MY Possessive Mafia Men

MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 159: They Had Been Kind To Me

Chapter 159: They Had Been Kind To Me

Angelia

Replying back to Riccardo's message, I suggested a time in a few hours and asked a place we could speak in private. My phone vibrated in my hand just second after I had hit send. We can meet at one of our places or in the meeting room at Pleasure Palace. It is entirely up to

you.'

Deciding that going to one of their homes would be too private, I agreed to meet at the club.

"So?" Andy asked.

"I am meeting them tonight." I said and he picked up on my lack of enthusiasm and reached out to squeeze my hand.

"Are you sure you want to go back to your apartment today?" His brows knotted in apparent

worry.

"We could have a movie night after you have met up with them and I will get lots of ice cream and a bottle of red. What do you say?" Shaking my head, I smile at him sincerely. Albeit stiffly, I didn't feel like smiling.

"I appreciate it but I will be fine. I think it will be good for me to be alone and sort out my head."

"Okay, but promise to call me if you need me."

"I will," I agreed.

don't know each other that well yet."

am here too. You mean a lot to Andy and he means a lot

if you need anything." He looked slightly embarrassed and perhaps scared I would

James. I will

got my favorite brand of ice cream. It was when Andy sent him over

attention to my plate, I forced myself to eat. Andy was a good cook, although

it was forced, they didn't comment on it but even while I wasn't in the best of moods, I listened and gave answers when needed. If only for a little while, they helped me get my mind off everything else. When it was time to leave, James stayed behind while Andy put on his shoes and walked

putting up with my shit these past days."

him goodbye.

stinks but I will still wipe your a** if you ever need me to." He joked. I chuckled, swatting

to ruin our

a heartfelt moment? I didn't notice." He had that teasing glint in

loved.

anymore. It is

have some quality time with your boyfriend without me cramping your

And

with the talk." He said the last part all dramatically before he spun around and started walking down the stairs. remember, I am only a phone call away."

"I know,"

It was exhausting to pretend that I was okay when I was

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the main room containing my bedroom, living room and kitchen and bathroom. I scanned each corner and Very hidden place with a hammering heart. It was as if I expected someone to jump out at any moment. Nothing happened, but the thought that it could was enough to make any muscles tighten in preparation to

everything that had happened, my eyes went to the spot on the ceiling where I once had a hole that leaked. My money was on Riccardo, seeing as the temperature fluctuations were also fixed. He was the only one who knew about that and I never thanked him for it. They made one major mistake and it had been so big that I hadn't been able to do the same, the tiny kindness they had done towards me until now. Each of their kindness stood out to me now when I could think more clearly about my time with them. They had fixed my ceiling and my water tank, they had lifted me up with their praise and made me feel confident in myself. Their sweet gesture after a scene as they took care of me, teaching me how to cook and treating me like I was something precious. I began looking forward to each day with them because they made every day exciting. And I realized just a little too late, like the dumb fool I was, that they didn't just take care of me, they cared for me. Those little tells that should have tipped me off but I had been too blind to see in my hurt. The way Kingston shared his kitchen with me when I suspected few- if any-had the pleasure of saying the same. The way Marshall truly listened to me and remembered what I said. I had made me feel heard. The way Riccardo showed me his vulnerable side by opening up about his childhood, it had been a difficult topic for him to talk about. However, he had still done it just so I could get to know him better. My eyes burned as I forced my gaze from the ceiling, this wasn't time for regret. Checking the the clock, I I saw that it it was too early yet to get ready. I should have probably started on the assignment from school and read through the notes u had gotten from my classmates but I wasn't feeling it. I could hardly concentrate as it was, how could I possibly focus on economics? My studies were something I usually excelled at, I was a good student, submitted any work before the deadline and was attentive in my classes. I love my major and worked hard to get good grades

the stingy feeling around my eyes and the traces of wetness

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