MY Possessive Mafia Men

MY Possessive Mafia Men Chapter 146: Is She Okay? Chapter 146: Is She Okay? Marshall

She was my student, Riccardo and Kingston she knew went to my school they didn't tell me. | wasn't talking to

my friends and Angelia wasn't talking to me, it was a mess all around and | was too much of a mess myself to do

anything about it. | had never been this angry with them before and | couldn't help but feel betrayed by them.

Strange to think that only yesterday morning, | had woken up with excitement humming underneath my skin and

been so ready for the day to start. Teaching was my passion and f*I had missed it these past could of months.

My first class teaching corporate finance had felt amazing, it was good to be back. If this would be my last

semester for a few years, | had plans to savor it, of course, needless to say, it all went downhill from there. The

second | saw her, my heart practically stopped beating and before I registered that she was actually there in my

class, all I could think about was how beautiful she beautiful she

looked. My beautiful baby girl but then, that moment was up and my heart started beating again, so ****g fast

that | almost thought | was having a heart attack. Usually, | could sense her the second she was nearby, it was

almost impossible not to when she outshined even the sun but this time. | had been too distracted to notice that

she was sitting only a couple of feet away from me. | had taken in her tense form and willed her to look up at me

but she wouldn't move her gaze from the notebook in front of front of her.

A second turned into two and then three until | had to force my focus to the girl behind her whose turn it was to

introduce herself. | couldn't concentrate on what any of the students were saying, my mind too tuned in to our

girl. When it was finally her turn to present herself to the class, | froze. Her eyes met mine as she stood up from

her seat and | had to quickly shut down my emotions or else the other people would see just how deeply | had

fallen for their fellow student. It broke a piece ofthat | had to pretend she meant nothing towhen in

reality, she meant the whole f***ng world to me. In a matter of weeks, she becmy most important person.

The absolutely worst part about yesterday, though, was the heartbreak clearly written across her face. | could

tell that her overactive mind was hard at work, she didn't even realize | had already fallen and there was no way

forto undo it now, not that | wanted to. It was crazy how well | had gotten to know her in such a short

amount of time. She was just so easy to read and | loved that about her. Most people, including me, hid behind

fake smiles or in Kingston's case, a very real scowl because showing our true feelings left us feeling vulnerable.

But Angelia, she hid nothing and in that class, | could read her every thought and emotions. | could read her

heartbreak and her resignation just like | had read her love and adoration two days back. She already thought we

were over and a part ofknew it was because she cared aboutenough to letgo and | couldn't let her

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Couldn't do anything to out her at ease. It had taken everything into not haul her into my arms and wipe

away her sad expression with kisses until her beautiful smile once again resurfaced.

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Then she spoke with a strong steady voice with her broken gaze and it made my breath hitch. | wanted to tell the

class to get the hell out of there so | could be alone with my girl. | had longed to hold her and tell her everything

would be okay because we would find a way to make it work. | loved being a professor but at the risk of losing

her, | had chosen to risk my job in a heartbeat. As the class went on, | didn't know what the hell | was doing. |

went on autopilot, my mind wasn't thinking about the other students or the material we would cover throughout

the course. No, my mind was focused entirely on the girl | couldn't even look at because my gaze would surely

soften It I did. it I did.

The kettle on the stove whistled, bringingout of my thoughts but only momentarily while | got my tea ready.

My eyes felt itchy and dry from lack of sleep and luckily, | didn't have any classes to lecture today because |

looked and felt like pure s*t. | was tired and | was hurt and | was f***ng pissed. Looking at my watch, I sighed like

I had done every five minutes, wondering how much twas enough to give her. | had told her | would be

waiting for her call but the call still hadn't cand | was afraid she would use that overactive brain of hers to

talk herself into leaving us. Again, | couldn't let that happen. How much was even time? | was getting sick with

worry just sitting around waiting for her. Part of being a dominant was knowing what your submissive needed

and sometimes we knew even better what they needed than they did themselves.

| had learned how her brain worked and we needed to talk things out before too much damage was done. So why

the hell was | simply just sitting here? | made my decision and grabbed my phone and the car keys and went

straight for the car. My phone rang just as | backed out of the driveway, one looked at the car stereo and | saw it

was Riccardo calling. | hit decline, f****ng idiots. Both of them. | had known them since college and never once

had they lied to me. Friends are the family we choose for ourselves, that was precisely what we had done. We

had chose each other, they were the ones | trusted the most and they ended up lettingthe f***k down. If

they had told this tobefore she had becmy student, we could have been more prepared for this.

Instead, it blindsided us. After | had called her yesterday, | went straight to Riccardo. He was our go-to guy if we

needed to talk s**t out. | figured | would just vent about the messy situation Angelia and | had found us in. What

| hadn't expected to happen was him and Kingston already knew she was a student at my school. He tried to

explain but fuck, | was so p*¥**ed his words didn't even register and yes, | might have called him a b****rd and |

might have regretted it the second it was out. These were the men who had my back for years and | had theirs

so to say | was hurt was an understatement. Kinston hadn't tried to find an excuse when | had called on him next

to tear him a new a****le. Instead, he had letyell, not even trying to defend his actions and that just made