MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 98: What More Have You Hidden? Chapter 98: What More Have You Hidden? Riccardo

I woke up to the sound of light snoring and I didn't need to open my eyes to see that it came from Marshall, he had always been a deep sleeper. Marshall had lived with me for a few months after he had broken the news to his father that he wouldn't take over the family business and would. instead become a professor. Although, why he had his own room, he had a habit of falling asleep on the couch in the living room.

My body was tightly pressed against Angelia's, I hadn't allowed even one inch of space between us. Waking up with her in my arms was like a high I never wanted to end, was it possible to get addicted-after only a few nights? Because it certainly felt like that. Last night was amazing, our girl was everything I could have dreamed of and more. She took whatever we had given and not only liked it, but she loved it and it felt like what we had done sealed the deal we had with each

other. We could never go back after this moment.

Rising my head, I saw that she was sleeping sweetly on Marshall's chest with one of her feet slung over him. The blanket that should have been covered then was by the end of the end, just shy of

failing down to the floor. Looking at them all snuggled up together, I felt a type of warmth in my chest that I couldn't decipher. All I knew was that I liked the sight and something twisted in my stomach at the thought because with it came the knowledge that I was keeping a secret from them both, from all of them. It wasn't even something I could excuse, none were good enough including my shitty childhood.

When we first saw her, all I could think of was how this would bring my friends and me tighter together. We had finally found someone we had an interest in and I was afraid to let that go, I had

already noticed how much more contact I would have with my friends since she came into our lives. For a while, it felt like we had drifted apart, we never had time to hang out like we used to, gotten too busy and focused on work and yes, that was life. That shit happened but the fear of abandonment fucked us up. Although, that was not an excuse for messing with people's lives.

The thing was, I had been thinking about telling them every fucking day but the more time than went, the harder it was to own up to my mistake and now I was getting more and more involved too. The thought of not only losing my friends over this fuck up but Angelia as well, I didn't know if I could go through that. So I kept quiet, knowing it would blow up in my face but hoping to delay it just so I can have another day, just another day. Kingston must have known now, though, one of the two secrets I had kept. He must have gotten her location when he had picked her up for their night and realized it was his club. My stomach tightened even further, knowing my conversation with him would soon come. Maybe another day with them had come and gone

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already and I was running on nothing but borrowed, no stolen time.

I rose gently from the bed, careful not to wake those two up from their slumber. Kingston left right after Angelia had fallen asleep to a guest room that was unofficially his which didn't surprise me. That poor man, I knew that what his parents had done had messed him up real good and try as we might, Marshall and I weren't the best to help him with his intimacy issues. If he would just open up to Angelia about his past, I am sure she would help. But I knew he wouldn't, even myself, I hadn't really opened up either.

she looked so innocent, calm goddamned beautiful that it squeezed my heart. She was also ridiculously tough even though she might not think so, she went after what she wanted even when her shy personality tried to hold her back. Much had changed ever since she had come into our lives and none of those changes were bad. She was like a breath of fresh air, smiles and rainstorm. Rainstorm? I would never looked at one the same way again not after having seen her standing in one with arms

His sleep routine was practically non-existent but I hoped he had gone back to bed, it was still early enough

the angry-looking man that had been my best friend for

pissed but I guessed not dealing with your shit would

It wast some fancy device that only made one cup at a

"Some," he mumbled.

than last night."

at least not for someone who knew them. Grabbing the freshly made coffee, I sat down

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lie, I was fucking

His low gritty voice made it sound like he had just

remember a time when he spoke normally without whispering. I think he still had a rough type of tone back then too

asked with my heart in my throat. I wasn't

up when I told her

Iceberg and wore the fucking tiny uniform..." his eyes narrowed

look

from them and a whole other thing to directly lie. My thoughts went a mile a minute, trying to figure out what to say, how to explain everything but he beat me

"Of course,

a goddamned private investigator on