~ RICHIE’S POVI wake up to the same throbbing headache I feel every day. I groan, turning around, I lay on my stomach with the pillow covering my head. I know I shouldn’t be taking too much alcohol every day but I have no choice, it’s the one thing in my life that makes me feel better, the only thing that makes me sleep at night. Turning around, I begin to drown myself in the blissful sleep I badly need but the sun shines through my window and lands its ray directly on my face forbidding me from getting that sleep. I turn away from the ray of sunshine and try to sleep but it just didn’t happen. I release a groan. I guess I need something heavy to get me to sleep. I sit up from bed and stretch my arms and as a yawn escapes my mouth, I already feel like I’m going to hate this day like I do every single day. I turn around and grab my leftover bottle of whiskey. Taking a sip out of it, I feel a wave of nausea wash over me. I try to hold it back but just like every morning it defeated me
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I am sited on the couch with my laptop on my thighs and a black cup of coffee on the table. I took a sip of coffee and placed the cup back on the table. As always, I am researching on Mafia, not just any type of Mafia but particularly Richie Maranzano. That fucking Bastard has been on my browser history for years and I haven’t found a solid thing about him that will make him crave mercy, pathetically. Every fucking girl I know likes Richie Maranzano, they could die for him, probably because of his wealth, facial beauty, or whatsoever but I don’t seem to like him at all. I find him a womanizer, a cruel, arrogant man and most significantly I see him as a menace. My whole life, I have been researching rather than investigating his family, right from the time when his father was the Mafia King to when he got the power. I know every single detail about him and his family. Call me crazy but I know about his allergies and daily life routine, that’s how you know how serious I am about this.
Ever since I moved to New York City, my life has been all about parties, research, and more parties, well let’s just say that aside from research, my life evolves around parties all thanks to Rebecca. I wore a spaghetti string silk mini dress, it has a slit in front, the back was open and it revealed the boobs area, I wore matching red heels to go with it, I straightened my hair so it will reach my back and fall right above my breast. I applied a little bit of mascara, eyeshadow, concealer, and thick red lipstick and I took my purse."You better be ready, Rebecca," I shout while walking to her room. And as I got there I wasn’t surprised to see that she isn’t in the room, she is probably taking a shower."Rebecca, you have to get your ass ready right now." I knock on the bathroom door but there was no response. "Rebecca," I say knocking on the door again."You called my name" I hear her huskily say from behind.My jaw dropped at the sight of her, she wore a short leather skirt with a t
I was tangled in the sheets and blankets, laying on my stomach with a pillow covering my head. I lifted myself up my elbow slightly, the pillow tumbled over. My eyes were squinted as the sun shine through the curtains making me groan and lay my head back on the bed. I slowly turned over to my back, my arm reaching over to rest over my eyes. As I turned around I realized I wasn’t at home. "What the fuck happened last night?" I jolt up from bed. Did I have sex with someone? I instantly checked my body and thank God, I was all dress not a single piece of my outfit is missing. I don’t remember how I got here, or what exactly happened last night, I glanced at the room and I realize I am the only one there. Immediately as I grabbed my phone I saw fifteen missed calls and five messages from Rebecca. Holy shit! I’m dead.Rebecca never calls unless it’s very necessary. I instantly got up from bed and head out of the room. I had to find my way out and when I did, I met ten bodyguards standing
Once I got home, I threw my bag on the couch and gaze at Rebecca."You didn’t get the job, did you?" She asks noticing the frown line on my forehead "I got the job, but-""Really!" She rushes to me pulling me into a hug "I can’t believe this, you got the job, oh my gosh we have to celebrate." She says with excitement, she pulls away and looks at me "You said ‘but’ at the end of the sentence. What happened?"I kept to where I stood and nodded my head "Why, did they reduce your salary?" She ask and I shook my head in disagreement "Did they tell you to take a night shift?" I shook my head again and walked over to the couch, I buried my head on the couch and screamed into it."What’s wrong babe." She asked sounding very concerned "It’s my boss," I say"Is he hot? Did he ask you to have sex with him?""No, but-" I exhale wondering what to tell her"But what?"I gulped the lump in my throat and blurted out "My boss is Richie Maranzano"She gasped as her eyes widened in shock "What!""Yeah
They say the sixteenth birthday party is the most important birthday party of a girl's life. It is joyful and memorable. Mine started joyful everyone was happy, Dad was singing I was dancing with my mom. I felt like a princess that day, in fact, I am a princess. My daddy’s little princess. Everything changed in a blink of an eye and suddenly it became an unexpected memory. It was very memorable such that it left a scar in the corner of my heart."Mom, I can’t go. I’m scared." I said sniffling between words. "You can do it, you have to." My mom said trying so hard to be brave but I can tell that she is scared. We all are. "No, I can’t, I can’t do it, Mom. I can’t leave you." Tears streamed down my face as I wiped them away. "You can and you will do it for me, for dad, and yourself." She said as I kept shaking my head disagreeing with her.She pushed me forward and waved her hands dismissively. "Go" She instructed "I can’t, I ca-" My throat felt like it was closing as I spoke each wo
It is night already which means a few minutes before the office dinner party. If it wasn’t for Rebecca and her dumb little influencing mouth, I wouldn’t have been getting ready. Goddamn! Richie didn’t even ask me to be his date, it was like a saying because he didn’t bother to hear my opinion on that.Rebecca has spent almost an hour painting my face all in the name of makeup and I’m fucking exhausted from that. "Goddamn! Becca, how long is it gonna take?" I say, groaning in annoyance "Just a few touches and we will be done." She responds I swear she has been saying that for the past thirty minutes. She applied a red lipstick on my lip and closed the tub before handing me a small mirror to look at myself. As I gaze at my reflection, the thoughts of my horrible sixteenth birthday party flashed through my eyes. That was the last time I had makeup done. I instantly dropped the mirror on the table trying so hard not to react."You don’t like the makeup?" Rebecca asks I gulped the lump