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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with two loving present parents but I craved for the time I

took a second before I saw her standing just a few feet away. My breath hitched and my feet stopped moving. At the moment, it felt like I hadn't seen her in weeks and as

much until I was looking right

painting her hair golden. I couldn't see more than her side profile but there was a sadness to her that squeezed my heart. For a short while, I

there, taking her in. She was standing right by the lake, holding a bag of what looked to be

about. This was where she sought refuge when

passed away. When I looked back up at her face, she had turned towards me and her eyes locked

was hard watching her like this with palpable sadness written along the slight frown at

redness around her eyes and the blotchy nose. It was even harder

having her

whispered, breaking the silence

I could express how sorry I am but there is no word for

her beautiful eyes and gosh, the sight hurt me

" I began but she interrupted

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

did you find out about me before we even talked

thinking about how much we had actually kept

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up to it. The words were stuck in my throat but I still

a submissive and that you couldn't afford the membership. The bouncers told me your name and age." I swallowed, feeling so

investigator, we learned that you studied Business Administration and that you moved to the city two years ago and that you were from Abakaliki." I continued and didn't stop until I had told her everything, we hadn't known much but I was enough. Tears were spilling down her