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

me,

soon as we hung up, I dialed another number, my private investigator. He had been working for me for years, he was old,

going to need your help with one other 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

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

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 road. The adrenaline grew stronger the closer I got to the bar, my thoughts went into a jumbled mess of anger and worry. I didn't like Angelia being alone, but if she didn't reach out herself, I wouldn't

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186: Make Him

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 with me for purposes like that. I could only hope he would spend the money well, but either way he chose to spend it, it

for the man currently snoring his eardrums to damage. Zenith Bar was 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

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

fight if he chose to do something stupid. With a sneer, he grabbed a beer for himself, opening the bottle with his teeth.

Well?" He prompted.

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

be one to squeal at the pigs. The hook-up girl currently sucking a man's dick in the corner of the bar was proof enough of that. A twitch 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 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 a rush. To see if she would be interested in help without having to

wrongly judging my character based on my

especially, should have known it wasn't the clothes that accurately portrayed a man. It was the way the

you think I can