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MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 188: This Could Have Been Me

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.

“What do you say?” Godwin asked when I returned my gaze to him. Gosh, why did he have to look so hopeful?

“Well, I…” my phone buzzed in my pocket, cutting me off from responding.

“I have to take this, I said apologetically, sliding it out of my pocket.

One look at the screen, and I stiffened as my eyes widened 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 distance from Godwin, so he wouldn’t overhear the conversation, I accepted the call.

“Yes?” I asked, my voice came out shaky. The nerves are bleeding into

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Chapter 188: This Could Have Been Me

What are 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 the naughty talk that happened there.

“Angelia, I asked, what are you doing with that boy?” He repeated when didn’t respond, too caught up with the thought of him and me In the bedroom.

Gosh, these men could really flip a switch inside me, making me go from messed–up and depressed to having dirty thoughts and a hammering heart.

“N.. nothing, he was just asking if we could hang out.” I said in a soft tone, making sure Godwin didn’t hear anything.

“And what did you tell him?” He asked, his eyes cut to the boy in question as they darkened further.

“That I couldn’t.” I answered honestly.

“And yet, he hasn’t moved away from you.” He noted with a good hint of distaste.

“I gave him a shitty excuse for why I couldn’t, and he asked if I could postpone my errands for a little while.”

I didn’t know why I was telling him all of this or why he was even asking. We were supposedly on a break. His eyes narrowed and if looks could kill, Godwin would already have been on the ground by now.

“I don’t give a fuck what you tell him as long as he gets the message.”

“Why?” I breathed, enraptured by his fire.

It seemed I like my 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 darkness was still there.

“You know why, baby girl. You will always be ours, no matter how much you try to deny it.”

As if I could ever deny it. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dried.

“Is that so?”

“It is definitely so. Do you need another reminder of who you belong to?” He asked, licking his lower lip as he stared at me with intense

heat.

My thighs clenched, 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 anyone could overhear us. It felt wrong, but it also felt so

fucking right.

“There is no need for that,” I said, surprised that my voice came out steady.

“Too bad, baby girl. I 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 was an insult. Perfectly aware that I appreciate men more.

He hung up but still watched to see that I followed through on his demands, because it had been a demand.

“So?” Godwin asked when I walked towards him.

“Sorry, but I can’t hang out today. I need to help a friend out with something.” I lied, feeling like shit for doing so when his smile fell. But he was quick to hide his disappointment.

“Another time, then.” I nodded.

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“Yes, another time.”

Marshall looked satisfied as I walked away. What a demanding and loveable jerk. It was only when I walked down the street and caught my reflection in one of the windows that I cringed. Goodness, I had forgotten for a brief second how shitty I looked, and Marshall had seen me like that. This is great. My phone buzzed in my pocket, indicating a text message, floping Marshall had something more to say, I was quick to check. It wasn’t Marshall, though. It was him.

‘Naughty, naughty. Here I was, doing you a favor and you blocked me?

Another text ticked in, but this time, it was a video. I didn’t want to play it, I already knew it wouldn’t be something I would like. The phone buzzed again.

‘You should thank me, my sweetheart. I am looking out for you.’

But I will play the video because my mind won’t rest until then. I just hoped my mind envisioned worse things than what would actually be shown when I pressed play.

I waited until I got home, wanting to distance myself from anyone before playing the stupid video. I didn’t know what it would show, and I didn’t need anyone witnessing my distress, especially him. I wasn’t about to give him more ammunition in the form of knowing he was affecting me. The video started on a dark street, and it took me a moment before I recognized the building just a couple of blocks from my apartment. It was quiet, the only thing I could hear was his footsteps as he walked with a casual sort of purpose. I couldn’t see him, I could only see what was right in front of me, and I wondered if he was using one of those GoPros because the camera angle was way too high for someone to be holding it.

shuddered when I realized he was following someone. In the darkness, I could barely make out a man walking further up the street, unaware that he was being followed by a monster. The man staggered slightly when he turned right, down another road. He was walking with a terrifying calmness and I dreaded to see what would happen when he inevitably caught up with the man. Then a chilling sound filled my ears as he started whistling and another shudder ran through my body. Simply by watching the video, my body went into fight or flight mode, as if I saw one being followed in a dark street at night.

“This could have been me. Fuck, this probably had been me.” I thought, thinking back to the time when my stalker had managed to photograph me while I had remained oblivious to it or the time he had texted when I had been on my way to see my men after I had been at the police station. It was unnerving and horrific to even think about. He was starting to get closer to the guy now, the whistling grew louder by the second, as if he wanted the man to know someone was behind him.