MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 181: 1 Was Not Okay

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He perified his tone and moved more slowly toward me

*H you can put the bucket down*

skin.

I blinked and then blinked again like I was restraining my brain and waking up all at once. Adrenaline still buzzed beneath making me jittery. I didn't move to get out of the bucket, but I didn't need to. He was right there, grabbing it from me and placing it on the floor. As soon as his hands were free, he pulled me into his arms.

"Gosh, you are shaking." He commented softly.

"Come on, let's get you out of here." He didn't ask any questions as he guided me to the break room and collected my bag, throwing it over his shoulder. As soon as we left the café building, I relaxed a little. Not a lot, but some.

"Do we need to go to the police station?" He asked, looking at me with carefully hidden worry, but I noticed it all the same.

"No," I said, shaking my head vehemently.

"No police," I couldn't risk the policeman seeing me there again after he had warned me about keeping quiet. Besides, the police wouldn't

do shit.

He looked like he wanted to object, but I think he also saw my determination. If he wanted me to go down to the station, he would have to drag me there himself.

he didn't try to convince me. I didn't have

my apartment. Not

but I can

don't mind having

him out to buy some snacks for us so

I appreciated that he would wait until we got to his place. I needed a minute to collect my thoughts and calm down from the entire experience. Now that we had put some distance between us and the cafe, I felt myself mentally putting distance between what had happened to me there as well. I felt cold and empty in

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wwe haud riding things

him, it was a home lose

have but my

was okay, but

he did most of the talking. It felt nice just being able to listen to him, and it helped too. Hearing his voice, it made me feel like I was safe. We met

about to go to the store, Andy didn't specify what kinds

also seemed to notice something wrong because I had never heard his voice be so soft. I shook my "I

listen to her, she might eat anything, but if there isn't chocolate or ice cream, then she wouldn't enjoy

a movie to watch while I

are watching a movie?" I asked as

become our thing?" Andy joked, both in truth,

a truckload of movies together, it was our way to simply be in each other's

sci-fi or something dystopian?

will watch whatever

the backrest of the sofa, a new lampshade decorated the table lamp in the corner. There were more subtle changes too, like the fresh flowers in an old vas that was empty days ago and a book at the coffee table that I could guarantee wasn't his. He wasn't much of a reader. When he moved to the couch, I made a beeline past him, ensuring I got the best spot. It was on the far left and had a

seat next to me, his expression soon grew serious, and I knew he intended for us to have

comforting weight on me that distanced me further from the jarring event. He probably saw how little I wanted to talk about it, but I knew he wouldn't let this go. He was all about tough love when needed and didn't let me run

happened to the café,

sighed. Best to get