All Chapters of A MAFIA LOVE STORY : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Naima.When we first met. As I sat next to him, I couldn't help but think about the first time we met. We hit it off immediately, we had so many plans, the world was ours to conquer. He touched my thigh, caressing me slowly, and I sat back, relaxed and found myself back to that day we met at that small coffee shop by my dorm. We went to the same school, I had heard of him, but I had never met him before, not until that day. I strolled into the cafe, the warm scent of roasted coffee beans instantly wrapping around me. I glanced around the room, my eyes searching for a quiet corner where I could settle with my book. The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the large windows, casting a golden glow on the rustic wooden tables. It wasn’t too busy a few people typing on laptops, some chatting softly over their drinks. As I made my way to a small table by the window, I noticed a man seated at the bar. His back was to me, but there was something about the way he sat there , relaxed y

Naima.I watched as people left one by one, it was getting late and I really could not blame them. They had lives to go back to, but I didn't want to go back home. "Hey" Jake said sitting next to me. I was so occupied in my own thoughts that I didn't even see him approaching. "Hey, I thought you left." "And leave you behind? Hell no." he said, touching my thigh, looking up at me. "I don't know if I will ever be able to move on from this, she was my little girl" I said as a fresh set of tears threatened my eyes, "I miss her so much Jake." He did not say anything, instead he just pulled me in for a long hug and he let me cry until I couldn’t anymore. He was always good with that, he always knew when to say something and when not to, it was one of the things I loved about him the most. With him holding me like that, I found myself going back in time to when I found out I was pregnant, we had only been together for a few months and I was scared to death to tell him the news. It was

Jake.I hadn't really slept all night, and now as I lay awake, the morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of my bedroom windows, casting soft, golden rays on the hardwood floor. I stood at the window, staring out over the city skyline, my coffee growing cold in my hands. I wasn’t seeing the buildings, though; my mind was far away, caught in a tangled web of emotions that I could neither fully understand nor escape.All I could think about was Kalia, which was not fair to the woman sleeping soundly on my bed. I turned around and watched her, snoring softly. I had woken up so many times to her face, she was beautiful, and despite giving birth to a child she still looked spectacular. At one point in my life she meant everything to me, don't get me wrong I still loved Naima, but I was not in love with her. And last night was prove of that. Maybe it was time I started being honest with myself, and maybe tell Kalia I was in love with her, but that was a dumb thin to do. Kalia wa

Kalia. Nausea. I stood by the sink, my fingers absent mindedly tracing the rim of my cup of coffee. I had no idea how long I had stood there, but now the coffee that was once sizzling hot was barely warm. I normally love the smell of freshly brewed coffee but for some reason this morning, the smell 9f it was turning my stomach. But maybe it was because I was anxious and worried about Jake, he had not been home for a week now. The nausea had been gnawing at me all morning, an insistent, low hum that made me feel out of sync with my surroundings. My head felt foggy, like i was on the brink of something, but couldn't quite grasp it. This wasn't the first morning i had felt off, though. For the past week, I had noticed an unusual heaviness, a persistent unease. Initially, I had brushed it off as stress from everything I was worried about. It had been a week and there was no progress for my father's sickness, and then there was Jake, I had not talked to him at all for a week now and I

Kalia.I turned around and it was Maya, she slowly sat on the cold pavement next to me. She seemed to be in so much pain. "You should be in bed." i said helping her sit comfortably. "No, I should be on a bed next to Jake in the ICU," she said looking away. "Everyone keeps saying I am lucky, but i don't feel lucky at all, not when it was my fault""Maya, accidents happen. It's not your fault, it's not your fault he is in there and you are out here." "But it is, I could have taken a cab, but instead I let him come pick me up." "I know Jake, there is no way he would have let you take a cab and you know that too. He will be fine, he will wake up from there, he is a fighter.""You really believe that?" "I have to believe that, I have to have hope that he will fight, that this is not how our story ends. He has to fight.""You know he talked about you, he told me alot about you." Maya said, catching me off guard. A part of me got excited, with little butterflies in my stomach. "Let me