Taken By The Mafia Lord-Chapter 898 It Was Over

"What?" Richardo was confused. What was he talking about? He heaved, "I don't know -?"

"Angelica!" Daniel shouted in his face, his body shaking with the amount of anger surging through his veins. No one knew how much it took him to mask his expression. To pretend that he was okay and enjoying this nonsense when all he wanted to do the most was to check up on her.

He was greatly relieved to hear that she was okay until the news came that Angelica was paralyzed from the incident. That piece of information had hit him so hard that he stumbled in his position, the shock stealing the breath from his lungs. Daniel has never cared about his actions, believing that whatever happened was meant to be. But this time, it dawned on him that he stole Angelica's future.

She was never going to walk again and it was because of him - because of Richardo! Oh, how much he couldn't wait to spill his blood and carve his revenge deep in his heart. So Daniel bided his time carefully. The greatest form of revenge was to deceive an enemy into thinking that he was winning only to remove the scale from his eyes at the last minute and unleash his terror on him.

That was what he was doing.

Daniel had so many plans for Richardo but it was too bad that he had no more time. He didn't want to be here when his son's minions would be here. At the moment, they wouldn't recognize him as an ally. Nor does he want to find out what happens anyway. It was better safe than to be sorry.

Also unlike his foolish son, he would make sure that Richardo dies and remains dead. His son, Marcel was a fool to have let him go the first time he had him in his palm and gave the bastard the opportunity to grow into a serpent that has now bitten him. Look at his weak self, if it wasn't for him, he would be dead anyway. Whether Marcel liked to admit it or not, he needed someone by his side to clean up his mess and that was him!

"I still don't -" Richardo wanted to cry out, but it dawned on him that Daniel didn't want such an ignorant answer. Richardo was smart - yet foolish - and he was able to guess that the men he sent to bring him here must have harmed the woman he cherished or something. No wonder Daniel was doing this.

So he said instead, "I never gave such orders. All I told them was to bring you here. Please, you have to believe me. No, please, spare my life." Richardo begged and would have been on his knees right now if he could.

But all Daniel did was sneer, "Really? It didn't cross your mind that your men might experience some obstacle in the process?"

Richardo could not answer, he swallowed a lump in his throat instead. Daniel would tell if he was lying and let's face it, he knew deep down that a few would be killed while fetching him. The mission was never meant to be easy in the first place. Even if Marcel withdrew his father's authority, he was never going to leave him defenseless.

"Ah, the silence answers it all." Daniel stood up, "Goodbye Richardo. "

"H-how?!" Richardo cried out.

Daniel lifted a brow, "How what?"

"How did you get them to be on your side?" He referred to Konstantine's men watching from the sideline, "Were you and Konstantine friends before this?" Richardo wanted to know, at least before he died. Perhaps, he might be able to offer them something better if he knew the deal Daniel striked with them.

"Friends?" Daniel scoffed at the thought, "Sure, I have met the man once or twice but we can not even be close enough to be referred to as friends, not to mention allies. But then, you're just a kid, what do you know about running the Bratva?"

He went on, "The Russian mafia might be known for their brutality, but like every other crime organization out there, they desire one thing. Profit. But you, Richardo, was never going to give them that. Instead, you killed a reigning member of the commission and was about to start a war you can't even finish. There's no permanent friend nor enemy in this business, so they reached out to me instead in the name of apprehending me according to your orders. They needed me to get rid. They already killed Konstantine, and if they did the same, they would get a reputation and it might not be incentive enough for their future leaders. So they needed me to give them a good cover story instead, and here I am. "

It was over, that was Richardo's conclusion when Daniel finished. All this while he thought he had a team that had his back. Who knew that he was the sheep amid wolves? Just like predators, they had been preserving their prey for dinner.

Richardo broke into a historical laugh. There was nothing to do any more than to think about how pathetic his life had been and how he must be right now. But then, he doesn't regret a thing. If given the chance to find vengeance for Macy, he would do it over again.

He turned to Marcel, "I guess I would wait for you in hell then," The corners of his mouth quirked.

Bang!

The sound of the gunshot echoed across the hall and Marcel squeezed his eyes shut, somehow wishing he could erase the image from his head. Even in his death, Richardo's eyes was set on him and the blood from the bullet wound in his head trailed down his face and looked like something out of a horror movie. Marcel sighed knowing deep down that this scene was probably going to haunt him for the rest of his life.

But then, it was over.

At least for Richardo.

Because when he looked back up, Daniel was hovering over him.

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