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.

anything to us but maybe, in time, he will open up to her about it. If he gets the

changed since

it. Of course, the

people than himself and I had even seen the beginning of a smile on his face. Kingston and smile

need to get her

her further away."

want to meet tomorrow after

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

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that was a recurrence at the club was also found here with an oak desk, table,

my office, I just knew it was a lot. This building 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

I sounded ragged even to my ears and my grandma quickly picked

I should call you. How are you doing, my precious?" Her voice

needed to talk, I would have found the notion almost creepy

I don't know how to fix it."

about what kind of business Iran. They

this about a girl?"

"Yes, an important girl."

your

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 someone. The one you would want to spend

I screwed everything

work things out. I have faith

I said as I

"How is grandpa doing?"

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