It’s been a few days since I met Richie mostly because I haven’t left the house since that time. I am pretty grateful about that, mainly because I'm not sure how to act around him right now. Before, I always felt angry and felt like ruining his life in a way he that he will regret ever existing but now I don’t feel that way. Honestly, I don't even know how to feel. I am still hurt by his actions but I’m not as hurt as I was before. My emotions are all over the place and seeing him would only worsen matters because then, I wouldn’t know how to react and I will start feeling confused, anxious, and even a bit guilty about my feelings. I just think it’s best if I take some time to myself to figure out what I really want and need right now.I blow out a breath and try to push Richie out of my mind as I check my reflection using the full-length mirror in my room. I look a bit drained, probably because I haven’t been getting enough sleep, my messy bun seems to be a lot messy today but that’s

As we drive, I glance over at Richie, his gaze is fixed on the road and his expression is unreadable. We have been on the road for almost thirty minutes now, and I have no idea where we are headed. I try to ask Richie, but he just brushes me off, saying it’s better seen than heard. I still have no idea what that means but I know it gets me more worried.The silence between us is starting to get to me, and I can't help but feel a little anxious. I fold my hands in my lap as I twirl my thumbs around each other. I have never been this nervous before. My heart is beating as fast as it was earlier, I’ve known Richie for a long time now but this is the first time he’s ever spoken to me in such a profound tone, I have never seen him this serious before and that is the main reason why I agreed to come along with him, I have to see what he wanted to show me. A few minutes later, Richie pulls the car at a cemetery. I turn to look at him, confused and more than a little unnerved. "Why are we her

I wake up to a sharp and intense pain in my stomach that makes me curl up in a ball. I groan feeling the pain getting worse. I release a heavy breath holding onto my stomach hoping the pain will go away but it doesn’t.Groaning, I turn around and I feel my stomach crumple painfully. My eyes shoot open and I immediately realize what it means. It’s that time of the month. "Oh shit!" I screech taking the covers off. I quickly grab my pantie, towel, and toiletries from the mini wardrobe before I head into the bathroom to clean myself up. I locked the bathroom door so Richie doesn’t get in, not that he’s done that before but I don’t want to take a risk.I so much hate this time of the month, I mean the whole deal about it is so stressful and exhausting. Not to mention, the annoying painful cramps, mood swings, flow, overflow, and worse, the stain. I just hate it, it’s too much to handle. I sometimes wish there was a way to make it easier, but I know that it's just something I have to deal

~ PAPA’S POVI push the door open and hear the familiar creak before shutting it behind me. The darkness of the room engulfs me, so I make my way forward and fumble for the light switch. Finally finding it, I flip it on and the first person I see is the man tied to a chair."Hello, old friend. [Ciao, vecchio amico.]" I say walking toward the table. I take my taser and check if it’s fully charged, once confirmed. I walk over to him, pull a chair and sit in front of him. Releasing a deep breath I see how he’s sleeping peacefully as if nothing matters anymore. It’s almost like the world fades away around him and he worries. I hate to see him at peace, at least not when his daughter's life is about to crumble into pieces. It’s so not fair how is he sleeping peacefully on this uncomfortable chair while I can not sleep on the most comfortable bed ever. Life should not be this unfair, at least not to me. I am the Mafia King, I get whatever I want from whoever I want. I look between him and

My heart is pounding as I try to figure out who had spoken. I look around and see Alexander walking down the aisle. My face twisted in a look of total bewilderment and confusion. But then, suddenly, softens when I see a familiar face behind him. My heart stops for a moment as my balance loosens making me step back a little. My brain stops functioning momentarily and I feel like I’m losing my mind. No, It can’t be possible, my eyes must be deceiving me. He is not who I think he is. I feel my heart racing at a sudden speed as they walk closer to me. I take a complete look at him. My eyes bulge and my heart rate speeds up. "Da-dd?" I mumble, my voice trembling with emotion.His eyes meet mine and I see sadness and concern in them. "Delilah." He calls me by my first name, his voice filled with emotion."Ezra," Richie says, profoundly. His voice echoes in my head and I feel a sense of tension in the air."What?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. He’s Ezra? That can’t be possible, he