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."

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 bigger than him, Marshall and me, to protect his friend. I could definitely appreciate that kind of loyalty and friendship.

Believe me, he

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

issue. A time-sensitive one, I want you to find a guy named Ben for me. 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 call

It was impossible, though. My hands itched to find this filth who thought he had the right to talk down to Angelia. That he had the fucking mind to hurt my girl's self-confidence and damage her own self-image. I had promised

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

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benches by a bus stop. Seeing the man in his poorly patched clothes sleeping on hard metal made the anger in me stutter. It reminded 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

a dump, it smelled of sweat, spilled drinks and days-old puke. It was nauseating, and 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 Ben, the bartender locked eyes with me as I chanced to catch whatever illness coated the area, and I walked up

taking in my fitted suit with greedy interest, wondering if I would be an easy

the one I was after, but I could use a good fight if he chose to do something stupid. With a sneer, he grabbed a beer for himself, opening the bottle with his teeth. He split out

Well?" He prompted.

need of a good

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

wrongly judging my character based on my

accurately portrayed a man. It

think I