MY Possessive Mafia Men

MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 8: She Is Driving Me Nuts Chapter 8: She Is Driving Me Nuts

Riccardo

My silver Porsche was one of the few cars parked at the lobby. Not many of my members liked to bring their cars to the club because they didn't want to be recognized. I had so many influential people as members, actresses, actors, hotshot lawyers and successful business owners. When Adanna forgot to make Angelin write a confidential agreement, I wasn't just pi****d because I wanted to get her information details, it was also because of who I had to protect. If the list of members ever got out to the public, I am done for and no amount of money could ever fix my reputation if that happened. My apartment was dark when I got home, another reminder that I was alone, always f****g alone. I always envisioned what it would be like coming home to a lit apartment, home cooked meals, a movie to relax if it wasn't too late at night and a wet p****sy to keep my d***k warm. Thad never been able to picture exactly who would welcome me home but now, all I could think of was that raven with long back hair, easy to grip and pull and an hourglass figure that made me want to hurt it and bring it to unimaginable pleasure. I hadn't seen her face but f***k, already I did want her. All of us want her, she is driving us crazy with just a mere stare. My body hungered for more than food but I settled for yesterday's leftovers, the other thing was unavailable but hopefully not for long. After sending a quick t text to my private investigator, I dug into the cold dry pizza, not bothering to heat it. Tomorrow, I would figure out a plan to get Angelia back to my club but for now, I would eat and then sleep.

I cursed as the alarm woke me up, I had been in the middle of the most erotic dream. All I wanted. was to go back to sleep, continuing right from where it had ended, it had just started to get interesting. The mysterious woman in my dreams had been running from me, Marshall and Kingston. Her as*****ed with each step as she hurried towards the door in front of us, she wanted us to catch her and f****, I wanted to. I wanted to catch her and drag her back to the others, punishing her for even trying to get away. She had made a mistake, running into a room with nowhere to escape. My friends caught up with us and slammed the door closed and locked it. I had seen her tits move up and down as she heaved for breath, I couldn't see her face in the dream as well but she had curves that almost

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brought me down to my knees.

You can't outrun us.' I said as I took a step in her direction.

The woman pressed herself against the wall. To someone else, she might have looked scared but we had known otherwise, she wanted this.

What do we do to those who are disobedient, Marshall? I had kept my eyes on her as I asked my friend and he laughed darkly.

"They got punished." he said as his laid-back attitude was gone and in return his dominant side came to the surface.

It was like this all the time whenever we had a scene together, he became a different me when he played. The woman looked around the room, trying to find anything that could help her escape but there was none. A small windrow at her right but too high for her to jump through. Kingston was at the door, hindering her only way out. Her eyes flickered to each one of us when she knew she had been defeated and I saw only heat in her eyes with a hint of defiance.

No problem, we would punish the defiance out of her and make her soft with obedience. Just as I had been about the reach her, the f****ng

went off. My d***k was painfully hard and

impossible to ignore, it had been a while since I had woken up this ****y and I could only guess as to what had brought on this reaction.

How was it possible to be this obsessed over a woman I had never met? I had not even seen her face and I wondered if my friends had the same obsession. Walking into the bathroom and turning on the shower, I waited for the water to get warm and when it finally did, I stepped inside. My ***k bobbed with each move, annoying the hell out of me and the last thing I wanted to deal with was **d-on this early in the morning unless it involved a woman's hands, mouth or p****y. Adjusting the spray, so it hit the wall, I jacked off fast and hard and let the memory of the dream wash over me. I could picture the a*** clearly, juicy and big as it bounced up and down. I was an ***kind of man, what could I say? I ***m with a grunt, spraying the wall with white ropes of of c***m which the water washed away a second later. I needed a hard core f**k soon, I am getting tired of using my own hands. It had been a while since I had played. Maybe I should partake in one anytime soon but I discarded the idea as soon as it crossed my mind. Until I knew what would happen with Angelia, I would lay off other women for now. My d** only craved for her little p****y that would be sweet and tight as...I couldn't even imagine it. I it. Heaven would be far from what it could feel like.

phone buzzed as I stepped out of the shower, walking to the bathroom counter, I hit the accept button and picked up the call. Chapter 8: She Is Driving Me Nuts

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Yes

I commanded, my voice gruff.

I have found something. A man said as soon as answered.

He sounded breathless as if he had been running, knowing him, he was probably just walking up a flight of stairs. He was so out of shape and it was embarrassing.

"Already?" My heart was beating fast.

I had asked Kent, my personal investigator, to look into Angelia Hartwell and get me as much information as he could.

"It wasn't like she was hiding, what do you take me for?"

He laughed.

That was true, he was a d***n good investigator which was the reason he was on my payroll. I never took in anyone but the best.

"I offered.

"Speak up."

"Angelia Hart

Hartwell, twenty-three years old, studies Business Administration at Novena University and lives in an apartment in Ogume and she is currently working at De Iceberg as a bartender and...." "Wait, De De Iceberg?" I was surprised by the information. Could that really be true? And if so, what were the odds of that?

"Yes"

I as if it weren't a big deal, little did he know it was a huge f****g deal.

Yes, he said as

"And you said Novena University?" I asked, wanting to check if I had heard him right earlier.

"Yes, she is a transfer student and studies Business Administration.

"Send me

me everything you got on her." I ended the call abruptly, too shocked to even think.

What the actual hell! How was this possible? Marshall is a professor at Novena University and Kingston, he is the d***n owner of De Iceberg. Gosh, this girl is driving me nuts. Chapter Comments Tracy Sills

this point right here will be detrimental to this story and has Adanna shenanigans written all over it. nice foreshadowing e Michelle Robbins

became a different man....small window

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