Taken By The Mafia Lord

Richardo didn’t need to hear the result, he could tell from the man’s face that this was bad news.

“There’s no war happening. Marcel managed to make peace with the Draven family.” The man informed him.

Richardo let out a long breath when he heard the news and he had a sour look on his face. This was a big hitch in his plan, having hoped the Draven family would strike the first blow. He wanted Marcel to feel what it was like to feel alone, which was why he had been targeting the people helping him one by one.

But of course, Marcel was smart, having sent a warning to his associates who went into hiding and protected his loved ones. However, he had enough of them to torment and deal with it. If only he had gotten his hands on Arianna, then this would have been a lot more entertaining.

While other deaths wouldn’t pain Marcel much, Arianna’s death would destroy him – just the same way he destroyed him. It wasn’t until her death that Richardo realized how much he loved Macy. If only he had shown it, treated her better! No, he should have never involved her in his business in the first place. But thanks to his foolishness, she was dead and there was no bringing her back.

Hence, he would love to hurt Marcel the same way. Unlike Macy’s quick yet painful death, he would have given Arianna a slow excruciating death and gotten it on camera so he watched it, helpless to help her.

But that was not happening anymore, not while Arianna was under Draven’s protection. While he could go to war with the Draven family for Arianna, he would deplete his resources and there wouldn’t be enough to fight Marcel. In one word, the bitch was quite lucky. Now, he would have to find a way to kill Marcel so she watched instead.

“Boss….” The man continued, disrupting him from his train of thought, “We have to leave now. If Marcel is now in cahoots with the Dravens, that means it’s only a matter of time before they find us. You took out the Basil family, the commission would want vengeance for that.”

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But Richardo shook his head, “No, that would be what Marcel wants. I was a coward in the past for running away the first time, it isn’t happening again. Moreover…” He fingered the necklace around his neck which was a gift from Macy, “I swore that I would die trying.”

The man swallowed upon hearing his words, it was either they win or die. There was no escape, no looking back. Perhaps, they should have discussed this before turning their back on their late boss, Konstantin. Richardo only wanted to use them to wage war on Marcel without caring about their welfare.

But it was too late to begin to pull out of this. It would only bring about a division in the gang, not to mention that Richardo successfully brainwashed the others. Moreover, Richardo also bought his own help – mercenaries – he might end up digging his own grave instead.

“How is it going?” Richardo asked and he turned to see that he was referring to the druggie hacker.

“Nothing. I think Winters is at it again. I can’t get in no matter how many times I try to hack -”

Unfortunately, that response was a big mistake because the next Alex was yanked off his seat, the laptop slipping from his hand just as Richardo rammed his knee into his guts.

“Even till now, you still can’t win over a child! What use do I have for you?!” Richardo hollered, tossing him aside as if he was nothing but a ragdoll.

He couldn’t even break into Marcel’s security! If he was going to attack the Base, Marcel can’t see them coming else it would be walking into a slaughter. Marcel knew for sure that he was coming, he just doesn’t know when or how. They couldn’t go for a head-on attack, it was not their territory, nor does he know if Marcel would even be in. His main target was Marcel. Others were sacrifices. Unfortunately, the sorry of a hacker he has couldn’t even get them a distraction! Something Winters would have done with a single clink.

“Please, no, don’t kill me!” Alec begged him, crawling away from him. He had seen Richardo reach for his weapon and knew his time was numbered. Killing him wouldn’t bring him any satisfaction but he was currently on edge. Accidents could happen.

However, Richardo ignored him and caught up to him, pressing the gun’s muzzle against his temple while his heart pounded severally.

“I have no use for useless people in here!” He told him, his hand curling around the trigger and he was ready to shoot.

“Boss….” The man called his name cautiously.

Perhaps it must be the tension in the air, Richardo retracted the gun and got off the bastard. It was no use killing the asshole, it would cast low morale on the team and they would perceive that move as a weakness. What’s the possibility he wouldn’t kill them next? They might think. He can’t let that happen. He needed them. He needed them to win.

Once Alex ran out of the room, Richardo turned to him, running his hand through his hair in annoyance. He said, “I have the money, I have the numbers, but I need a sure hit. I need something to give him an edge. The commission would not strike immediately, their formalities would buy enough time for me to be through Marcel.” He was sure of it.

Richardo muttered, “I need a head start.”

The man then said, “There’s something else.”

Richardo’s brows raised interest, “What is it?”

“It’s Daniel, Marcel’s father. The both of them had a falling out and he stripped him of his authority in the family. Now, we both know that Daniel and Marcel have never seen eye to eye until this happened. Daniel is an unconventional man.” He said suggestively.

“In one word, we could strike a deal, Marcel for the power that was taken from him. If Daniel doesn’t agree, I have a very important member of Marcel’s family. Only then, we would be able to know if Marcel loves his father or not.”

A crinkle formed in Richardo’s eyes. He said, “Get me, Daniel Luciano.”