MY Possessive Mafia Men novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189: I Was Jealous 

Chapter 189: I Was jealous 

Angella 

The man remained oblivious, even with the stalker practically whittling right by his ear. Either the man must have been completely stu faced of in the men’s world, they didn’t have to worry like ut women did when they were alone outside at night. If that load happened to me, I would have either run like hell or turned around with my pepper pray. I certainly wouldn’t have ignored it. 

They turned left, he was walking so close behind him that he was practically breathing down the man’s neck. How didn’t the man notice? When they drew near an alley, he made his move. With a hard push, he threw the man towards the dark alley, making him fall to his 

stomach. 

“Hey, what the hell, man!” The man’s startled and slurring voice made me stiffen. A sharp gasp slipped out of me, 

My hand covered my mouth in shock, immediately recognizing the voice. It wasn’t hard not to when only yesterday he had speed hateful words towards me. A second later, the man started getting up, his face turned towards him and the camera, confirming what I already knew. Ben had a dazed look in his eyes, hinting that he had taken more than one bottle of alcohol. He had gotten a light scratch on his cheek from being pushed onto the pavement. He didn’t let him get up, though. Instead, he used his foot to shove him onto his back. 

“A little bird told me you like to prey on defenseless women.” The mechanically distorted voice assaulted my ears and I was almost 

stunned when my ears didn’t start to bleed. 

“Do you feel manly bullying them? Do you feel better about yourself for hurting my sweetheart?” 

“Look, psycho. I don’t know what you are talking about or who the fuck your sweetheart is.” Ben grunted, trying once again to lift himself up but he stepped on his chest, keeping him down. 

“Don’t you? Does this ring a bell?” He pulled up his phone and leaned down to show Ben something on the screen. 

‘I just wanted to know what all the talk is about fat girls in bed. Are you guys really as wild as people say? The sound of Ben’s hateful 

words spilled out of his phone 

It was just loud enough to make out the words Ben had spoken to me yesterday. My heart pounded in my chest while every muscle in my body tensed. All I could think of was how the hell did he get the audio from the café? It didn’t make sense, none of it did. We had a couple of security cameras in the cafe, but they were pointed at the entrance and the counter. None were in the supply closet. 

The audio kept playing, reminding me again of what Ben had said. I didn’t feel the same shame and insecurities do the words now as I had done then. All I felt was pure unadulterated dear, he was clearly more adept than I had given him credit for. 

“I..I didn’t mean it, okay?” Ben whimpered, and with a closer look at the video. I could see him putting more pressure in his chest. 

“I was jealous, I have asked her to go out with me for years, and now she has found two other men that are suddenly good enough for 

her?” 

I could even hear the slight bite in Ben’s tone when he said it and so could he. 

“Shut the fuck up. He hissed, still with the distorted effect in place. 

“I don’t want an excuse, she deserves more than your excuses.” 

“I will do whatever you want, please. I will apologize to her or I could stay away from her. She never has to see me again.” Ben begged, his voice wheezing from the pressure on his chest. 

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Chapter 189: I Was Jealous 

“You will do whatever I want, you say?” He sounded almost thoughtful he removed the foot from his rib cage, 

“Y..yes, anything.” The dark chuckle that came from him after his answer was enough to make me sick. I had a bad feeling about this. 

“Then, you will have to accept the consequences of how you talked to my sweetheart.” He slipped the phone out of view. 

“And remember, you asked for this..” 

The first kick was fast and unsuspected, hitting Ben right in the ribs.The pain gasp from Ben was heart–wrenching soft, as if he couldn’t manage to make a louder sound. The first kick was followed by another and another, and another. They kept going, the next more painful than the last. I didn’t want to watch this, yet, I was frozen. Unable to throw the phone as far away from me as I could. Blood painted the pavement beneath Ben while he lay there, unable to defend himself against the brutal attack. When he started on his face, I finally managed to close my eyes, forcing myself to not see the grotesque way he was beating him to a pulp. But while I could block out the sight, I couldn’t stop myself from hearing the sound of cracking bones and broken groans. The sound were worse than anything I had ever heard before. It wasn’t a horror movie or a drunken fight between guys, this was real and brutal. Each blow, each kick and gasp made me flinch.