MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 142

MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 144: Was All This A Game To Them? Chapter 144: Was All This A Game To Them?

Angelia

"Do you want me to check who was calling? Andy asked.

"Yes," he leaned over me and reached for my phone.

"It is Riccardo, do you want to take it or....?" A tear fell from my eye and I shook my head.

"No, could you put my phone on airplane mode, please?"

"Sure thing, should I set an alarm for tomorrow for you?" He asked and the thought of going to school tomorrow only made me burrow further inside the blanket.

""Set it for eleven o'clock."

My first lecture tomorrow didn't start until one in the afternoon but I already knew I wouldn't go.

long

I just needed a day to gather myself back together, that wasn't too much to ask, was it? It took a time until I fell asleep even though I was exhausted from crying. My eyes flitted to my phone regularly, wondering if if Riccardo had tried calling me again or texting me. Did he know that I had overheard his conversation with Marshall? I wanted to check my notifications but I didn't. Tomorrow, I will figure out my next step but right now, I just want to sleep to take me under and make me forget if only for a couple of hours.

The sound of Andy tiptoeing around the room stirred me awake, I squinted my swollen eyes to see him bent over his his chest of drawers, opening the top one slowly and carefully so as to not make a

sound.

If it hadn't been for his creaking floors, I wouldn't have noticed him at all.

"What time is it?" I asked, my voice slightly house from yesterday's crying. He hoped so

noticeable, a smile tugged at my lips.

"Holy shit, girly. You almost gave me a heart attack." He said as he held his hand on his chest, trying to calm down.

"It's just half past ten."

Mentally counting, I realized I must have slept for a little over than usual, no wonder my head felt so heavy and my mind was all mushy. This was what happened when you cried yourself into exhaustion.

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about to make us some breakfast, you must be hungry." His hair was damp and only now did

can we

I closed my eyes at the memory and could already feel the sadness washing over me. Too much had happened yesterday

to figure out what to do. I worked best with

you want, only the best for you." He winked, a soft smile was on his

will..

give you some privacy." I nodded at the clothes he was gathering in his hands and got out

down. Even after this much sleep or because of this much sleep, my energy was depleted. He got out of the room a minute later and walked straight to the kitchen. His apartment was small but still bigger than mine, the living

time I had visited him

looked like shit

color but now three of

rust-brown and the remaining walls were c***my white. With several potted plants, he had managed to make it feel warm and homey. His

if he had

replied

lying, he didn't sound nasal when he talked and he was otherwise

I

enough.

could have gone to work, Andy. I don't need a babysitter." I said softly and he turned around to

"I am

of

a friend

simply gave me an excuse to avoid him." He smiled, letting me know

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lucky girl to have

going to make

stopped me from giving them to him, it just made me want to compliment him more. He deserves all the praise and I would continue until he was used to it. It wasn't until we sat down for breakfast when he

made me cry so

So are

ever going to tell me what

to him that I didn't want to talk about it, he would back off but maybe

about Marshall's class and later when I showed up at the club. I explained how I found out that not only did Riccardo and Kingston knows but that they had also hired a private investigator to find me. With each word I spoke, he grew angrier while I grew calmer. I felt like I was disconnecting myself from yesterday as if it was too much

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