All Chapters of Loved by the Mafia King: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

…Raven POV… I have not seen Hunter for two days; I am hoping it is because he is busy and not that he is ignoring me. I don’t know how I ever thought that he would just accept what I did and move on. I hate being rejected this way, especially by the man I love. It is like my body disgusts him that he can't bear touching something so filthy. I am starting to doubt if he actually still loves me. I honestly think that he is never going to touch me again; he is stubborn that way.  We are back to where he cannot say that he loves me; just this time, he cannot touch me as well. How can he want to kiss me but not touch me? Makes no sense? There are days that I wonder what I am fighting for; it feels like nothing at all; our relationship must have just been doomed from the start. I feel like I am his prize locked up in a room. I must do as he says and not ask for anything in return. I don't know what to think about us anymore  I don’t know what to do with m

If I have not said this before, I shall say this again. I need to stop for one moment and take a step back, for beyond all the craziness that filled our lives, I need to allow myself to remember what drives me, and it is Raven. What makes this all worthwhile is the beauty that lies in my arms. Should I not have had her presence in my life, I would not have had the sheer willpower to take the impossible on.To have beauty in your life is easy, but to have the beauty of the woman that you love and the one that loves you in return is the greatest gift that one can experience. I can, with all honesty, say that there is no doubt that she completes my life. To be lonely for eternity can be seen as a life sentence, but having what you crave, is the greatest blessing.The woman that is now staring at me with that beautiful smile is the love of my life.Do we even need to speak of what has happened that had drawn us apart for what seems like forever? I believe that the h

…Raven POV…In front of me, I have Hunter on his knees.Who is more scared at this very moment is left to be seen. But apart from the fear of the unknown, not knowing what to say next, I know that there is only one thing in life that I care about the most.And that is Hunter.So I gently take his face between my hands and whisper to him,"Now it is your turn to keep quiet."With one deep, swallowed breath, I find the words that have never been so easy to roll from my lips."Hunter, you are the only precious thing in my life.I hold close to my heart. There's no moment that I don't think about you. I've always wished to experience that kind of love shown in movies, not knowing I was a step closer to experiencing it. It's so great to finally have someone as beautiful as you are to enjoy life with. You're my push, my strength, my best friend, and my fighter.  You've seen me at my worst and terrific moments and w

So next, I find myself sneak out the front door without Mason taking note of me disappearing out of the gates in my car; as I make my way in the drizzle of the night, I find my way navigating the streets towards my destination, the street lights are falling in shadows down a very ominous path. There is absolute silence, but only for the roar of the engine that echoes over the pitter-patter of the raindrops beating onto the sidewalk. There is a danger that is lurking here. There is a danger that is hiding in the shadows that is ready to step out and destroy what is in its path. That danger is me.It does not take very long for my destination to appear.Have I gone fucking insane once again?I think I have lost my sanity the first time I ever laid these lips on Raven Sloane.Yet, I am not done fighting for her, not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever.So, I  am finding myself stopped in front of a gate; from what I can see, it is quiet, do I even wi

Today is the day. It might as well be my wedding day, for I feel that I am near damn going to faint. So Raven slammed me back with a condition of her own. If I want to get married, then she wants to have some dreadful engagement party. Well, I think I am nearly going to die; for a second time, I need to go down on my knee and ask her for her hand in marriage. So, while she is running around for what is the fifth dress to wear now, I sit in a silent chuckle as I find it rather amusing. Now all of them are all white; the first thing she so kindly pointed out to me is that you get different shades of white; well, that does not seem obvious to me at all. The second thing is that my blue shirt is not matching her white dress. Now I should have never asked her if it is the right kind of white, for I had some kind of white stilettos come flying my way. "Princess, how much longer are you going to take?" "Just give me five more minutes." So patiently t