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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damp and only now did I notice he was practically naked

can we have your

We had pancakes then too, I closed my eyes at the memory and could already feel the sadness washing over me. Too much had happened yesterday and I didn't know how I would

to do. I worked best with a

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

will..

privacy." I nodded at the clothes

because of this much sleep, my energy was

shit the first time I had visited him before

looked like shit

this white-yel**ish color but now

walls were c***my white. With several potted plants, he had managed to make it feel warm and homey. His furniture was a mix

right?" I asked because if he had been, he wouldn't be

replied as he

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

I

enough.

need a babysitter." I said softly and he turned around to give me all of his

"I am

just taking care of you. There is a difference."

friend like

him." He smiled, letting me know he

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a lucky

are 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 finally asked what had

me cry so

So are

going to

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

Over the next several minutes, I recounted everything that had happened. I told him 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

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