MY Possessive Mafia Men

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

Chapter 155: What Should I 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 I had shown him and promptly stuffed them back inside the envelope they had been sent in before handing it back to me. All I could do was stare as I accepted the envelope and when he gestured for me to leave, I walked out dumbfounded and quietly. My mind was screaming as I left the station but I didn't utter a word. That is what I get for going to the police station, thinking they would me feel safe. Thank you, officer Rocco for absolutely shit. Acke

got outside, the sun hung high in the sky but that didn't make me feel any better. Whoever sent me these pictures clearly showed that they didn't hide in the dark of the night. I shuddered as looked around to see if anyone stood out, no one did. That didn't calm my nerves either, I worried at my lower lips as I 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 I do now? What is there to do?' I thought, not quite ready to walk away from the safetyOriginal content from NôvelDrama.Org.

of the precinct until I knew where I was going.

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

"They don't deserve you, I don't share. It would be a shame to see them get hurt.' I understood what they were, a warning and a threat.

This person, whoever it said they didn't share and if I...what? If I continued to see them, would they get hurt? That was the impression I 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. I needed to tell them, I couldn't keep this from them either. They deserve* to know someone was threatening them and I couldn't handle it alone. As much as Riccardo, Marshall and Kingston had betrayed me, they were also the ones that made me feel safe which was a feeling I desperately longed for at this moment. With hesitant steps, I 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 I was on my way but I decided against it. I could use the time to get my head straight. My walk was stiff and my body was vibrating with 1/4 Chapter 155: What Should I Do Now?

tension. Just an hour ago, a whole other ray of emotion swirled inside me. I had been happy and elated and I couldn't keep a smile from spreading across my lips. They had given me gifts along with vastly different notes than the ones on the back of the pictures. They had shown me how much they cared about me and the betrayal I had felt after finding out how much they had kept from me lessened. I wasn't entirely over their lies, lying by omission was still lying but most of the hurt had shifted.

Before this happened, I believe I had decided on us. I had been ready to talk to them, to mend what was broken and I still wanted that. Goodness, so much had happened in such a short amount of time and it was all making me dizzy. Frankly, I couldn't think straight, especially not after being denied help from the police. I had thought that this issue would be fixed by coming here and that I wouldn't have to worry but I 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 made me tense and I felt vulnerable in a way I hadn't felt before even with my social anxiety. Before, my fright had been imaginary and now, I wasn't so sure it was imaginary anymore. I didn't know how the officer thought I would be able to ignore this, it was impossible. My mind spun tales of scenarios, the next worse than the other and I couldn't seem to stop doing

it.

"For the f**k sake." I cursed in frustration, causing an elderly woman to glance at me with a look of distaste. I hurried down the street, the faster I got to the club, the better.

I got to a pedestrian crossing when my phone buzzed for the first time and I ignored it, impatiently waiting for the lights to turn green so I could cross the road. Another buzz went off and then a third one. It wasn't until I had gotten to the other side of the road that I finally checked what the incoming message was about. As soon as I saw an unknown number, my instincts screamed at me to not open up the text but it didn't stop me from clicking in to read them.

'Naughty, naughty.... trying to get rid of me, are you? My dear, I am wounded.'

My whole body went rigid as I read the first message. I looked up from my phone, once again scanning the street but finding no one who gave me any kind of attention. Feeling like I was being watched, I hurriedly read the rest.

"Why are you down the junction instead of returning to your friend's house? For their sake, I hope you are not visiting any particular friends of yours. I already told you, I don't share.'

means the person that is texting me is here somewhere, the thought caused a chill to run down my spine. I 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 I was? The only comfort I found was the fact that he or she couldn't do anything to me while I was out in public, surrounded by people, hopefully.

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

The sane part of my mind, which I 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. I knew logically that this wasn't something I should be keeping quict, it was perhaps the last thing I should be done and yet, I was hesitating, unsure of the length this person would go to ensure I was following the demands I had been given. With shaky fingers, I tapped out my own message. 'And if I don't?' I sent it to the person, I needed to know what this person was capable of. It didn't take long before I got a response back.

Good question, doesn't that professor of yours love teaching? It would be a shame if 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 come out.'

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, I 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 I 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. I 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 same way Marshall did. Kingston, while he worked a lot, I could tell his passion wasn't in it like theirs was.