All Chapters of Loved by the Mafia King: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

What do they say when someone else’s life flashes in front of your eyes? Well, I don’t know, but I can tell you that it feels like you are dropping into an abyss that is filled with hot lava. You are being burned alive in pure agony. Raven has just crashed… It is in pure horror that I watch as the Doctor is literally standing knees over her body and bashing at her chest to get that already weak heart to pump life into her once again. Well… He is not doing it fast enough for me… It takes me one leap, and I push his body of Raven. As he tumbles to the floor, I pin her between my legs, and BANG… I smash my hands into her chest and start chest compression. One…to…thirty… One…two breaths… Nothing… I do it again… I smash her chest as hard as these fists won't hurt those delicate ribs, and I keep on pumping and breathing, pumping and breathing. One… Two… BANG… Aga

Raven has not stirred yet; she has been under for what seems like endless hours.The pain that I am holding deep in the depths of my heart with the thoughts that this might just be it they have been haunting me with every ticking second.I know that it is not good for my soul to think that I have lost her for certain this time, but reality has that nagging ability to bring fear into your life, reminding you that karma is a bitch and that she is always hiding around the corner.Though, there is one thing that this bitch does not know, is that I am Hunter King.I might have that fear that Raven is breathing her last breaths, but I am yet not near close enough to accepting it.So as this incredibly, and I need to remind myself to fire his fucking ass, but yes, he has just given her some more morphine as I settle for the next hour.Now Jax and Mason have tried their best to move my ass, and Stone nearly did win his attempt, but there is no way I

And as I lay here, I am struggling to flutter my eyes open and to get them to stay that way. This is bringing a great deal of concern to Hunter. I cannot even begin to tell you already how much I am going to miss him. What I can do is tell him…you…Hunter, how much I miss your touch. It has been hard with the baby and the Doctor telling us not to think about sex, yet sometimes we do not listen. But, yes, I much your touch. You're all I've been able to think about since we left the courthouse. You have put your favorite shirt that you just shredded from your body just moments ago one. The smell of your amazing cologne mixed with the intoxicating scent all your own absolutely turns me on and is so comforting with you being so far away. I imagine us being on an island in a secluded chateau that opens onto our own private beach. I'm wearing your favorite dress with no panties so you can easily access what you've been denied for so long.

We all know that our time in this world is limited and that eventually, all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet, it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark and thinking there is one more stair than there is. When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose them all at once; you lose them in pieces over a long time, the way the mail stops coming, and their scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in the closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of them that are gone. Just when the day comes, when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that they are gone, forever, there comes another day and another specifically missing part. This has made me realize once again how precious life is. It has made me realize that you can do everything in your own power to protect the person you love,

…Raven POV… I have one endless dream playing over and over in my head as I am lying here. Barely being able to move, let alone open my eyes to speak to the man that is holding my hands dear to his chest. The same memory, over and over it plays in my head. Only Hunter consuming my mind. Last night was torture as he ran circles through my mind as I sought the comfort of my bed. Never has one man consumed my dreams in total ecstasy yet bringing me pain at the very same time. I could almost feel my delicate fingers running down his sculpted chest. So with what can only be described as endless hours, I have been counting the seconds as they crawled in anticipation, I find myself waiting for him. I have never felt so much nervousness creep up my spine. My heart will simply fall into an abyss if I cannot see again. He has become my now, my present; he is the driving force that will determine what I do next. Then I see him... He takes a lock of my hai