Taken By The Mafia Lord

820 I’m A Businessman

“Macy!” Richardo shouted, confused as to what was going on. One moment she had been fine, and the next this madness.

“Talk to me!” He tried to touch her but she would not let him, still screaming in agony and leaving everyone flabbergasted. None of them had a single clue as to what was happening and it created confusion in their midst.

“I feel like my head is going to explode!” Macy shrieked, clutching her head so tightly.

Perhaps, it might be something about the word, “explosion” but Richardo took a step back. And suddenly, the words from Marcel came back to him.

[“Enjoy your time with Macy, Richardo. I wish both of you happiness, forever.”]

Oh no, it was never a compliment from Marcel in the first place, but rather a farewell message. It finally dawned on Richardo why Marcel let Macy escape unscathed in the first place when he could have easily killed her. This was his revenge for the death of his cousin, Victor. An eye for an eye.

With trembling and fear, Richardo lifted his head only to see that Macy was bleeding from the ears and eyes. She wiped at her face leaving her hands bloody.

“Richardo!” She called, reaching for him with those bloody hands but he dodged her. Whatever Marcel put inside of her, he didn’t know how it worked and didn’t want to be a victim – that was his excuse.

Although Macy’s face was bloodied, her features distorted when Richardo avoided him. She thought that they were on the same side. She thought he loved her. How could he abandon her now when she needed him the most?

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Macy was filled with rage even in her dying moment. Men were all scum. One abandoned her for another woman while the other left her to die all alone. In her next life – if there was one – she would live for herself. She would live an ordinary life and pray never to cross paths with Marcel.

She was not familiar with this new form of torture, but whatever device they put inside of her must be remotely controlled. Marcel must have inserted it inside of her while she was asleep. There was a bald patch at the back of her head that she hasn’t taken seriously until now.

She thought Marcel finally let her go in consideration of their past together. Who knew that she was wrong? Macy began to laugh so hard amid the pain. However, the buzzing in her head increased to an intolerable level as her laughter turned into screaming, until bam! There was nothing but peaceful silence and she dropped to the floor.

The last thing she saw was Richardo stepping further away from her as if she was a plague and tears of regret slipped down her cheeks just as the light left her eyes and Macy died.

For over a minute, there was nothing but tense silence in the hall. Not even a pin dropped. Richardo stared at Macy in shock, blood flowed out from every orifice in her body and he didn’t need a doctor to tell him that she was dead.

“No!” Richardo let out an aggrieved scream. There was no way that she could be dead, but the truth stared him right in the face.

Richardo wanted to crawl over to Macy and hold her body in his arms and cry, but like the coward he was, his feet stood rooted to the ground. What if there was something else in her body and as soon as he touched her, it would go off?

But whatever reason he had couldn’t justify the guilt in his heart that he let her die like that and made no attempt to save her. No, everything happened too fast. How was he supposed to know what to do?

This was all Marcel’s fault! He killed Macy and he was not going to go scot-free! Richardo was sure that Macy would want him to avenge her and that was why he couldn’t die yet. He had to survive to get back at that bastard.

He had to leave here as well! It was not safe. If Marcel could do this to Macy from wherever he was, it wouldn’t surprise him if he had tracked down his location as well. Richardo was sorry that he couldn’t give Macy a proper burial, but he was going to come back for her. And he promised to get back on the pain Marcel put her through. Only then would he be worthy enough to face her.

Hence, Richardo instructed men to take away the corpse, but that was until he safely exited the building. He left with the others and barely made it outside when headlights from various directions came on, blinding him and he had to put up his hand to shield his face.

At first, Richardo thought that Marcel had caught onto him but when his eyes were able to adjust to the lightning and saw a bearded bulky man step out, the blood drained from his face. Someone better kill him now. No, it would have been much better if Marcel had killed him instead of Macy.

“Konstantin,” Richardo swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Richardo,” The man mentioned his name, his accent thick.

Richardo put on a nervous laugh, he cautiously approached the man, saying, “What are you doing here?”

“I heard some unpleasant news,” The man said, spitting out the gum he had been chewing before running his hand through his long hair that had been pulled into a short ponytail, “And no good for business.”

“I can explain.” Richardo fumbled with his words, “I know it doesn’t look good now.. no, I can make something out… It’s not yet over… I can somehow still be useful to you!”

But Konstantin smiled widely, showing off his white teeth that gleamed in the darkness, “I’m a businessman, not a philanthropist.”

Richardo was just about to explain when he felt a blunt blow to the back of his head.and he lost consciousness.

“Bring him along!” Konstantin commanded his crew right before he entered his car and drove into the night.

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