My Mafia Man ◇

Chapter 18: Elevator moment🍁

🦋From crying silently at night to showing morning fake smiles🦋

Raelynn's pov:

"He was being annoying."

"That sounds like you," Jules added, peaking from Ryker's side.

Ryker snickered, agreeing.

"Right, I'm sorry, I lied. I just wanted to hold his hand in mine on my lap while listening to some old men talking about a life and death crisis... I just wanted some comfort you know." I said sarcastically.

Ryker rolled his eyes while Jules shook his head, a big smile on his face.

"Is that so?" I heard Kyson ask with a hint of playfulness in his voice, making me look at him with a blank face.

"Yeah, you didn't know? I thought you did." I said dryly.

"My bad, I mean I should have seen the sign from when you suggested that we make out." He said in a low voice with a devilish expression on his face.

He did not...

I glanced at Ryker's side, hoping none of them heard him. Luckily they were both talking between themselves and didn't pay attention to what Kyson meant.

"You know what was the situation and why I suggested that." I pointed out, looking back at him.

"WAIT!"

Malcolm slammed his hand on the table, earning everyone's attention. He ignores them, turning his chair to us. Since it didn't involve the other leaders, they went back to what they were doing besides Jules and Ryker since they know him quite well.

"You two are together?" He disputed looking at Kyson and me.

Before the guys could talk, I did.

"Do you know how people live more? Especially when they are involved in the mafia business." I asked him.

"Not the answer to my question but no, I don't know." He replied.

"By minding their own fucking business," I stated.

"You should try, especially when there are a lot of people who want your skin," Ryker added.

Malcolm raised an eyebrow, "People want my skin?"

"Yeah, and you got two right in front of you," I added, glaring at him.

"Make that 3," Jules added in a monotone voice.

"Wait, I can't believe you chose him over me." He stated pointing at Kyson who was giving him the death glare, clearly getting annoyed by Malcolm.

"Then I'll suggest you to start believing. Being in denial isn't good." I declared.

He scoffed, "She chose this piece of shit over me."

It all happened so quickly that we barely had time to understand what was happening. One minute Malcolm was sitting on his chair and the next minute he was grabbed by the collar, and thrown over the table with Kyson's hand around his neck.

"Say that one more time, I fucking dare you." Kyson clenched his jaw as he was glaring at Malcolm, who was struggling to breathe.

That's the consequence of pushing Kyson to the edge. He really doesn't like when people call him names huh...

We all stood up, looking at the scene in front of us.

"Ok there, I promised that we will return back this meeting room without any drop of blood on the floor so please if you have any grudge solve them outside," Dad said as he walked toward us.