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MY Possessive Mafia Men Chapter 145: I Love Her Chapter 145: I Love Her Riccardo

The second Marshall interrupted my meeting, it all had gone to hell. I had finally come clean and he didn't take it well. I mean, his best friends had basically lied to him, so he wouldn't be happy about it. I would have if I had been in his shoes. I tried to explain myself as best as I could to him but let's be honest, it was all a shitty excuse. I was too old to be using my issues as an excuse to

do whatever the hell I wanted.

He had left my office in anger and with our friendship hanging on a thin fucking thread, it hurts me even worse than living with the fact that my patents didn't want me. Like they say, friends were the family we chose for ourselves and they meant more to me than my parents ever did. For weeks, I had known keeping this from him, from both of them was wrong. He should have heard it from me the second I found out that Angelia was a student at this school. But I didn't, instead, I had swept it under the rug, hoping they wouldn't find out about it until he finished his semester. How was I supposed to know she would be his student? If I had then I would have definitely told

them.

Angelia was his student, I really did fuck up on that one. My plan revolved around the fact that their paths wouldn't cross, damn I was one stupid fucker. As soon as he left, I tried calling her, desperate to make sure she was okay. She couldn't possibly have taken the news about Marshal being her professor well. For the short time I had known her, she wouldn't be okay with this. She, would be worried, probably more about Marshall and his job than herself. She didn't pick up, not the first time I called and not the twenty other times I had called since then. When that didn't work, I tried texting her, I hadn't heard from her once. Now, Marshall was pissed at me and Angelia wasn't answering any of my calls. This was what I had been afraid would happen.

I hadn't slept a wink since yesterday when I found out my mind wouldn't shut off and I had suffered one panic attack in the past. I thought I was over the attacks, I hadn't had one in years but it seems the risk of losing not one but two of the people I loved would do that to me. Kingston had contacted me a couple hours after Marshall showed up after he too had been yelled at by him. When he had found out about Marshall and Angelia, he had also tried calling her and she didn't answer him either. For once I had been the one at a loss for words while trying to figure out what we were going to do next. The truth was, there wasn't much we could do with Marshall until he had calmed down enough for us to have a real conversation with him. As for Angelia, first, we need to get a hold of her.

Not being able to sit still any longer, I decided to visit her instead of waiting around for her to call me back. If she wouldn't answer her phone, she might answer her door. The drive over to her place

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felt way longer than the half an hour it actually took. I was worried about her and I didn't like her shutting us out. We were supposed to take care of her and I thought by now, she would let us. My body was tense, thinking about her needing us and we weren't there. I thought back to the last conversation we had, I had been calling them to see if she was okay, though for another reason.

Parking close to the entrance, I found the extra key I had for the building from when I changed

the pressure balancing valve for her shower and had gotten some men to fix her leaking roof. The

idiot landlord hadn't asked for it back and I hadn't given it to him either.

I took the stairs two at a time until I got to her floor and walked to her door and knocked. "Honey, please open the door, it is me, Riccardo."

It only took a couple of seconds before the door was wrenched open with so much force that it struck the wall. Instead of seeing our sweet Angelia, I came face to face with her angry looking friend.

a bitch!' he cursed a split second before his fist connected with my nose and holy

went to hit me again, I blocked him like I would have done the first time if

could wipe away the nosebleed but it was of no

winced. It throbbed like a motherfucker but at

try to hit me again but I could tell he wanted

you talking about?"

out what the hell he was talking about. His eyes narrowed

my girl and made her believe up a sponsorship to

private investigator to find a girl? Never mind the fact that you lied to her from the start when she was

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but I couldn't talk, my mind focused on his use of words. We were her dominants, weren't we

completely honest with her when we should have been and

My breathing grew strained, my airways constricting until it only allowed me a thin stream

fucking hard and fast that my chest hurt. His eyes grew almost

thought of losing the woman I love, I couldn't bear it. The realization hit

her, I tried to tell him. We never meant to hurt her, I tried to tell him that but my tongue felt like lead and the words were stuck in my throat alongside the air I was choking on. Stumbling towards the hallway wall I leaned against it with my head bent down, trying desperately to fill my lungs with

"No," I replied hoarsely.

can't just stand there,

and if I had hoped she was in here, I was sorely mistaken. He led me to the chair by her desk, I sat down second before my legs would have given out. I

to let it stay in the past, a lot

my side, though I can't

might be easier if you tried

idea. Still when he mentioned using a breathing technique, it triggered a memory of me using it to help deal with one of these attacks. I took a deep breath at the count of one to three, filling my lungs on each count and holding it for a

water bottle for you on her desk." He finally said after minutes of silence. Grateful,

off the

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