Hating The Mafia King

3: Waiting For The Stardom

I glance at my watch, feeling a mix of anticipation and frustration. It's been nearly thirty minutes since I arrived at the club, eagerly awaiting Richard Maranzano's arrival. Yet, as I look around the room, my hopes begin to fade. The pulsating music and energetic dance floor only amplify my growing disappointment. It seems like this night might turn out to be just like the other times - a complete waste of time.

I let out a frustrated sigh, resting my hand on the counter as I watched Rebecca ordering shots from the bartender. I can't help but turn my gaze towards the door once again, hoping to catch a glimpse of Richard Maranzano.

Why isn't he here already? I thought his number one rule was to always be on time.

Rebecca notices my impatience and asks, "Still waiting for him?" She's referring to Richard Maranzano, of course.

I look at her and give a nod, responding with a simple "Yeah."

"Maybe it's just a rumor," she suggests, trying to ease my worries.

I shake my head, feeling a mix of frustration and concern. "Oh no... I really hope it's not just a rumor. I spent $500 on each ticket, and I can't afford to lose that kind of money on a stupid rumor."

"You what!" Rebecca's eyebrows shoot up in surprise as she exclaims, "How could you spend that much on a ticket? Girl, you don't even have a job!"

"Not until tomorrow," I reply, reaching out to grab a shot from the tray the bartender just served Rebecca.

"It's an interview, you can't be certain about getting the job," she cautions.

"I will, I just have this strong feeling," I say confidently.

"But still, spending $500 on each ticket is quite a sum of money."

"I thought we agreed to seize any opportunity we have to meet Richard Maranzano," I remind her.

"I did but $500? No way, I didn't even spend that much money on Justin Bieber's concert."

"Yeah, I get it but this is totally different. We're talking about Richard Maranzano here, not just some regular musician." I say, quickly downing the shot.

"I don't even know what to tell you at this point but you know what just chill, if Richard Maranzano doesn't come, just relax and have some shot, enjoy your night." She suggests

"The only way I will be enjoying my night is when I see Richard Maranzano."

"You are so obsessed with this man."

I roll my eyes ignoring her comment. I don't know what's with her and everyone else telling me that I am obsessed with Richard Maranzano, I mean isn't it clear? I hate that man and would forever will. Richard Maranzano is the worst person on earth and the only thing I feel about him is hatred.

I give my hair a sassy flip over my shoulder and quickly check my phone for any updates on Richard Maranzano's arrival. But just as I'm scrolling, Rebecca snatches my phone away in an instant.

"No phones tonight, girl. Just enjoy the moment," she says with a mischievous grin.

"Come on, Rebecca, give me my phone back," I demand, feeling a bit annoyed.

She playfully shakes her head. "No, not happening."

"Rebecca!" I exclaim, trying to sound a little more persuasive.

She finally relents and hands me back my phone. "Fine, but only if you promise not to go all crazy about Richard Maranzano," she says, raising an eyebrow.