried forward, preparing myself for what is to come.So here is its,

…Raven POV… I have never felt such extreme anger towards a single soul in my life before. To say that my heart is not raging with hatred would be a lie. All I feel towards Hunter King now is the desire to end his life. Did I care about this man before? Or did I even fall in love with him? If you ask me now, then I would say no. I feel betrayed, and god knows I feel hurt. The pain that he has inflicted on me is one that you can never forgive. How can you plan to walk into the home of a man with the intent of killing him? Can he even dare to say that he is doing this all for us?” What us? There is no such thing. I hate the man. Yet this man thinks that he can underestimate me; it only takes me but a snap of a second, and I have my wrist away from him. Not being able to resist, I only but burst into laughter, “Do you truly think I am just a fucking pretty face?” “Oh, princess, I know that you can handle that thing. But do

I watched Raven’s back for the final time as she walked out that door.That was three days ago.Today, I am still a fucking mess, and god knows I think that I will still be one for a while. The fact is that I cannot keep living in the vicious circle of absolutely torture. There is nothing…between us only spaces of emptiness and nothing. There was love…once, yet there was none; as for feeling, what parts existed? What parts of us existed?The thing with moving on is you will be stuck there for a while. You will be moving, yet you will still be stuck in the memory, in the moments. So are you truly moving on?I say it is bullshit.But I cannot be that man that is going to climb into a deep abyss and sit in my own misery wondering what went wrong. I am Hunter King, and this man will not let women ruin his life and kick him down. I am getting off this fucking floor where I have been wallowing for the last three days, and I am claimin

The silence has suffocated the room; you can hear a pin drop. The anticipation that one eager finger will trip over its trigger is a possibility that lies high in the tense air of the room. What was a friendly exchange of words between gentleman, which I had the upper hand, has now led into a stand-off. And as I scan the room, while I take a gentle spin on my heels, I am faced with some trembling hands staring me rather nervously in the face. And as I glance over to my side, I see Sloane, only now getting a hold of his gun; the man surely is slow; if it were a battle between him and me, he would have hit the floor already. Now, if someone is going to hit the floor is yet to be seen. The mere fact that they had the nerve to raise their guns at me would be the very first mistake that they have made tonight. This leads me to advise them of only but two things, “If I was you, and god, I am glad I am not, for if you do not drop your fucking hands, you all will be finding