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."

a lot. He had gone against two men much bigger than him, Marshall and me, to protect his friend. I

me,

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

to find a guy named Ben for me. He works at the café in Ogume and the owner of the café is also

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

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

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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

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 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

the man grunted, taking in my fitted suit

and my hands clenched into 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 a beer for himself, opening the bottle with his teeth. He split out the cork, the metal landed on the

Well?" He prompted.

find a fucker in need of a good

against it. She might take my offer as an insult and I didn't want her to feel

chuckled in disbelief, wrongly judging my character based on my

the clothes that accurately portrayed a man. It

you think I can