MY Possessive Mafia Men

MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 190: Come Home With Me

Chapter 190: Come Home With Me Angelia

I had never thought there would come a time when I would feel sympathy for my asshole colleague, but it was hard not to. No one deserved to be tortured like that, and it was torture, no doubt about it He was delusional, thinking that he protected me by almost beating a guy to death. And what had he meant by not letting Riccardo Kingston and Marshall cause me pain again? Did he mentally, like when they had withheld important information from me? Or did he mean physically? Was he aware of our arrangement and what we had done in the bedroom? What he said was imprinted on my mind.

I will take care of you, I am taking care of you and I hope you can one day see that everything I am doing is for your own good.' It was scary how far gone he was. There was no sane thing about what he had said, and it frightened me. It frightened me a lot. 'He couldn't get away with this,' I thought decisively.

I couldn't let him get away with this, and finally, I had obtained proof that this wasn't merely a prank but something far more serious. The police had to believe me now. After all, they only stepped in after the fact and this was most considered that. With more determination than I had shown since the picture arrived, I staggered up on two feet and returned to my bed. The phone looked innocent on my comforter, but it had suddenly become the answer to all my prayers. I had tears of relief in my eyes as I unlocked the screen. The only thing I regretted was that it had to come to this before I was able to do anything about him. Clicking myself back to the text, I blinked. This can't be

'No, no, no. This couldn't be right.'

The video was gone, completely erased from the text with no traces to be seen. My hand tightened around my phone, my eyes staring yet not seeing anything. And there left my hope of ever receiving help. I knew then that I couldn't let this keep happening. If I was going to smoke him out, I had to do it, doubting now that he could deliver on his threats and I needed him to find before he would follow through

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I was getting ready for school when my intercom buzzed. It was a sound that my body immediately recognized and part dread and part excitement hummed beneath my skin. My men usually sent me gifts via delivery, but my stalker was also known to send stuff through delivery from time to time too. My mind turned to what I had gotten from him last time and I shuddered. Taking a deep breath, I let the scent of my apartment ground me. The entire place smelled of plants, since apparently Marshall had taken a note from Riccardo's book and contacted Andy for help. And he in turn had let Marshall know how much I adored anything green. I now had four gorgeous plants fitted around my tiny place, along with pots for each of them. They made my shitty apartment feel livelier and the scent helped calm me, which I desperately needed.

The only reason I hadn't gotten any of myself since I moved in was because it was an expense I hadn't prioritized as a broken student. It turned out, houseplants were actually expensive. Kingston, true to his love of language, aka cooking and food, surprised me several times with either breakfast or dinner from fancy restaurants and cafés. I don't even know how he managed to get the restaurant to which didn't usually provide takeout to deliver. He is impossible. The food was always good, but it didn't hold a candle to his cooking. Gosh, I longed for his food and him too. And definitely the other two as well.

These past seven days, I had gotten a unicorn toy, a children's book and a doll from the stalker. It was alarming, the things he got me. All of them followed with a note saying, happy two years, happy three years, and happy four years. None of them make sense, the years didn't clue me in to his intentions for the present. I had dropped each of them in the trash, and they were probably now in some landfill. Granted, I had considered donating them, but I was afraid that would anger him and maybe bring his attention to other innocents. Answering the intercom, I got the expected message that someone had something to deliver to me. My muscles tensed, and the only thing that helped the overwhelming anxiety was the fact that the delivery person was a woman. I didn't think I would be able to go downstairs if it had been an unknown man waiting for me. Considering, I had no idea who my stalker actually was, aside from him being a man. I didn't know if he knew me intimately or if it was a stranger I had passed on the street. And the thought that I might have been close to this creep made my skin crawl. My smile was strained as I saw the woman at the door, and it dropped off my lips completely when I saw the package in her hand. A white fucking box. I knew with certainty that the fight of those packages, specifically white boxes, would follow

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me king after It ended.

"It is fragile, so you should be careful with it." She said as I signed off the delivery.

"Sure thing." I replied, still unable to smile.

"Thank you, have a good day," I added.

I heard the reply 'you too just before I closed the door on her. It was fide of me, but it seemed my politeness was hanging by a thin thread along with my sanity and mental health. I just didn't have the energy anymore for fake smiles and unnecessary words exchange with strangers. Yes, things were definitely changing, including me. Back upstairs, I opened the top kid hesitantly, and it took a moment to realize what I was staring at, too busy mentally preparing myself for another horror to actually register the glass plaque nestled inside the box. It looked like you had seen the current Spotify playlist you were listening to on your phone with song title, artist and the pause and play button. My eyes stung and a soft smile teased my lips as I lifted the plaque and read the engraved gold text. 'Come home with me.

The song made it obvious who it was from, I didn't even need to read the note I saw attached inside the box. After all, Riccardo had been the one who had given me my first dance and this was the song we had danced too. My heart squeezed painfully as my mind carried me away to a memory that was so sweet, it felt like more of a dream than anything. The first official date, dinner and sharing dessert. He opened up about his childhood, the sound of the song filling the room and Riccardo walking up to me, offering me his hand. 'What are you doing?' I asked, looking at him with wide eyes.

Angelia, will you give me the pleasure of dancing with you?' he smiled warmly down at me. It was rare when either one of them used my name, but when they did, it made my heart thump loudly in my chest.

Hesitantly, I accepted his hand, and he helped me up from the couch.

'I have never done this before.' I admitted with a blush.

'You will be fine, just relax and let me lead.' he whispered against my ear, his lips tickling my skin and I shivered in his arms.

Riccardo guided my hands around his neck while he placed his around my waist, holding me tightly against him.

'See, this isn't so hard.' He said as we started moving gently to the slow music.

It was a bittersweet memory, sweet because it was at a time when I had never been more genuinely happy and bitter because of the distance that was between us now. The song tilt and artist name had a weird placement further down on the plaque; leaving too much space on the plaque, but I didn't do anything about it until I opened the note that follows with the gift.

'My sweet Bunny, this gift will be more personal than the others, and I hope that is okay. I don't want to push for too much, but I felt the need to show you that I do care about you, and that.I truly appreciate and value the time we spent together. This plaque symbolizes my favorite time with you. It was never the sex which was out of this world fantastic, mind you, that I value the most. But simply being with you and getting to know you. I am leaving the space above the title empty, so we can hopefully fill it later with a picture of us together. Yours forever idiot, Riccardo.'

Great, I was officially crying again. I was off my period long ago, but I was still an emotional wreck. I don't need much these days for my eyes to spill. Getting presents was getting harder for me to deal with. It felt like my emotions were on a seat on a rollercoaster. Two feelings were warring against each other, because I never knew who I would receive from. I felt sick one moment, feeling so scared that my stomach clenched and ached. The next moment, I felt warmth, like being embraced in a warm hug. But each time my heart wanted to be happy, it took far more to kindle that joy that it had done last time. When you braced yourself for something, not knowing which outcome it would be. It did something to you. Of course, I wanted to be happy, I wanted to bathe in all the joy I could get my hands on, but it wasn't that simple. I was always scared when I got a package, and it wasn't until afterward that I opened it and realized that it was from my men that some of that happiness reached me. But for each package, for each time I opened one, and it was from my stalker, the fear grew stronger and more prominent, overshadowing the joy.

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For me, fear was the easiest emotion to feel. It was something that followed me and stood like an unwelcome guest. Fear was in my mind, living and breathing down my neck, something I could effortlessly bring up to the surface with just a thought. Happiness, though, dissipated eventually. To feel long-lasting happiness, I needed to refill it when it ran low, as if I was chasing that feeling. Mentally pushing away the dark clouds inside my mind, I placed the beautiful glass plaque on my nightstand. Although I would never choose a favorite gift I had gotten from them, this one was truly perfect because it was a piece of a memory that I hold dear. I picked up my phone and wrote Riccardo a message.

"The plaque was gorgeous. Thank you, that night with you meant a lot to me, and it was nice having a reminder of it!

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I felt alien not using the heart emojis I was so fan of, but I thought it was for the best that I didn't confuse them with my intention. With a quick look at the time, I gathered my things and went off to school, but not before I made sure both my cameras were working, and my apartment was locked up tightly.

Butterflies in my stomach signaled which day it was or, more correctly, which classes I had. These past weeks, school had become a chore, but if there was something I looked forward to, it was being near him, Near Marshall. Whenever I had a class with him, I had problems concentrating on the subject he was trying to teach us. Don't get me wrong, he was an amazing teacher, but that strong, confident voice of his only made it harder for me to focus on learning.

My mind is too busy thinking about something else.