MY Possessive Mafia Men

MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 162: You Are Always In Our Minds

Chapter 162: You Are Always In Our Minds Angelia

| have been in this room twice, first for the bdsm contract signing and second to eat dinner with Riccardo. There

wasn't much furniture aside from the table and chairs. Although, artistically black and white pictures of the bdsm

lifestyle hung on the walls, | knew they were tastefully done because they were in the sstyles as the

pictures in the downstairs hallway before entering the dungeon.

Not taking the tto appreciate the pictures, my gaze zeroed on Riccardo and Kingston. Meeting their gaze,

having their attention focused onwas like a slap of power, they both sat at the table, clearly having waited

for us. Riccardo's piercing eyes tookin as | did him, my heart aches as | took notice of the bags beneath his

eyes. | had a feeling these days hadn't been easy for him either, he usually looked so well rested, which was

surprising given how late he went to bed and how early he arose. He has his hair lazily styled, the slightly curled

ends of it reaching just below his ears. His sharp jaw held a five o'clock shadow, and | squeezed my thighs

together, knowing how the rough stubble felt against my inner thighs. He was wearing a black shirt with the

sleeves rolled up, showing his tan and muscular forearms. Gosh, he was devastatingly handsome, it almost hurt

looking at him.

Kingston was impossible to ignore with his almost ominous presence. He is a huge man, packed with muscles

and dressed in skillful ink. | hadn't gotten a good look at all of his tattoos, mostly because | had never gotten

more under his clothes than the ones encircling his neck and decorated his hands. It didn't surpriseto see his

square jaw clenched or the frown on his face. And it definitely didn't surprisethat his dark eyes were

narrowed and that he didn't show any emotions except anger in his expression. That was the Kingston | knew

and liked. The starting of a beard showed on his clenched jaw, it was just enough to notice and | found that it

suited him very much. Almost too much.

Marshall left my side to join them at the table, their collective stares felt like physical touches. | had to force

myself to breathe because they literally leftbreathless. | hated being in the room with them, but only

because | couldn't do any of the things | wanted. | wanted to greet them with my heart on my sleeve, | wanted to

talk honestly and not lie. It didn't feel good that | couldn't be myself around them, be the one | used to be with

them. Of course, | still hadn't forgotten what had gone down between us, though with the new perspective | had

again, it no longer seemed as important. Yes, a part ofwas hurt but | now knew that they hadn't kept things

frombecause they didn't care about me. It was because they had cared, they went about it the wrong way

even so, while | couldn't understand the way they had gone about it, maybe | could to ssmall degree

appreciate that fact that they had done it so they wouldn't risk losing me.

Finally, | forced myself to move towards them. | sat down at the end of the table, opposite Riccardo with Kingston

at my left and Marshall at my right. | had to take a few steadying breaths, being surrounded by them was always

heady especially when it had been so long since | had been in a room with them all present.

"How are you feeling, honey?" Riccardo asked in his smooth as silk and deep voice, just like the first t| had

heard him talk, the sound of it envelopedand made electricity buzz beneath my skin. His nicknfor me

felt more like a passionate caress and | shivered under the feel of it.

"I have been better," | replied, trying to stay as honest as | could until I couldn't any longer. He nodded as if that

was to be expected.

"Thank you for the gifts you guys sent me, it was a really sweet gesture.">

It really had been. Instead of sending expensive gifts that were not me, they had givensomething that

showed they cared. They had kept it simple but meaningful. Kingston grunted something while the other two

smiled at me. It seems like Kinston was back to his non-talkative self. When | had met him at the cafe two days

ago, he had talked more than he had ever done withbut even knowing that he could manage a long

conversation if he wished to, | wanted him at his most comfortable. | never wanted to push him more than he

could handle, so while he was his quiet self again, | didn't mind. Not that there would be much talking after

tonight anyway. The thought slashed through me, making my body stiffen.

"It is our pleasure, we have been idiots, especially myself and the least we can do is show you that you are on

our minds." Riccardo said ruefully.

"Because you are on our minds, constantly." He added. | blushed as I looked down at my lap, unsure what to say.

"He is right," Kingston agreed and | was shocked at his unusual participation.

| raised my head again, the look he got from both Riccardo and Marshall showed how shocked they were too. It

seemed Kingston wasn't a hundred percent back to his silent self after all.

"T.. that is kind of your guys to say." | stumbled over the words, feeling flustered.

"So how have you guys been? Have you made up?" | asked, referring to the argument between Marshall and the

other two.

They hadn't just kept the information about being a student at his university frombut from him too. That has

caused a bit of rift between them as well. Marshall had been pissed but when | had talked to him, | had told him

how hypocritical it was of him to not forgive his friends if he wantedto forgive them. "Yes, you were right in

what you said." Marshall admitted,

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"l also missed these fuckers, so on the end, there wasn't much of choice in forgiving them."

He didn't know it, but he spoke the words from my own heart. Because | missed my men so much and I didn't

have much choice in forgiving them either, my heart did it before | was aware it was done. The longer | was in

their company, the harder it was to start on why we were all here. | had missed being with them even more than

| had realized and that was satin a lot. Even when | was hurt, | had also carved their care because through it all,

it was their comfort | had wanted, just theirs. They soothed my soul in ways Andy never could, no matter how

much he tried. And he did try. Better to just rip it off like a band aid, | figured and opened my mouth to do just

that.

"Before you tell us something, we have something we need to say." Riccardo began, speaking for the group like

he usually did.

He was their unofficial leader, that didn't mean he was more dominant than them or better than them in any

ways. It just meant that, it was how their friendship worked best, with someone in the front taking charge with

the support of the other two.

"We fucked up, we know that and there is nothing we regret more than betraying your trust and hurting you. We

want you to know that we care about you a lot, all of us do. You mean different things to each of us, and all of

them are important." They watchedintently as I took in what he had to say, my eyes picked with tears but |

kept them at bay.

"For years, we searched for someone who would fit us, and we had stopped believin we would find someone until

you. So yes, we regret doing anything that hurts you but we also don't regret bringing you into our lives. | don't

regret that." | held my breath as | soaked in his and the other's truth. "If | hadn't done what | did, then we would

never have had these wonderful and mind blowing weeks together. We had a great tbefore this happened,

didn't we?"

I pinched the skin on my thigh, trying to keep myself from crying. Nodding, | agree in a weak whisper.

"We did." I mumbled.

"And we will always be thankful for it, and if you give us a chance, we can promise that we will rebuild your trust

in us and get back what we used to have."

| was officially broken, my heart broke as | listened to him, as | started dreaming alongside him of the future we

could have together but knowing it couldn't happen, at least not yet. Not until the unknown person was dealt

with. Each of them, even Kingston, watchedwith a hopeful expression and my heart broke further as | shook

my head at them.

"l..am....Il am sorry, but | can't."

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