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 bigger than him, Marshall and me, to

Believe me,

dialed another number, my private investigator. He had

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 you as

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 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. He wasn't worth the blood on our hands, because I

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 road. The adrenaline grew stronger the

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a couple was bickering by a car while a homeless man had camped on one of the 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 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 always made sure I carry

sort of sense that a slime like Ben had nowhere better to be. This hovel suited him.

man grunted, taking in my fitted suit

fists. The bartender wasn't the one I was after, but I could use a good fight if he chose to do something stupid. With a sneer, he grabbed

Well?" He prompted.

am trying to find a fucker in need of a good bashing." I responded, seeing no need to

of pity pressed upon my chest at the woman having to sell 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

chuckled in disbelief, wrongly

accurately portrayed a man. It was

do you think I can do for