MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 186: Make Him Pay. Riccardo

"Ben's sudden hateful outburst towards her terrified her. I have never seen her like this before. I figured you could...I don't know what I thought you could do about it. It is just..." Andy trailed off.

"He should know not to go near Angelia again, and I seriously doubt he will listen to me."

"I will take care of it." I didn't hesitate to say.

"I will warn Ben off her and make sure he heeds it." He sighed in relief.

"That is good."

"Do you know where he is now?" I asked.

"Maybe I have often seen him hanging around Zenith Bar at all hours of the day, whether it was a weekday. He might be there."

"Thanks," I grunted, getting ready to hang up. My hand shook just a little, betraying my violent feelings.

""Of course. And Riccardo.."

"Yes?"

"Make him pay."

hard tone in his voice surprised me, but what especially surprised me was his thirst for violence. Maybe it shouldn't have. It was clear he cared about Angelia a lot. He had gone against two men much

me,

I dialed another number, my private investigator. He had been working for me for years,

He works at the café in Ogume and the owner of the café is also his aunt. I need the location as soon as possible, preferably tonight." "Of course, Mr. Morgan. I will

her own self-image. I had promised Andy that he would pay, and I found myself eager to deal out the punishment. For a moment, I debated telling the two men about this, but I wanted this guy to suffer and not die.

my jacket and keys and left the building through the back doors. It was dark outside, the night blanketing the city as the moon took over from the blashing heat of the sun. The temperature had dropped since I had arrived at the club but the sight of a chill was a blessing to my heated skin. Using the installer GPS tracker, I typed in the address of the bar and hit the

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me of a time when money was tight and the fear of losing our homes was strong, as well as a valid concern. However, I doubted my grandparents would have ever admitted to it. I parked the car in a well-lit area, though I didn't much care what happened to it. I had many more important concerns to deal with. Before I went on to try and find the motherfucker, I passed by the sleeping man and stealthily slipped him a few hundred which

I couldn't envision anyone wanting to freely spend their time here. It made sort of sense that a slime like Ben had nowhere better to be. This hovel suited him. I looked around the dimly lit place, but other than a hook-up girl trying to entice a man into buying her service, and the bartender. There was no sign of

grunted, taking in my

chose to do something stupid.

Well?" He prompted.

am trying to find a fucker in need of a

her body to get by. debated giving her money but decided against it. She might take my offer as an insult and I didn't want her to feel as though I pitied her. Even though I did. Some were too proud to accept help and I didn't have time to get in a row with her. Maybe I could come back another time when I wasn't in

wrongly judging my character based on

that accurately portrayed a man. It was the way the man held

you think I can