MY Possessive Mafia Men novel Chapter 188

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.