Loving The Mafia King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

I can’t deny that today turned out to be a lot better than I originally thought it would be. I was bracing myself for a day filled with chaos and frustration, expecting it to be one of the most awful days ever. But to my surprise, it’s actually been quite easygoing. There’s a sense of comfort in knowing that I’m making progress in finding Dad and securing his safety. The thought of finally seeing him face to face again fills me with anticipation and hope. I can’t wait for that moment to arrive.As I pulled up to my mansion, the familiar routine unfolded; my security opened the car door, and I stepped out, the cool night air brushing against my skin. I walk toward the house, only to be met by an eerie silence and darkness that envelops me. A sense of emptiness washed over me and I knew that if Dad had been around, it wouldn’t have been silent and he and I would have been at the home theater watching the sitcom Friends. But now that he’s not here, it’s almost as if the whole place lost

Dad always says that diamonds are the root of both good and evil, and if they end up in the wrong hands, they could destroy the entire universe. I never really grasped what he meant until he led me through a dark tunnel that opened up to a brilliant light- one that I’d never seen before. As we made our way down the long hallway, our footsteps echoed loudly, emphasizing how isolated we were in this place. The darkness was so thick that I felt compelled to hold onto Dad's hand tightly, trusting him to guide me through the door ahead. It was the darkest yet somehow the safest place I had ever been in. There are no securities around but I feel safe and I could feel invincible eyes on me making it clear that the place is solid safe and protected from all evil people. Despite the place being dark, Dad reassured me that we didn’t need a flashlight because he was familiar with every corner of this mysterious location. He explained that using a beam of light could alert anyone lurking in the

I filled Richie in on everything I had uncovered about Charles Smirnov and what he’s been up to lately. Last night, I really dug deep into my research and found out a lot more than I expected. Charles is currently in jail here in Chicago, but he’s set to be sent back to Russia soon, which means today is his last chance to be in the city. I have this rare opportunity to meet him before he’s whisked away.I made sure to explain my theory about Charles and why I suspect he might be behind all the chaos, even though he’s behind bars. Despite his incarceration, he has a network of people around Chicago who could still be working for him. Plus, his younger brother, James Smirnov, is absolutely furious with both Richie and me. It’s clear he harbors a strong hatred toward us, which I believe stems from the fact that Charles ended up in jail because of my actions and because of the death of his older brother, which was caused by Calista, who is related to Richie. The Smirnovs are the only mut

Charles looks between Richie and me, the color draining from his face. The seriousness etched on his features tells me he knows something crucial, but he’s clearly trying to keep it hidden.He holds onto his serious expression for just a moment longer before he suddenly erupts into laughter… again. The sound echoes throughout the room, filling every corner with his boisterous mirth. His eyes squint shut, and I can see the way his body shakes with each burst of laughter as if he’s losing his grip on reality. I can see the sheer energy radiating from him; it’s not just a simple laugh—he’s howling, practically screaming with joy. It infuriates me, making me feel like a complete fool as he mocks me openly, laughter spilling from his lips like a taunt.I keep my eyes locked on him, watching as he continues to laugh for what feels like an eternity—two solid minutes of unrelenting amusement. My frustration builds, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. I stand there, fists

As I step outside, the chill of the evening air wraps around me, but it’s nothing compared to the storm brewing inside. Richie trails behind me, calling my name, but I refuse to turn around. My eyes are brimming with tears, and I don’t want him to witness the turmoil raging within me. Yet, as I continue walking, he reaches out and clasps my hand, forcing me to face him. His gaze is filled with sympathy, and it only makes the tears spill over. "Rach, oh my god," he says, stepping closer, but I instinctively pull away."Don’t come close to me, Richie, just don’t!" I yell, my voice cracking as more tears cascade down my cheeks. I can already feel the weight of this day crushing me, and I hate it with every fiber of my being.Richie’s eyes soften as he looks into mine, and I can see the regret etched across his face. "I should have known this was a bad idea. I’m sorry for bringing you here; maybe we should…" he trails off, searching for the right words."No," I interject sharply, disbelie