Loving The Mafia King

Hey guys! I'm super excited to announce that the second book of "Hating the mafia king" is here! 🎉

If you're new to the series, I highly recommend reading the first book [Hating The 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.

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CHAPTER ONE

The most undeniable part of love is when you are the victim; when you are the one always hurting and you just want to let go of all those emotions but you can’t because all you want is to make them feel what you are feeling. You want them to hurt like you are hurting. You want closure from everything, but you just can't let go when they haven't suffered the same as you have

You want them to feel the pain you are feeling and most importantly, you want them to burn like you always do. That is all that I want from Richard Maranzano. I want him to burn.

I don’t believe in forgiveness nor forgetting, never have I, and never will I. I believe in closure and that’s the exact thing I envision.

I stand up from my chair and walk to the window with a cup of coffee in my hand. Looking at the view before me, I couldn’t help but be reminded how much life can be beautiful even in the darkness. I watch the rain cascade onto the grimy floor, the wind gently carries away the fallen leaves, giving me a tranquil shiver down my spine. Watching the rain has always been my hobby, it’s just something that makes my heart happy.

"You just love watching the rain don’t you?" I hear Kai say from behind me, his voice filled with a hint of amusement.

Not wanting to break my gaze from the mesmerizing rainfall, I respond to him, my eyes still fixed on the cascading drops. "I really do. It calms my heart and my soul." I respond

He lets out a soft chuckle and stands next to me, his gaze now focused on the rain as well. "I don’t see anything that is calming in the rain."

"Well, that’s only because you’re not paying attention to it much."

"I am actually but all I see is the dirt it washes away."

"Well, that’s the beauty of it," I exclaim, turning my gaze to meet Kai's mesmerizing blue eyes. Kai is a cousin but feels like a brother to me. "When the dirt washes away, it swells one's heart and it makes the soul feel alive again."

"I don’t think I will ever understand what you just said."

Kai is right, he will never understand because it’s not about the rain but about my heart. In response to his comments, I say "It’s not for you to understand but to know,"

He lets out a small chuckle and says, "Anyways, I'm here to inform you that the firearms and explosives are all set and good to go."

"And what about the Immigrants? Are they ready?" I ask as I walk over to my desk.

"Oh, absolutely. We've got a solid fifty of them."

I take a seat, open up my laptop, and see that it's still on the page I was last looking at: Richard Maranzano's warehouse. Anger starts to boil in my veins as his image burns into my eyes.

I can't stand that man, I absolutely hate him.

"That's great news. I need them to take care of a job at a warehouse in Saint Francisco. It's number two, so they shouldn't mix it up with the others." I say

"Alright, got it." He quickly jots it down on his phone.

"Also, if they find anyone there, absolutely anyone, they should hurt them and make them burn in the fire," I say straightforwardly.

I am not entirely happy with the job I am doing but being the Mafia Queen, this is what I have to do. After I walked out of my wedding with Dad, I went back to the house where Richard Maranzano and his father burnt down. Dad got it renovated with the fortune he has in his insurance and we settled in it. Everything else after that was done thanks to Dad’s older brother, Joe, and his son Kai.

Being part of a Mafia has always been my life, I just lost that part of me when Richard Maranzano took over but now, I am never losing it again, I have found where my heart belongs and that is where I will be for the rest of my life.

"Wait a minute," Kai interjects, his voice filled with surprise. "Isn't this...?"

I pause for a moment, meeting his gaze before nodding in confirmation. "Yes, It is."

Kai's expression turns serious as he responds, "No, we can't proceed with this. We've been causing destruction to their homes without any tangible benefits. We cannot be using our sources when we aren’t benefiting from them."

"We are benefiting,"

"No, we're not. This isn't the right course of action. We can't seize control of their businesses without any gain. Our plan may be well thought out, but we need to redirect our efforts towards someone else. The Maranzano family has nothing left to offer; we've already taken everything."

I maintain my position, my voice steady as I explain, "Look Kai, I don’t cause harm to anyone but to those that do it to me. Richard Maranzano really hurt me and now I am doing the same to him."

"You’re ruining his life," Kai says

"He deserves every single thing I do to him." I snap, frustration evident in my voice.

"Delilah." Kai's voice softens as he says my first name. "You're letting your emotions get in the way of business."

"No, I am." I avert my gaze to my laptop, not wanting Kai to see the built-up pain my eyes hold.

It's hard for anyone to truly understand what I'm going through. It still hurts me to think that I once believed we had an unbreakable bond that would last forever.

"No, that's not true. You're still thinking about him, and that's why you're doing all of this," Kai insists.

Kai is right. I can't deny that I still think about him. Even after two long years, it's difficult not to, but it only makes things harder when I do.

"Just tell me one thing," Kai asks, his eyes locked with mine. "Do you still have feelings for him?"

I meet his gaze with a mix of determination and pain. "I do," I admit, my voice filled with raw emotion. "But the feelings I have for him are pure hatred."

"Ohh, well I understand that but.."

"You don’t." I cut him off "You don’t understand, in fact, no one will understand what I feel for Richard Maranzano, only I understand."

As I dig deep into my soul, I continue to pour out my emotions. "I am crazy for him- crazy to watch him hurt and get pained. I have been suffering for two years, trying my best to get him out of my head and him, all he’s been doing is making new friends and hitting every bar in the States."

I can see from Kai's expression that he still doesn't quite grasp it, so I persist. "Every single day, my heart burns with longing, and all I desire is for his heart to burn just as intensely. I want him to experience the same torment that consumes me." I say and I let my heart speak the last words "I want him to feel what my heart feels."

Kai looks at me in complete shock, as if I've just revealed something he never knew existed. He looks like he's about to speak, but I swiftly cut him off, not wanting to hear any objections. "Let me enjoy his pain, Kai" I assert, my voice filled with determination and longing.

Kai takes a moment, seemingly lost in thought, before finally responding. "Alright, but we're going all-in on this mission. We'll use every firearm and explosive we have," he says, a wicked grin spreading across my face as I see his agreement. "If you're burning, then he has to burn too."

~ RICHIE

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 day but it only gets worse when I think about how and why Rachel moved on. It’s not like I want her to keep hurting but I just 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 well 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. I don’t know what the fut