Taken By The Mafia Lord

"Yes…."

Macy's moans reverberated across the room as Richardo pounded into her, the both of them enamored in the throes of passion. And then she fell apart with a moan as he pumped his hips a few times and finally came.

Richardo collapsed on her, his member still pulsing inside of her while Macy endured his weight. Richardo couldn't see her expression and didn't notice the aggravation set between her furrowed brows.

He finally lifted himself off her body, supporting his weight on his arms and Macy had to produce a fake smile as he stared at her else he suspects that she wasn't satisfied with his performance.

"That felt magical, right?" Richardo asked hopefully, caressing her face.

"Yes, it was wonderful," Macy lied without blinking an eye. She didn't know how to tell him that he performed badly in bed and she even had to fake her orgasm. She sincerely missed having sex with Victor, he was like a sex god who knew what bottom to push and have her screaming her desires in minutes. Not to mention Marcel….

Macy halted her thoughts at once. She no longer allowed herself to think of him. As far as she was concerned, Marcel was a past that she could no longer think of and she planned to get rid of him anyway. What was the point of pinning after someone that she couldn't have?

If she couldn't have Marcel, then he was of no use to her and was better off dead. That way, she would be doing one thing right getting vengeance for her father and giving him the peace that he deserves. That was why she would do anything, even if it means surviving Richardo's s horrible sex.

The drug addiction had done Richardo more harm than good to the extent he needed them to get hard. Without those drugs, his dick would remain soft and flappy, no matter how much foreplay she engaged him in just to turn him on. The only reason Macy was hanging around was that she hadn't gotten what she wanted yet and Richardo didn't realize that she was using him.

Macy knew Richardo had a crush on her since they were kids and wouldn't admit it even though they were currently having a sexual relationship. You could sort of call them friends with benefits. Until Marcel was dead and her mission fulfilled, she had to remain by his side nonetheless.

When he was done, Macy put on her clothes before returning to bed with him and there she reminded him,

"Marcel is still alive,"

"I know."

"You know?" She looked at him, waiting expectantly for an answer but all he did was pull out a cigarette and light it.

"It was hard for me to get information about his whereabouts that day and it's only a matter of time before he begins to suspect me." She complained.

"Then just quit there and begin to work for me. It's only a matter of time before I get rid of him, anyway." He said cockily, letting out a puff of smoke.

"Huh?" Macy was stunned by his request, having not seen that one coming. Although she no longer worked closely with Marcel, she still heard gossip about him from the men and could spy on him from a distance. Macy did not want to admit the fact she missed him and hid her feelings with her claims of hate.

Even at that, working for Richardo was out of the question. With Marcel, she could do real work and was useful to him, but with Richardo, what would she be? His little slut? That was not what she signed up for. At least, Marcel respected her capability and her identity as a woman, but Richardo didn't see beyond the pleasures of her v@gina.

This was not what she wanted. This was not the way everything was supposed to play out, Macy was beginning to get conflicted. Was it worth giving herself to Richardo all just to have her revenge?

Her heart wavered for like … thirty seconds before she hardened them again. No, if this was the price she had to pay to get rid of Marcel, then so be it. Nothing came easily anyway and she had to give up something to gain another.

"No, I can't," Macy rejected his offer and Richardo looked at her in surprise.

She explained to him immediately upon seeing the suspicion on his face, "I mean to say, you need someone on the inside who would keep you updated on Marcel's movements. See how easy it was the last time and you know it's quite hard planting a mole ever since Elijah fooled them." Macy tried to convince him. She can't leave the Luciano family, not now. And not because of him.

"Fine. You do make a lot of sense." Richardo said, running his hand through her hair and Macy chuckled nervously. Why does it feel like she was treading on hot coals here?

"But you have to end Marcel quickly," She told him, "It's only a matter of time before he finds out about you."

"Let him come." He said undisturbed and that made Macy more curious about him. Even while under the influence of drugs, not everyone would boldly declare war on Marcel. Unless he had a backup plan.

Richardo was hiding something from her.

Still, she said to him," You shouldn't underestimate him, Richardo."

"Nor should he underestimate me either." He turned to face her completely, propping his head in his arm. Richardo asked her, "What kind of death do you like?"

Macy didn't answer and when he waited long enough for her reply, he said, "I prefer a long, slow, and dramatic death. It's always worth the wait."

He confessed, "I knew the mercenaries would not end him, that was just my way of announcing my arrival."

"You have something you could use to defeat him, don't you?" Her suspicion increased.

Hearing that, Richardo leaned over her and with a devilish smirk, asked her,

"How do you think I got all the drugs?"

Macy scrutinized him intensely until it finally made sense in her head and her expression paled at once. Her eyes widened and her lips trembled with the name, "Bratva…"