Mafia Kingpin: A Dark, Thrilling Organized Crime Romance

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A FEW DAYS LATER...

I lay down in bed, silent tears streaming down my face. I was still in excruciating pain. I could barely feel my ribs, and I knew that I couldn't go to the hospital, or they would ask me too many questions, which would result in the police getting involved, and Steve taking revenge against Louis...

I tried my best to rest, to sleep, to drink water, to take tablets... But nothing was helping. I needed proper medical attention.

But I was hurting mentally more than anything. The pain I was feeling in my heart right now was far more severe than any pain Steve could inflict upon me. I couldn't believe that Matthew could do this to me... The one person I trusted, and he was working for Steve the whole time...

The one man I had a chance of love with.

Was a goddamn double spy.

I'd lost everything, and I didn't know how I was going to cope moving forward. I couldn't get over the betrayal and hurt that I'd experienced. After this, I would never be the same again. I would never be capable of loving a man again, or being myself again...

I had nothing left for me. Just the maternal instinct of protecting my son, despite everything that had happened.

I drew deep breaths in and out, feeling so timid and helpless. Time and time again, people just continued to use me, make me feel worthless and make me feel shit about myself. Nobody cared about me, nobody loved me. I came into this world alone...

And I would leave it alone, too.

I had to keep pushing forward for the sake of Louis. I could never forgive him for what he did, but he was still my own flesh and blood. I couldn't leave him alone in this world, to get into more trouble and get himself thrown into jail again once he got out. Suicide just wasn't an option.

So I guess I only had one idea left...

I drew in another deep breath, my heart racing as I raised my phone from my bedside table to my face. My arm was still shaking in pain, but I knew that I had to make this call.

I pressed the phone next to my ear, sighing as I waited impatiently for the person on the other end to pick up. Time felt like it was going slowly; it was killing me inside.

And then I heard the Bzzzz of them picking up the phone. I took another deep breath in, and then formed a sentence.

"Hey, is this the local dealer in Smethwick?" I asked.

"Yes," came a gruff voice from a man on the other end of the line.

"Yeah, I need some stuff dropped off to me..." I mumbled, tears rolling down my cheeks. "A thirty bag of coke... Some morphine injections, too." I swallowed down a lump that formed in my throat. "Come quickly please," I pleaded, and then quickly texted him my address, and then hung up the phone before I could change my mind.

Drugs were the only thing left that I could turn to...

The only thing left that could possibly have a chance of numbing the pain.