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."

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.

Believe me,

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

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

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

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 push her.

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186: Make

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

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

you here?" the man grunted, taking in my fitted suit with greedy

I could use a good fight if he chose to do something stupid. With a sneer, he grabbed a beer for himself, opening the

Well?" He prompted.

need of a good bashing."

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

in disbelief, wrongly judging my character based on my

accurately portrayed a man. It was the way the man

do you think I can