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MY Possessive Mafia Men Chapter 145: I Love Her Chapter 145: I Love Her Riccardo

The second Marshall interrupted my meeting, it all had gone to hell. I had finally come clean and he didn't take it well. I mean, his best friends had basically lied to him, so he wouldn't be happy about it. I would have if I had been in his shoes. I tried to explain myself as best as I could to him but let's be honest, it was all a shitty excuse. I was too old to be using my issues as an excuse to

do whatever the hell I wanted.

He had left my office in anger and with our friendship hanging on a thin fucking thread, it hurts me even worse than living with the fact that my patents didn't want me. Like they say, friends were the family we chose for ourselves and they meant more to me than my parents ever did. For weeks, I had known keeping this from him, from both of them was wrong. He should have heard it from me the second I found out that Angelia was a student at this school. But I didn't, instead, I had swept it under the rug, hoping they wouldn't replace out about it until he finished his semester. How was I supposed to know she would be his student? If I had then I would have definitely told

them.

Angelia was his student, I really did fuck up on that one. My plan revolved around the fact that their paths wouldn't cross, damn I was one stupid fucker. As soon as he left, I tried calling her, desperate to make sure she was okay. She couldn't possibly have taken the news about Marshal being her professor well. For the short time I had known her, she wouldn't be okay with this. She, would be worried, probably more about Marshall and his job than herself. She didn't pick up, not the first time I called and not the twenty other times I had called since then. When that didn't work, I tried texting her, I hadn't heard from her once. Now, Marshall was pissed at me and Angelia wasn't answering any of my calls. This was what I had been afraid would happen.

I hadn't slept a wink since yesterday when I found out my mind wouldn't shut off and I had suffered one panic attack in the past. I thought I was over the attacks, I hadn't had one in years but it seems the risk of losing not one but two of the people I loved would do that to me. Kingston had contacted me a couple hours after Marshall showed up after he too had been yelled at by him. When he had found out about Marshall and Angelia, he had also tried calling her and she didn't answer him either. For once I had been the one at a loss for words while trying to figure out what we were going to do next. The truth was, there wasn't much we could do with Marshall until he had calmed down enough for us to have a real conversation with him. As for Angelia, first, we need to get a hold of her.

Not being able to sit still any longer, I decided to visit her instead of waiting around for her to call me back. If she wouldn't answer her phone, she might answer her door. The drive over to her place

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felt way longer than the half an hour it actually took. I was worried about her and I didn't like her shutting us out. We were supposed to take care of her and I thought by now, she would let us. My body was tense, thinking about her needing us and we weren't there. I thought back to the last conversation we had, I had been calling them to see if she was okay, though for another reason.

Parking close to the entrance, I found the extra key I had for the building from when I changed

the pressure balancing valve for her shower and had gotten some men to fix her leaking roof. The

idiot landlord hadn't asked for it back and I hadn't given it to him either.

I took the stairs two at a time until I got to her floor and walked to her door and knocked. "Honey, please open the door, it is me, Riccardo."

It only took a couple of seconds before the door was wrenched open with so much force that it struck the wall. Instead of seeing our sweet Angelia, I came face to face with her angry looking friend.

"You son of a bitch!' he cursed a split second before his fist connected with my nose and holy hell, that hurts.

When he went to hit me again, I blocked him like I would have done the first time if he hadn't taken me by surprise.

"What the hell, man?" I asked, pushing him from me so I could wipe away the nosebleed but it was of no use, more blood came.

Touching my nose, I winced. It throbbed like a motherfucker but at least it wasn't broken.

"Don't fucking man me! Stay away from Angelia." Andy didn't try to hit me again but I could tell he wanted to.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

Blood was dripping down onto the floor but I didn't give shit about that, no I needed to replace out what the hell he was talking about. His eyes narrowed and he looked slightly smug about making me bleed.

"I am talking about the fact that you guys hired a fucking private investigator to replace my girl and made her believe up a sponsorship to get her to your club." I was pale at his response.

"What the hell is wrong with you rich people? When has it ever been okay to use a private investigator to replace a girl? Never mind the fact that you lied to her from the start when she was supposed to be able to trust you. You were her dominants for the fuck's sake. She should have been able to trust you guys, isn't that what your lifestyle is all about?"

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For each word he spoke, he grew more pissed, he was livid by the time he was done. He was clearly waiting for a reply but I couldn't talk, my mind focused on his use of words. We were her dominants, weren't we still? "Well?" He prompted me but I didn't know what to say. He was completely right.

We hadn't been completely honest with her when we should have been and somehow, she had

found out about it, about what we did. We couldn't lose her, I couldn't lose her. My breathing grew strained, my airways constricting until it only allowed me a thin stream of oxygen. I could feel my

heart beat so fucking hard and fast that my chest hurt. His eyes grew almost alarmed as my panic

attack returned for the second time in a day. The thought of losing the woman I love, I couldn't bear it. The realization hit me, I fucking love her.

We made a mistake, I wanted to say that and we love her, I tried to tell him. We never meant to hurt her, I tried to tell him that but my tongue felt like lead and the words were stuck in my throat alongside the air I was choking on. Stumbling towards the hallway wall I leaned against it with my head bent down, trying desperately to fill my lungs with the oxygen it carved. "Should I call an ambulance?" Andy asked, suddenly worried about my health. It is almost ironic, given the fact that I was still bleeding from my nose because of him.

"No," I replied hoarsely.

"Well, you can't just stand there, get your ass inside."

I could feel him guiding me into her apartment and if I had hoped she was in here, I was sorely mistaken. He led me to the chair by her desk, I sat down second before my legs would have given out. I held my head down and tried to breathe. A long time ago, I had learned how to handle a

panic attack but I had long forgotten, too determined to let it stay in the past, a lot of good that

did me now. I could feel him return to my side, though I can't even remember if he had even left.

"You know, it might be easier if you tried a breathing technique."

Why he was trying to help me, I had no idea. Still when he mentioned using a breathing technique, it triggered a memory of me using it to help deal with one of these attacks. I took a deep breath at the count of one to three, filling my lungs on each count and holding it for a second before breathing out slowly. Each time, I breathed in longer and out slower. It felt like I was doing it for age but it was working so I kept it up until my heartbeat slowed and the tightness in my chest vanished and I could breathe easily again.

"There is a water bottle for you on her desk." He finally said after minutes of silence. Grateful, I

chugged off the water bottle.

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"Thanks."

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"Do you want to tell me what that was all about?" He was sitting over by her bed and a bag was placed beside him half full.

"Panic attack," I said, staring at the bag. Was he packing the bag for her? Where is she?

"Yes, I know that. What I meant was, why did you have one now?"

"Fear of abandonment."

It wasn't something I talked about but for some reason, I didn't mind Andy knowing about it. He had already seen me at my worst. He nodded slowly.

"I started having them when I was still a teenager." He said suddenly.

"My parents kicked me out for being a gay, I know all about how fear of others leaving you messes you up and how you might act differently because of it." Where was he going with this?

"Don't get me wrong, I do not condone you for hurting my girl and I won't help her forgive you. But...I am just saying in a messed up way, I get it. It is not healthy, not for you or anyone around you but I get it. Do you care about her? Because right now, she is sitting in my apartment alone and fucking heartsick because of you guys.

I closed my eyes as I thought about her hurt and alone, now it was my turn to nod.

"I love her." I admitted.

"Good, then you and your friends better fight for her. If you won't, then you damn well don't deserve her. Now get the hell out of here, I have to pack her things."

With that, I left, feeling both better and worse after a conversation with Andy.

'You and your friend better fight for her.' determination filled me as I walked back to my car. That was exactly what we were going to do.