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,

buzzed in my pocket, cutting

have to take this, I said apologetically, sliding it out

out Marshall again, and I found him nodding towards me as if telling me to answer

asked, my voice came out shaky. The nerves are bleeding

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that boy?" The husky timbre of his voice caressed me through the phone, making me shiver in

boy?" He repeated when didn't respond, too caught up with the thought of

inside me, making me go from messed-up and depressed to having dirty

just asking if we could hang out." I

tell him?" He asked, his eyes cut to the boy in question as they darkened

couldn't."

he hasn't moved away from you." He noted with a good hint of

shitty excuse for why I couldn't, and he asked if I could postpone

was telling him all of this or why he was even asking. We were supposedly on a break.

give a fuck what you tell him as long

enraptured by

men jealous, probably a toxic trait, but I still found it strangely hot. He turned his head towards me, locking his eyes with mine. They didn't show signs of jealousy now, but the

You will always be ours, no matter how much

it. I swallowed,

""Is that so?"

need another reminder of who you belong to?" He asked,

heat.

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 anyone could overhear us. It

fucking right.

need for that," I said, surprised that my voice

that boy, you are busy." He emphasized the word boy, like it was an insult. Perfectly aware that I appreciate

watched to see that I followed through on his demands, because it

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