MY Possessive Mafia Men

MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 149: Every Single Thing With You Is Real Chapter 149: Every Single Thing With You Is Real Marshall

For all of summer, I had looked forward to classes starting again but when I walked into corporate finance class earlier, I didn't feel the same spark I had felt on Monday before everything had happened. I wasn't as focused as I should have been and the usual passion I

had for teaching just

wasn't there. My mind was too cluttered, too chaotic to steer my attention towards my work.

There was someone much more important to me than my job on my mind and she was hurt by us. Angelia had every second to be mad at all of us, while I hadn't known she was a student at my school, I did know about Riccardo hiring a private investigator. Truth be told, when he had assured us he would use a private investigator and I hadn't done anything to stop him. So, while he might have been the one to actually do it, we had been the ones encouraging him because we were just as desperate to find the one who had caught our attention. As I finished preparing some course material after classes, I once again checked my phone like I had been doing much more frequently these past few days. A jolt went through me when I saw I had gotten a couple of

notifications but I didn't let myself hope too much. Riccardo and Kingston both had been peppering my phone with messages and trying to get me to talk to them. I knew I couldn't stay mad at them forever but they had let me down and it wasn't something I could forget easily.

One of the notifications was in fact a message from Kingston but my eyes zeroed in on the one from Angelia. She had texted me, I thought with a healthy mix of apprehension and relief. Whatever she had to say, good or bad, I would take it as long as she talked to me. My heart

thundered as I clicked in on her message.

'We need to talk, meet me at Oriental park at five.

She told me where at the park I would find her but that was it, still, she wanted to meet and that had to be good, right? At least, she wasn't blocking our numbers and never talking to us again. This was a great start, it had to be. Seeing the time, I noted that I had an hour before I had to be there and not wanting to risk being late, I decided to pack my things and leave now. Since Monday, I had hoped for the opportunity to talk to her and now that I was going to, I was suddenly nervous. This might be the only chance I would get and I couldn't fuck it up, no

pressure.

Forty minutes later I found myself at the entrance of the park she had asked us to meet. Following her instructions, I turned left and walked down the trail. The sun made the suit I was wearing uncomfortably hot even after I had abandoned both the jacket and tie in the car. I walked by a family with their children running ahead and chasing each other. They made such a beautiful

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present parents but I craved for the time I could give my children what I never

just the loving part. I was so lost in the imaginary future that it took a second before I saw her standing just a few feet away. My breath

how much until I was looking right at

the sun painting her hair golden. I couldn't see more than her side profile but there was a sadness

was standing right by the lake, holding a bag of what looked to be pallet food, presumably for the

sought refuge

before her grandmother passed away. When I looked back up at her face, she had turned towards me and her eyes locked on mine. The intensity of her sadness hit me like a fucking train and I suck in a breath. We

watching her like this with palpable sadness written

her eyes and the blotchy nose. It was even harder knowing

make her uncomfortable. It was plain torture having her this close but out of reach. She was staring

whispered, breaking

sorry I am but there is no

and gosh, the sight hurt

should have told you.. " I began but she

you? Why didn't you tell me? The night we met...I thought we were strangers but I wasn't a stranger to you, was I?" Her voice cracked as she spoke and her pain seeping through, it was unbearable to listen to. "Not a complete stranger, no." I responded honestly and as honest

about me? What did you find out about me before we even talked to

had actually kept

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up to it. The words were

we saw you talking to Jolene and we found out from her that you were a submissive and that you couldn't afford the membership. The bouncers told

the city two years ago and that you were from Abakaliki." I continued and didn't stop until I had told her everything, we