MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 188

Chapter 188: This Could Have Been Me

Angelia

"Hi, Angelia." Godwin ran to catch up with me, unaware that I had sped up because I didn't want him to.

He looked like a schoolboy, with his hands gripping the reins of his backpack.

"Oh! Hi, Godwin." I pretended I had only just seen him.

"Where are you doing in such a hurry?" He asked, following me outside, I could sense his eyes on my face, probably taking in the circles underneath my eyes.

"I have a bus to catch." I lied.

I didn't really care if I got on this bus or the next one or the next one after that. My stomach clenched at the thought of being alone. However, I didn't want to be with anyone either. Scratch that, I didn't, but with only three people in particular. He nodded, seemingly disappointed.

"So, what are your plans for today?"

My mind went blank as I tried to find some kind of excuse because I felt he was going somewhere with that question.

"Laundry," I blurted.

"Laundry?" He repeated. I nodded vehemently, my cheeks reddening.

"Yes, I have so many dirty clothes to wash. I am down to my last panties." He chuckled.

"Yes, that does sound important. But can it be postponed an hour or two? I figured we could grab a coffee or something."

My lips parted to speak, but I froze as my eyes drifted to the left. Marshall was leaning against the building off to the side with his phone to his ear. Yet, his eyes were locked on Godwin and me, clearly more focused on us than on his conversation. I could see him say something before hanging up, giving me his undivided attention. Something inside me burst to life at the sight of him, my skin buzzed with the pleasure of being in his near proximity. His presence was a unique sort of happy pill that made me feel a little less shitty and a lot more like myself again.

He was a cure, a salvation, yet I denied myself the opportunity to feel like this every day. All in the name of love, I was a cliché and the worst kind at that. His eyes darkened when they swung to Godwin, and the hand holding his phone whitened before I felt someone touch. my shoulder to get my attention.

asked when I returned my gaze to him. Gosh, why did he have to

phone buzzed in my pocket, cutting

said apologetically, sliding it out of

astronomically. I immediately sought out Marshall again, and I found him nodding towards me as if telling me to answer the phone. Creating a little

out shaky.

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you doing with that boy?" The husky timbre of his voice caressed me through the phone, making me shiver in sinful delight. It was a voice designed for the bedroom and all

with that boy?" He repeated when didn't respond, too

could really flip a switch inside me, making me go from messed-up and depressed to having dirty thoughts and

was just asking if we could hang out." I said in a soft tone,

tell him?" He asked, his eyes cut to the boy

I couldn't." I

you." He noted with a good hint

he asked if

supposedly on a break. His eyes narrowed and if

you tell him as long

enraptured by his

a toxic trait, but I still found it strangely hot. He turned his head towards me,

be ours, no matter how much

ever deny it. I swallowed,

""Is that so?"

Do you need another reminder of who you belong to?" He asked, licking his lower

heat.

remembering clearly what he was referring to. When I had told him that I had plans to go out with Andy and his boyfriend, And James thought I was single and wanted to match me with Kent. Marshall didn't take it lightly and had instead reminded me that I was theirs. This felt wrong, speaking like this to the professor while

fucking right.

that," I said, surprised that my voice came

could have had you screaming my name in ten minutes tops. Run along then and tell that boy, you are busy." He emphasized the word boy, like it

followed through on his demands, because

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