MY Possessive Mafia Men

MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 162: You Are Always In Our Minds

Chapter 162: You Are Always In Our Minds Angelia

I have been in this room twice, first for the bdsm contract signing and second to eat dinner with Riccardo. There wasn't much furniture aside from the table and chairs. Although, artistically black and white pictures of the bdsm lifestyle hung on the walls, I knew they were tastefully done because they were in the same styles as the pictures in the downstairs hallway before entering the dungeon.

Not taking the time to appreciate the pictures, my gaze zeroed on Riccardo and Kingston. Meeting their gaze, having their attention focused on me was like a slap of power, they both sat at the table, clearly having waited for us. Riccardo's piercing eyes took me in as I did him, my heart aches as I took notice of the bags beneath his eyes. I had a feeling these days hadn't been easy for him either, he usually looked so well rested, which was surprising given how late he went to bed and how early he arose. He has his hair lazily styled, the slightly curled ends of it reaching just below his ears. His sharp jaw held a five o'clock shadow, and I squeezed my thighs together, knowing how the rough stubble felt against my inner thighs. He was wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing his tan and muscular forearms. Gosh, he was devastatingly handsome, it almost hurt looking at him.

Kingston was impossible to ignore with his almost ominous presence. He is a huge man, packed with muscles and dressed in skillful ink. I hadn't gotten a good look at all of his tattoos, mostly because I had never gotten more under his clothes than the ones encircling his neck and decorated his hands. It didn't surprise me to see his square jaw clenched or the frown on his face. And it definitely didn't surprise me that his dark eyes were narrowed and that he didn't show any emotions except anger in his expression. That was the Kingston I knew and liked. The starting of a beard showed on his clenched jaw, it was just enough to notice and I found that it suited him very much. Almost too much.

Marshall left my side to join them at the table, their collective stares felt like physical touches. I had to force myself to breathe because they literally left me breathless. I hated being in the room with them, but only because I couldn't do any of the things I wanted. I wanted to greet them with my heart on my sleeve, I wanted to talk honestly and not lie. It didn't feel good that I couldn't be myself around them, be the one I used to be with them. Of course, I still hadn't forgotten what had gone down between us, though with the new perspective I had again, it no longer seemed as important. Yes, a part of me was hurt but I now knew that they hadn't kept things from me because they didn't care about me. It was because they had cared, they went about it the wrong way even so, while I couldn't understand the way they had gone about it, maybe I could to some small degree appreciate that fact that they had done it so they wouldn't risk losing me.

Finally, I forced myself to move towards them. I sat down at the end of the table, opposite Riccardo with Kingston at my left and Marshall at my right. I had to take a few steadying breaths, being surrounded by them was always heady especially when it had been so long since I had been in a room with them all present.

"How are you feeling, honey?" Riccardo asked in his smooth as silk and deep voice, just like the first time I had heard him talk, the sound of it enveloped me and made electricity buzz beneath my skin. His nickname for me felt more like a passionate caress and I shivered under the feel of it.

"I have been better," I replied, trying to stay as honest as I could until I couldn't any longer. He nodded as if that was to be expected.

you guys sent me, it was a really sweet

talked more than he had ever done with me but even knowing that he

is our pleasure, we have been idiots, especially myself and the least we can do is show you that you are on

blushed as I looked down at

agreed and I was shocked at

how shocked they were too. It seemed Kingston wasn't a hundred percent back to his silent self

of your guys to say." I stumbled over the words,

made up?" I asked, referring to the argument between Marshall and

too. That has caused a bit of rift between them as well. Marshall had been pissed but when I had talked to him, I had told him how hypocritical it was of him to not forgive his friends if he wanted me

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so on the end, there wasn't much of choice in

I had missed being with them even more than I had realized and that was satin a lot. Even when I was hurt, I had also carved their care because through it

something, we have something we need to say."

didn't mean he was more dominant than them or better than them in any ways. It just meant that, it was how their friendship worked best, with someone

to know that we care about you a lot, all of us do. You mean different things to each of us, and all of them are important." They watched me intently as I took in what he

we regret doing anything that hurts you but we also don't regret bringing you into our lives. I don't regret that." I held my breath as I soaked in his and the other's truth. "If I hadn't done what