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My possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 180: I Was Terrified

Chapter 180: I Was Terrified Angelia

It took time to get myself ready, while the change into the hideous uniform for my work was quick, steeling myself to walk back out of the building was what took time. I had to get my emotions in check and get out of my head enough to be aware of my surroundings while outside. It was no small feat that I managed to do it, especially when the princess dress had messed me up so badly.

With the itchy underskirt of the uniform and self-defense tools in my hand, I got to the cafe forty minutes later than I should have been. Still, I was proud I even showed up at all. I stiffened at the entrance of the cafe, already regretting my choice to come here. Today, I had been expecting to work with Clara, who I had shared a shift with a few times before but instead I was faced with the one person I had hoped to avoid. Ben was standing behind the counter, his heavily disproportionate lips pressed in a hard line, making the upper lip practically non-existent in his anger.

Watching his eyes narrow as he looked at me, I was thrown back to the last time I had worked with him. That time, Riccardo had been the one to drop me off at the cafe, and that in itself had made him seem a bit unhinged. But it was the imagery of Ben watching from the window as Marshall picked me up that had burned itself inside my mind. I would never forget how angry he had looked at them, how his eyes had seared into mine before we drove off. It was the same look he was giving me now. I shivered. Ben has asked me out on multiple occasions in the past, each time I had politely said no. While he had never stopped asking, he didn't push too much to make me uncomfortable. Now, though he probably thought that me not satin had been an excuse, even though it hadn't been at the time. Before my men, I hadn't planned on dating anyone. What happened with me and them were never planned, it just sort of happened, but I didn't think Ben would look at it that way.

"It was about damn time." He said when I got closer, he was quiet enough for the customer not to overhear.

"Sorry, I had something important to do that couldn't wait." I lied.

"Or you just wanted to get paid without doing your damn job." He muttered under his breath.

poke him while he was already angry. Instead, I left for the break room to drop off my things. The only tactic that worked when being around Ben was ignoring him and going about my day, unless he demanded attention. Then I had to tread carefully. The first part of the shift went okay, I could still feel his eyes on me, but the customers distracted me enough for me to be able to ignore his attention. But no matter how distracted I was, I tensed each time I returned to the counter to pick up food and drinks, my skin crawled being so close to him. It was exhausting being constantly on guard with a colleague, Ben had always been the type that I was careful around but the tension between us had only skyrocketed the day he

watched him walk out the door, leaving Ben and me alone. My shoulders tensed ij the silence that pursued, knowing it wouldn't be long until he opened his

see one of your boyfriends drop you off this time." He commented in a tone that was anything but friendly

we weren't in a relationship but I stopped myself, not knowing if it was wise to admit that I wasn't with them anymore. With how strange he was acting, what would he do if he knew the guys weren't in the picture? "They were busy." I replied, walking with quick steps to collect the cleaning

he hummed in a

long? They will be on to the next best thing as soon as they are tired of you." He said, Intent

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in. Thoughts I often tried to suppress forced their way into my mind. Was I really good enough for them? I had never managed to hold one giry's interest enough to

say that, I vividly remember asking me out, not once

it was too late. I could see in my peripheral vision that his face was already turning a dangerous tint of red. Be laughed darkly

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drenched in negativity. It was used as an insult instead of a natural description, it stung. I wasn't thick-skinned, and I didn't handle mean words as well as I probably should have. Although, I couldn't

out what bony men are like in bed. Otherwise, you might have gotten your

him up, I might have taken it a tiny bit

a tone

stepped inside the small supply closet, effectively barring the only way