MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 163

Chapter 164: We

Need To Get Her Back

Chapter 165: We Need To Get Her Back

Riccardo

"I am available whenever, I know what I am leaning towards, so if Kingston agrees with me, then it is two against one. Just saying." Marshall muttered.

That was actually comforting to know, this time, I couldn't be the one making the decision, because if it backfired again, then I wouldn't have to shoulder that burden a second time. "Fair enough." I stood up from my seat.

"I am going back to my office to make a drink, do you want some?" I asked.

"I am good, I actually need to get going. I want to send Angelia my notes from class as soon as possible so she can catch up before Monday."

"Will she be back at school on Monday?" I asked, my eyebrows raised.

"How will that go?" He grimaced.

"It will probably be emotional torture." He sighed.

"You are not the only one falling for her, you know. I am pretty sure Kingston is too but fuck if he will ever admit to it."

will the of

"Oh, I know. It is impossible not to miss the googly eyes you make at her." I chuckled, but it tapered off as I thought about our situation.

We can't lose her.

though. He will never admit anything to us but maybe, in time, he will open up to her about it. If

much he has changed since

she is healing him without her even knowing she was doing it. Of course, the change might be minuscule, but it is definitely

with Kingston. He talked more around her, he cooked more for other people than himself and I had even seen the beginning of a smile

to get her

that without pushing her further

after you have talked to Kingston." He

go of the little strength I had left in my body. I was so god-damned tired, there nights without much sleep to go on would do that to you. For the most part, I could get away with minimal rest, but when it was only a couple

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and coke, I slumped onto my couch. My office was simple in design, the dark oak that was a recurrence at the club was also found here with an oak desk, table, private bar and a floor-to-ceiling shelving system. I had a comfortable seating area, along with the standard desk space.

was my home, it was where I usually wanted to spend my time, being productive and making sure everything ran smoothly. Before Angelia, this was the place where I wanted to be, but now, the tasks I did felt almost empty. The success of the hard work I did wasn't enough to get dark rewards anymore, going home to a dark apartment wasn't a reward, waking up alone wasn't a reward and eating breakfast alone wasn't a reward. It was starting to feel like a hollow life, I had begun to feel the same before her but it stood out to me even more clearly now that

calling this late? Are you okay?" I sounded ragged even to my ears and my grandma quickly

are you

I needed to talk, I would have found the

don't know how to

from her, not even about what kind of business

a girl?" She

"Yes, an important girl."

your

was unsure, but because it was a big deal to share with her. She knew exactly what it would mean. Honey bunny was a common nickname, but in our family, it was used as a special endearment meant for a special

I screwed

is your bunny, you will work things out. I have

really hope so." I said as I

"How is grandpa doing?"

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