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MY Possessive Mafia Men Chapter 155: What Should | Do Now?

Chapter 155: What Should | Do Now? Angelia

"Thank you for coming in, if your situation escalates. Please, don't hesitate to contact us again." The officer said

as he collected the picture | had shown him and promptly stuffed them back inside the envelope they had been

sent in before handing it back to me. All | could do was stare as | accepted the envelope and when he gestured

forto leave, | walked out dumbfounded and quietly. My mind was screaming as | left the station but I didn't

utter a word. That is what | get for going to the police station, thinking they wouldfeel safe. Thank you,

officer Rocco for absolutely shit. Acke

got outside, the sun hung high in the sky but that didn't makefeel any better. Whoever sentthese

pictures clearly showed that they didn't hide in the dark of the night. | shuddered as looked around to see if

anyone stood out, no one did. That didn't calm my nerves either, | worried at my lower lips as | scanned the

street. The sound of the city did little to drown out the he stre

sound in my head. Maybe only silence could suffocate the thought that plagued me.

'What can | do now? What is there to do?' | thought, not quite ready to walk away from the safety

of the precinct until | knew where | was going.

The words from the picture circled in the back of my mind, ever present as they had been since | had read them.

"They don't deserve you, | don't share. It would be a shto see them get hurt.' | understood what they were,

a warning and a threat.

This person, whoever it said they didn't share and if I...what? If | continued to see them, would they get hurt?

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That was the impression | had gotten, their faces scratched out was a clear indication of this person's intent. It

would be stup*ldn't be alone in this. | needed to tell them, | couldn't keep this from them either. They deserve*

to know someone was threatening them and | couldn't handle it alone. As much as Riccardo, Marshall and

Kingston had betrayed me, they were also the ones that madefeel safe which was a feeling | desperately

longed for at this moment. With hesitant steps, | made my decision. I turned left towards the sub-way instead of

going right which led back to Andy's apartment. The closest place from to get to one of them was the Riccardo

club. I debated texting him and telling him | was on my way but | decided against it. | could use the tto get

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tension. Just an hour ago, a whole other ray of emotion swirled inside me. | had been happy and elated and |

couldn't keep a smile from spreading across my lips. They had givengifts along with vastly different notes

than the ones on the back of the pictures. They had shownhow much they cared aboutand the betrayal |

had felt after finding out how much they had kept fromlessened. | wasn't entirely over their lies, lying by

omission was still lying but most of the hurt had shifted.

Before this happened, | believe | had decided on us. | had been ready to talk to them, to mend what was broken

and | still wanted that. Goodness, so much had happened in such a short amount of tand it was all making

that this issue would be fixed by coming here and that | wouldn't have to worry but | guess that wasn't in the

cards for me. Of course, that would have been too easy.

The sub-way wasn't that far, only a few blocks but it seemed like literally miles. Being out in the open like this

madetense and | felt vulnerable in a way | hadn't felt before even with my social anxiety. Before, my fright

had been imaginary and now, | wasn't so sure it was imaginary anymore. | didn't know how the officer thought |

would be able to ignore this, it was impossible. My mind spun tales of scenarios, the next worse than the other

and | couldn't seem to stop doing

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"For the f**k sake." | cursed in frustration, causing an elderly woman to glance atwith a look of distaste. |

hurried down the street, the faster | got to the club, the better.

| got to a pedestrian crossing when my phone buzzed for the first tand I ignored it, impatiently waiting for

the lights to turn green so | could cross the road. Another buzz went off and then a third one. It wasn't until | had

gotten to the other side of the road that I finally checked what the incoming message was about. As soon as |

saw an unknown number, my instincts screamed atto not open up the text but it didn't stopfrom clicking

in to read them.

‘Naughty, naughty... trying to get rid of me, are you? My dear, | am wounded."

My whole body went rigid as | read the first message. | looked up from my phone, once again scanning the street

but finding no one who gaveany kind of attention. Feeling like | was being watched, | hurriedly read the rest.

"Why are you down the junction instead of returning to your friend's house? For their sake, | hope you are not

visiting any particular friends of yours. | already told you, | don't share."

means the person that is textingis here somewhere, the thought caused a chill to run down my spine. | could

feel the adrenaline pumping into my veins as fear gripped me. This sick and twisted person had to be here

somewhere, following me. It was the only ng that made

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sense, how else would they have known when | was? The only comfort | found was the fact that he or she

couldn't do anything towhile | was out in public, surrounded by people, hopefully.

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'If | were you, | would turn around before anything happened to your boytoys."

The sane part of my mind, which | will admit wasn't a huge part since fear dominated the majority of my mind

and body, wanted to continue on my way to the Pleasure Palace. | knew logically that this wasn't something |

should be keeping quict, it was perhaps the last thing | should be done and yet, | was hesitating, unsure of the

length this person would go to ensure | was following the demands | had been given. With shaky fingers, | tapped

out my own message. 'And if | don't?" | sent it to the person, | needed to know what this person was capable of. It

didn't take long before | got a response back.

Good question, doesn't that professor of yours love teaching? It would be a shif the board of authorities

were to find out about his relationship with a student of his. He would probably never get a job in any school if

that were to cout.’

I sucked in a breath, envisioning how Marshall would react to never being able to work as a professor again. It

would quite possibly break him, | knew he planned on returning to teaching as soon as his sister got educated

and learned how to handle the company independently. Being a businessman had never been in the card for him

but teaching? That was his true passion. Could | let someone take that away from him?

As for the sex club owner, he is pretty dependent on the trust of his members, isn't he? What would have

happened if their names were leaked to the press? Would he be buried in legal charges, perhaps? He would for

sure lose his precious club, he would never regain their trust. My thoughts immediately turned to Pleasure

Palace's members, actors and actresses, known businessmen and politicians. While many found that having a

kink shouldn't be shameful, too many found it repulsive, mostly because of ignorance. If this got out and the

world got to know that their favorite actress or political figures were into, it could ruin their image and they in

turn would ruin Riccardo's. He prided himself in providing them with a secure and private club where they could

experience their kink in peace. | was sure they wouldn't let it stand if their activities got out and that it was

linked to Pleasure Palace. F***k, Riccardo lived for his job the sway Marshall did. Kingston, while he worked

a lot, | could tell his passion wasn't in it like theirs was.