All Chapters of Loving The Mafia King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

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Hey guys! I'm super excited to announce that the second book of "Unwanted mafia king” is here! 🎉If you're new to the series, I highly recommend reading the first book [Unwanted mafia king] before diving into this one. It will give you all the juicy details and background info so you can fully enjoy the story. And to all my awesome readers who've been with me since the beginning, thank you from the bottom of my heart! Your support means the world to me. I can't wait for you to read this book and continue this thrilling journey of Rachel and Richie with me.I will be updating the book time to time, so make sure to leave your comments and share the book with your lovely friends. The more the readers the faster the updates🎀🫶🏻Love you all. Sending each and every one of you massive hugs and kisses! Enjoy reading and let's make this book as amazing as the first one! 🎀🎀🫶🏻With love,Author Amina Sb**********The most undeniable part of love is when you are the victim; when you are
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~ RICHIE’S POV The most unspoken part of love is the undeniable feeling you get when they move on but you don’t. That feeling that makes you feel like a victim, even when you’re not. I know I’m not the victim and I know I’m not the one whose heart was betrayed but I just can’t help but feel completely broken. My heart gets hurt every single day and it only gets worse when I think about how and why Rachel moved on. It’s not like I want her to keep hurting…. no, I don’t want that but at the same time I don’t want her to let go of me. I want every moment, every memory, and every single emotion we shared to stay in her heart just like it is in mine. I feel my eyes fills up with tears as I read every single word of Rachel's letter. "I love you so much, Rach," my heart whispers along with my mouth. Just like every day, I read her letter and it makes my heart swell up with hope- the hope that makes me smile thinking that Rachel is going to come back to me and we will be together forever
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~ RACHEL Kai and I walk into the dining room together, where Dad and Uncle Joe are sitting. Uncle Joe is Dad’s older brother, who is Kai’s father. I go over to them and give both of them a quick kiss on the cheek before taking my seat."So, how was everyone's day?" I ask, grabbing a napkin and placing it on my lap. The maid walks in with the food and starts serving it.Dad starts, "I had a rough day.""If it's about the flush, don't worry, I already called the plumber. He's on his way," I reassure him, knowing what had caused his frustration."Well, he's taking forever to show up," Dad complains."We've got plenty of other toilets in this house. You can take your pick until the plumber arrives," I suggest"He’s not gonna take a pick, you and I both know that the old man had a thing with his toilet," Uncle Joe teases, causing me to chuckle and agree with him.As the maids finish serving us, we all join hands to say Grace. It's a special tradition that Dad, being a religious Christian,
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~ RICHIE I find the saying that men don't have feelings ridiculous because they do. It might not be vivid nor accurate but they do get hurt, they do cry and most importantly, their heart bleeds too Every night, I find myself seeking solace in the burning sensation of alcohol, hoping it will numb the pain in my heart. But no matter how many shots I take, it never seems to work. Tonight is no different. I'm sitting in this dimly lit bar, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. The empty shot glasses in front of me are evidence of my attempt to drown my sorrows. I reach for the last shot and catch the bartender's attention. "Five more shots, please?" I mutter, my voice heavy with desperation.The bartender acknowledges my request and in a minute or less, he comes back with the shots and as I reach to take it, a hand races me. "I think I will take that," Elsa says, reaching for the shots.I shoot her a piercing glare, questioning her presence. "Why are you here?" I ask, my voic
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As I enter the peaceful cemetery, a deep feeling of emptiness envelops me. My heart beats faster with each step, and I can't help but gaze at every gravestone I pass by. These gravestones have become familiar to me, as I come here every week.Turning the corner, a mix of sorrow and love floods my heart as I gaze upon the gravestone before me.MAYA ELLEN SINCLAIRApril 17th, 1974 - July 20th, 2013 Beloved daughter, sister, and friend.Loved by all."I’m sorry I’m late," I say placing the flowers on the top of the marble headstone. "I got stuck in traffic." I continue and then take a moment of silence to honor her and gather my thoughts "I know you don’t like me being here and I know I shouldn't be here every week considering I’m the last person you ever want to meet but I just can’t help it. You’re the only one who understands me." I say as a strong silence hits me and I can’t help but gaze around. It’s always this quiet and empty in a cemetery, sometimes it makes me wonder if the sp
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