Hating The Mafia King

10: Change Of Plan

Today is going to be a great day; I can feel it and I just know it. My ideal plan is to ruin Richie's life physically but since I don't see a way to do that now, I guess I will start by ruining him emotionally and the way to do that is by smashing a rejection right on his fucking face. I am publicly going to reject Richie so the whole world will know that Richard Maranzano is not every woman's dream.

Right now, I'm stuck at the office after wrapping up a long meeting with Richie. The amount of paperwork on my desk is overwhelming, but I'm determined to sort through it all. Today has been one of those stress-filled days. Richie suggested that I take a break and rest, but I didn't want to give in. I'd rather stay busy and keep my mind off those silly thoughts that were popping up during the meeting. It's funny how just looking at Richie for too long can mess with my head and get me thinking weirdly.

After going through a little more than half of the papers, I came across an envelope with 'PRIVATE' written all over it. "This seems interesting," I mumble looking around the room to make sure there weren't any sneaky CCTV cameras around.

Once I made sure it was all clear, I couldn't resist opening the envelope. Carefully, pulling out the paper inside, I noticed it was written in a code language. Good thing my parents taught me code language when I was twelve. They always said it would come in handy, especially for business. I never realized just how important it would be until now.

I read the paper and discovered that It is an illegal drug dealing receipt and letter that states that Richie paid over a billion euros to get a supply of drugs and illegal possession of firearms.

"Holy crap!" I gasped, my heart racing as I continued to read every word.

This is huge! Forget about the rejection. This right here is a game-changer. If this information gets out, it won't just ruin Richie's life, but it could have serious consequences for his entire family. It's like a bombshell that I've been desperately searching for.

As I read that part of the paper about Richie and his father's fake visas being ready, a huge smile spread across my face. I can't believe how much information I've stumbled upon just by reading this one paper. It's like hitting the jackpot!

I tried my best to make out the name of the sender, but it was written in some kind of secret coding language that was way beyond my decoding skills. However, I'm confident that all of this is coming from a specific person.

Once I find someone who can help me decode the sender's name, I might just be able to track them down and finally get closer to Richie's illegal life. This could literally be the best thing that could ever happen to me.

Without skipping a beat, I quickly grab my phone, eager to capture the moment with a snap. But just as I'm about to press the shutter, I hear footsteps approaching the room. Panic sets in as I realize I won't have enough time. I swiftly tuck the paper back into the envelope, not wanting to get caught red-handed. As if on cue, Richie enters the room, his expression filled with suspicion. His eyes scan the area until they meet mine. "What are you doing?" he asks, his tone laced with curiosity.

"N-nothing," I stammer, trying to sound innocent.

"Are you sure?" he presses, clearly unconvinced.

"Yeah, just... working on... you know, the papers," I reply, hastily standing up and making my way to the front cabinet to grab some files.

"Oh, but aren't you tired of working?" Richie questions, his voice sending shivers down my spine. I can feel his gaze lingering on me.

I glance over my shoulder, still positioned in front of the cabinet. "Not really," I answer, trying to maintain a composed demeanor.

My heart races in my chest as Richie closes the distance between us, his cologne wrapping around me like a warm embrace. I can feel his breath on the side of my face, sending a shiver down my spine. "You wanna know something?" he says, his voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and desire.

"Yeah," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

"This skirt of yours," he whispers, his voice husky and full of longing. He lightly tugs on the material, tracing the contours of my body. "It... drives me crazy," he confesses, his words sending a surge of electricity through me. His hand grazes from my hip to mid-thigh, leaving a trail of heat wherever he touches. "Every curve of it," he whispers in my ear, his words igniting a fire within me.

My heart pounds in my chest, my face flushing with a deep blush. I'm so grateful I'm not facing him right now. Richie's fingers continue to trail along my shoulder, inching closer to my chest. I gather my courage and manage to speak, my voice a mere whisper. "Richie,"

QHe hums in response, his chest lightly pressing against my back. "I love how you call my name, Rach," he says softly, his lips grazing my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine. "Calling you Rach is so much simpler than Rachel, don't you think?"

His words leave me speechless, unable to resist his charm. I take a deep breath and turn to face him, his lips just inches away from mine. I lean against the cabinet, hoping to create some distance, but he only closes the gap between us.

"Don't be nervous around me. I'm yours to be with so don't be nervous" he says, his gaze shifting from my eyes to my lips.

Richie takes another step closer, eliminating any remaining space between us. My voice trembles as I manage to stutter, "W-what are you doing?"

"Something I should have done the moment laid my eyes on you today," he replies, his voice filled with sincerity. He then goes down on one knee, capturing my attention.

Is he proposing again?

"I'll keep at it until you accept me, Rach," he says, holding his hand up for me.

Just as he speaks those words, the door slams open, and in walk a bunch of strangers with cameras. There's no doubt about it, they're the paparazzi. I glance at them, feeling a mix of surprise and concern, and then turn my gaze back to Richie.

"Will you marry me, Rachel Green?" His voice sounds like velvet, with a sultry rasp that makes my heart skip a beat.

So many thoughts come rushing through my head, and I can't quite comprehend what to do. The media's flashing lights blind me, and Richie looks at me as if I'm his only hope. The answer is crystal clear in my heart, but there's something more I could gain from saying yes. This could be my only chance to get my revenge, to pull off an epic heist.

Without thinking things through, I nod and say, "Yes, I will marry you."

A smile curls up on Richie's lips as he stands up, pulls me close, and captures my lips with a fiery passionate kiss. The intensity in his gaze as he pulls away tells me that he is completely unaware of the consequences of what he has just done. But that's even better because an unaware attack is always the best. Richard Maranzano has no idea what's coming next for him.