Chapter 816: 816 Make Marcel Pay
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816 Make Marcel Pay
“You good for nothing!” Richardo’s furious voice could be heard echoing across the walls as his unfortunate victim became his scapegoat.
After he narrowly escaped death, Richardo moved to a new location knowing that Marcel was hot on the search for him. Good thing he had not gone to that negotiation today else he would be dead already. He knew Marcel was smart, but what Richardo never saw coming was him attacking his warehouse and destroying every bit of drug in there, leaving him stranded.
The scapegoat was unfortunately one of the idiots who should have kept his drugs safe! He should have kept it safe with his life, not come back to report the news of the attack and the destruction of the source of his income.
What was he supposed to do with the news? Or should he applaud him for being the sole survivor out of the others? Richardo knew that Marcel intentionally left the man alive to relay the news to him and that infuriated him! How dare he! Who was he to play around with him like this?
Richardo knew that his life was over at this point. The drugs were gone and soon the Russians would come for him – if they weren’t on their way already. The news should have reached their ears already considering most of their men were the causality loss. The only reason the Bratva was willing to do business with him was that they believed he would sell their drugs and provide them with income.
Unfortunately, Richardo could not deliver anymore. There was no drug. Nor money. Everything was zeroed to the ground and here he was hiding away like a scared little rat. He had to find a way to pay the Bratva else it would be his head on a spike, even before Marcel gets to him.
Hence, he pushed his aggression on the fool, kicking and stomping the helpless man, and yet it wasn’t enough. Richardo pulled him up by the shirt and rammed his fist in his face. He hit the man over and over and over again till his fist was bloody and the man was unconscious. Then he let go of his shirt and the man dropped to the man like a corpse. Not that he cared whether he was alive or dead.
Richardo threw his back and let out an aggrieved wail causing the rest of his men to back away. It was obvious to them that he was in a bad mood and none of them wanted to end up like the unfortunate man on the ground.
With his chest heaving up and down, Richardo looked around with red eyes, his teeth gritted together. Almost immediately, his phone rang and while he could have ignored it, thanks to his sour mood, it turned out to be his associate in the F.B.I.
.....
Finally, some good news!
Richardo couldn’t wait to relish the scene of the Luciano family being destroyed. The thought made him feel a lot better. If he was going down, it was satisfying to know that he wasn’t going down alone. Marcel thought that he won, but no, he didn’t. This would be the beginning of his hell, as he watches the Luciano family being reduced to nothing and he would be unable to do anything.
“Hello,” He picked up, his heart already beating in anticipation.
“DID YOU FUCKING TAKE ME FOR A FOOL!”
Huh? Richardo frowned, wondering why his associate would yell at him like that. He had to pull back and stare back at the contact, ensuring that he was speaking to the right person and indeed, he was the one. In that case, what was happening?
“What are you talking about?” He asked, rubbing the spot where his head ached. He had gone through a lot in one night and the least he wanted was another setback. His entire hope depended on this deal working out.
“When you said you were giving me evidence, you should have crosschecked the file and not given me a virus!” The FBI agent yelled into the phone, nearly ruing his hearing.
“A virus? What are you talking about?” Richardo was still trying to wrap his mind around this piece of information. Neither did it help matters that the headache was getting worse. He has been put through enough for the night already and needed a break.
“Whatever file you got from that girl, she infested it with her own virus. It was not noticeable at first, probably a plan to buy her enough time. But it wiped clean my device and then the FBI database… God, it’s chaos out here! Why do you have to employ that bitch for this?! Do you know the trouble you put me into right now!”
Richardo’s blood ran cold and he wasn’t even listening as the man rambled on. All that mattered was that his plan to ruin the Luciano family failed. Did it fail? Richardo hung up on the associate and let out an inhuman roar. He was so furious that he wanted to combust.
That bitch!
He should not have let off that bitch easily! He should have killed her slowly and watched the light leave her eyes for betraying him like this. How dare she? And to think that she was currently safe with Marcel sent another surge of anger through him.
Marcel! Marcel! Marcel!
Richardo didn’t care anymore if he lost everything, but he was going to take Marcel’s life. He was the cause of his misfortune. Everything he lost was Marcel’s fault and he would pay for it.
If it was the last thing he would do, he would make Marcel feel excruciating pain before he left this world. He would be sure to cost him what he loved the most. And Richardo knew just who.
As if he somehow conjured him, Richardo’s phone rang all of a sudden and glancing down, it was no one else but Marcel.
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816 Make Marcel Pay
“You good for nothing!” Richardo’s furious voice could be heard echoing across the walls as his unfortunate victim became his scapegoat.
After he narrowly escaped death, Richardo moved to a new location knowing that Marcel was hot on the search for him. Good thing he had not gone to that negotiation today else he would be dead already. He knew Marcel was smart, but what Richardo never saw coming was him attacking his warehouse and destroying every bit of drug in there, leaving him stranded.
The scapegoat was unfortunately one of the idiots who should have kept his drugs safe! He should have kept it safe with his life, not come back to report the news of the attack and the destruction of the source of his income.
What was he supposed to do with the news? Or should he applaud him for being the sole survivor out of the others? Richardo knew that Marcel intentionally left the man alive to relay the news to him and that infuriated him! How dare he! Who was he to play around with him like this?
Richardo knew that his life was over at this point. The drugs were gone and soon the Russians would come for him – if they weren’t on their way already. The news should have reached their ears already considering most of their men were the causality loss. The only reason the Bratva was willing to do business with him was that they believed he would sell their drugs and provide them with income.
Unfortunately, Richardo could not deliver anymore. There was no drug. Nor money. Everything was zeroed to the ground and here he was hiding away like a scared little rat. He had to find a way to pay the Bratva else it would be his head on a spike, even before Marcel gets to him.
Hence, he pushed his aggression on the fool, kicking and stomping the helpless man, and yet it wasn’t enough. Richardo pulled him up by the shirt and rammed his fist in his face. He hit the man over and over and over again till his fist was bloody and the man was unconscious. Then he let go of his shirt and the man dropped to the man like a corpse. Not that he cared whether he was alive or dead.
Richardo threw his back and let out an aggrieved wail causing the rest of his men to back away. It was obvious to them that he was in a bad mood and none of them wanted to end up like the unfortunate man on the ground.
With his chest heaving up and down, Richardo looked around with red eyes, his teeth gritted together. Almost immediately, his phone rang and while he could have ignored it, thanks to his sour mood, it turned out to be his associate in the F.B.I.
.....
Finally, some good news!
Richardo couldn’t wait to relish the scene of the Luciano family being destroyed. The thought made him feel a lot better. If he was going down, it was satisfying to know that he wasn’t going down alone. Marcel thought that he won, but no, he didn’t. This would be the beginning of his hell, as he watches the Luciano family being reduced to nothing and he would be unable to do anything.
“Hello,” He picked up, his heart already beating in anticipation.
“DID YOU FUCKING TAKE ME FOR A FOOL!”
Huh? Richardo frowned, wondering why his associate would yell at him like that. He had to pull back and stare back at the contact, ensuring that he was speaking to the right person and indeed, he was the one. In that case, what was happening?
“What are you talking about?” He asked, rubbing the spot where his head ached. He had gone through a lot in one night and the least he wanted was another setback. His entire hope depended on this deal working out.
“When you said you were giving me evidence, you should have crosschecked the file and not given me a virus!” The FBI agent yelled into the phone, nearly ruing his hearing.
“A virus? What are you talking about?” Richardo was still trying to wrap his mind around this piece of information. Neither did it help matters that the headache was getting worse. He has been put through enough for the night already and needed a break.
“Whatever file you got from that girl, she infested it with her own virus. It was not noticeable at first, probably a plan to buy her enough time. But it wiped clean my device and then the FBI database… God, it’s chaos out here! Why do you have to employ that bitch for this?! Do you know the trouble you put me into right now!”
Richardo’s blood ran cold and he wasn’t even listening as the man rambled on. All that mattered was that his plan to ruin the Luciano family failed. Did it fail? Richardo hung up on the associate and let out an inhuman roar. He was so furious that he wanted to combust.
That bitch!
He should not have let off that bitch easily! He should have killed her slowly and watched the light leave her eyes for betraying him like this. How dare she? And to think that she was currently safe with Marcel sent another surge of anger through him.
Marcel! Marcel! Marcel!
Richardo didn’t care anymore if he lost everything, but he was going to take Marcel’s life. He was the cause of his misfortune. Everything he lost was Marcel’s fault and he would pay for it.
If it was the last thing he would do, he would make Marcel feel excruciating pain before he left this world. He would be sure to cost him what he loved the most. And Richardo knew just who.
As if he somehow conjured him, Richardo’s phone rang all of a sudden and glancing down, it was no one else but Marcel.
816 Make Marcel PayYou good for nothing! Richardo's furious voice could be heard echoing across the walls as his unfortunate victim became his scapegoat.After he narrowly escaped death, Richardo moved to a new location knowing that Marcel was hot on the search for him. Good thing he had not gone to that negotiation today else he would be dead already. He knew Marcel was smart, but what Richardo never saw coming was him attacking his warehouse and destroying every bit of drug in there, leaving him stranded.The scapegoat was unfortunately one of the idiots who should have kept his drugs safe! He should have kept it safe with his life, not come back to report the news of the attack and the destruction of the source of his income.What was he supposed to do with the news? Or should he applaud him for being the sole survivor out of the others? Richardo knew that Marcel intentionally left the man alive to relay the news to him and that infuriated him! How dare he! Who was he to play around with him like this?Richardo knew that his life was over at this point. The drugs were gone and soon the Russians would come for him if they weren't on their way already. The news should have reached their ears already considering most of their men were the causality loss. The only reason the Bratva was willing to do business with him was that they believed he would sell their drugs and provide them with income.Unfortunately, Richardo could not deliver anymore. There was no drug. Nor money. Everything was zeroed to the ground and here he was hiding away like a scared little rat. He had to find a way to pay the Bratva else it would be his head on a spike, even before Marcel gets to him.Hence, he pushed his aggression on the fool, kicking and stomping the helpless man, and yet it wasn't enough. Richardo pulled him up by the shirt and rammed his fist in his face. He hit the man over and over and over again till his fist was bloody and the man was unconscious. Then he let go of his shirt and the man dropped to the man like a corpse. Not that he cared whether he was alive or dead.Richardo threw his back and let out an aggrieved wail causing the rest of his men to back away. It was obvious to them that he was in a bad mood and none of them wanted to end up like the unfortunate man on the ground. With his chest heaving up and down, Richardo looked around with red eyes, his teeth gritted together. Almost immediately, his phone rang and while he could have ignored it, thanks to his sour mood, it turned out to be his associate in the F.B.I......Finally, some good news!Richardo couldn't wait to relish the scene of the Luciano family being destroyed. The thought made him feel a lot better. If he was going down, it was satisfying to know that he wasn't going down alone. Marcel thought that he won, but no, he didn't. This would be the beginning of his hell, as he watches the Luciano family being reduced to nothing and he would be unable to do anything.Hello, He picked up, his heart already beating in anticipation.DID YOU FUCKING TAKE ME FOR A FOOL!Huh? Richardo frowned, wondering why his associate would yell at him like that. He had to pull back and stare back at the contact, ensuring that he was speaking to the right person and indeed, he was the one. In that case, what was happening?What are you talking about? He asked, rubbing the spot where his head ached. He had gone through a lot in one night and the least he wanted was another setback. His entire hope depended on this deal working out.When you said you were giving me evidence, you should have crosschecked the file and not given me a virus! The FBI agent yelled into the phone, nearly ruing his hearing.A virus? What are you talking about? Richardo was still trying to wrap his mind around this piece of information. Neither did it help matters that the headache was getting worse. He has been put through enough for the night already and needed a break.Whatever file you got from that girl, she infested it with her own virus. It was not noticeable at first, probably a plan to buy her enough time. But it wiped clean my device and then the FBI database God, it's chaos out here! Why do you have to employ that bitch for this?! Do you know the trouble you put me into right now!Richardo's blood ran cold and he wasn't even listening as the man rambled on. All that mattered was that his plan to ruin the Luciano family failed. Did it fail? Richardo hung up on the associate and let out an inhuman roar. He was so furious that he wanted to combust.That bitch!He should not have let off that bitch easily! He should have killed her slowly and watched the light leave her eyes for betraying him like this. How dare she? And to think that she was currently safe with Marcel sent another surge of anger through him.Marcel! Marcel! Marcel!Richardo didn't care anymore if he lost everything, but he was going to take Marcel's life. He was the cause of his misfortune. Everything he lost was Marcel's fault and he would pay for it.If it was the last thing he would do, he would make Marcel feel excruciating pain before he left this world. He would be sure to cost him what he loved the most. And Richardo knew just who.As if he somehow conjured him, Richardo's phone rang all of a sudden and glancing down, it was no one else but Marcel.
