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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just about to make us some breakfast, you must be hungry." His hair was damp and only now did I notice he was practically naked with only a towel around

can we

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

I needed to figure out what to do. I worked best with

He winked, a soft smile was

will..

some privacy." I nodded at the clothes he was gathering

to leave, already missing the comfort it had provided me. Shuffling out of the room, I went right to his couch and laid back down. Even after this much sleep or because of this much sleep, my energy was depleted. He got out of the room

first time I had visited him before he got permission from his landlord

looked like shit

had been this white-yel**ish color but now

white. With several potted plants, he had managed to make it feel warm and homey. His furniture was a mix of modern and rustic and I loved how he

are working today, right?" I asked because if he had been, he

still sick." He replied as he rummaged in his

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

I

enough.

babysitter." I said softly and he

"I am

care of you. There is a

a friend

avoid him." He smiled, letting me know he was only joking. You are

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lucky

you are going to make me blush." He was already

compliment him more. He deserves all the praise and I would continue until he was used to it. It wasn't until

me

So are

going to tell me

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

my chest. 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 angrier while I grew calmer. I felt like I was disconnecting myself from yesterday as if it was too much for my

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