Taken By The Mafia Lord

Satisfied with her environment, Macy pulled out her phone and called a number saying, “I’m here,”

At once, the camera located at the entrance rotated and captured her before the large gate opened with an electrical chime. With a satisfied smile, Macy went through the gate that closed behind her.

She walked through the cobblestone pathway and stopped at the door that was opened by an older woman almost immediately and she went inside the house.

“Macy,” A middle-aged man came to meet her, his arms spread wide.

“Ricardo!” Macy smiled widely as she welcomed him with a hug.

“Tis nice to see you,” The man’s accent was quite thick as he placed a peck on both sides of her cheek.

“And nice to see you too, Ricardo.”

“Come on in, come inside,” He said, hooking her hand around his arm as they walked into the living room.

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“I hope everything is well. The last time that you were here, you said that you don’t need me anymore,” He said, helping her sit on the double-seater sofa before taking his place beside her.

“Well, I was a fool when I said that,” Macy said, her eyes taking in the place.

There was a glass table before them and her gaze strayed to the small tray on it because it contained a crystalline powder that she could recognize even in her sleep. Richardo caught her gaze and a sleazy smile crossed his lips.

He said, “That’s a fine product,”

And Macy didn’t doubt it. Richardo always went for the best stuff.

Who was Ricardo anyway?

Well, he was her best friend and partner in crime since they were young. After her father died and she was moved to the orphanage because none of her relatives would take her in, they became friends – and he wasn’t even an orphan.

Richardo’s father was a huge investor in the orphanage meaning that they got the chance to meet a lot and were practically inseparable to the point people would have thought them siblings if not for their distinct appearance.

While Macy was blonde, Richardo had curly black locks and he was quite hairy. Richardo’s father did some business with the orphanage and it wasn’t until Macy grew up that she found out the type of business they really did. Apparently, being buddies with Richardo had saved her from being used in the business, that is if you get the point.

The world was a cruel place, and what more to children with no parents, no voice, with nothing. They are nothing but prey to people like Richard’s father who claimed to be businessmen and philanthropists, but in reality, they are nothing but wolves in sheep’s clothing.

However, Macy was not going to completely disregard the family’s help in her life because thanks to them she was able to survive. Thanks to them, she came to know about her father, the kind of business he did, his relationship with the Luciano family, and how he was betrayed by them in the end. To be precise, he was murdered by Marcel Luciano.

A thirteen-year-old Marcel.

What monster had Daniel created?

Apparently, her father’s death was Marcel’s ticket into the family business. He became a made man. He made his daddy Daniel proud when he left a young girl an orphan. Macy’s plan over the years was to avenge her father. Just as Marcel took her father from him, she would take his life as payment, an eye for an eye.

But then Marcel was not really an easy person to kill and that meant she had to go under the cover of working for him. The plan was to get him to trust her and then when he least expects it, she would stab him in the back and end his pathetic life. Then her father would finally be able to rest in peace after getting the vengeance he deserved.

However, what Macy never expected was to become sympathetic to his situation nor to mention fall in love with Victor. His cousin was the first person to treat her like she was special. Like she really mattered. But then, the human heart was deceitful, and being around Marcel all the time must have messed up with both her head and heart.

She became greedy. Macy thought that having both of them was payment enough for what he did to her father. But then Marcel doesn’t know her real identity and what he did to her father. Well, things spiraled out of control and here she is.

Macy merely nodded her head and that was enough invitation for him to ask, “Want a taste? Something tells me that you need that right now?”

She didn’t object.

Richardo was right. She needed this right now. Something to distract herself from the whole mess going on in her life right now. Taking the snuff spoon from Richardo, Macy bent over the table and snuffed the drug, and God, it was the best feeling she has ever had in a while! It went straight to her head and she felt alive, electrified.

Macy took a few more snuffs before she relaxed back into her seat with a giggle.

“Good? Right?” Richardo grinned at her.

“It’s the best,” She replied.

With the environment set, Richardo asked her, “What do you want, Macy?”

“To fuck what I said the last time I was here. The plan’s back on baby! I want that bastard to suffer! I want his head on a spike!” Macy was over the moon.

“And that you shall have. It’s nice that you came back to your senses,” Richardo said, drawing close to her till their noses were touching, “So does that mean you’re back for good now?” He asked her, his gaze lingering on her lips.

To answer his questions, Macy closed the small distance between them and took his lips in a kiss.

And with that kiss, she betrayed Marcel.