Loving The Mafia King
I don’t even think Richie would want to do that.
With a heavy heart, I walk out of Richie’s house, closing the door behind me with a sense of finality. I climb into my car, my mind racing with emotions. I turn the engine on, but just as it roars to life, I kill it and let out a primal scream. I scream until my lungs feel like they are on fire, until my heart races wildly in my chest, each beat echoing the chaos inside me. Tears stream down my face, and the pain in my head intensifies, but nothing compares to the profound emptiness that consumed me. The grief wrapped around me like a heavy blanket, suffocating and relentless.
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