Taken By The Mafia Lord

"Hello, it's Macy. I'm not here right now, so please repeat the secret code and leave a message! if you get it right, I will call you back!"

Richardo had a deep furrow on his face when he called Macy's phone for the nth time and it was sent straight to voicemail. One should see the way his face distorted into pure rage and he grabbed the phone so hard he could crush it before he turned and tossed the phone to the wall with a primal roar.

He was not stupid not to know that something was wrong. Macy was so attentive and sensitive about her phone that she couldn't miss this number of calls, unless something happened - like her cover being blown.

He should have known! He warned her! He told her to leave that family while she still could! But then, she was stupidly confident in her ability to take care of herself. He had never seen anyone as annoyingly headstrong as she was. She should have just listened to him!

What was he going to do now?! Richardo ran his hands through his curls and grabbed it so hard he nearly pulled it out. At this rate, Marcel finally noticed him as he wanted, but he never expected it would be at the expense of Macy's life.

What was the use of this revenge if Macy died? She was the one who motivated him to go up against Marcel. He was doing this for her - and also for the benefit in the end. He wanted to impress her and make himself worthy in her eyes after he got revenge for her father - his future father-in-law.

Marcel would not kill her, at least not for now. Richardo knew Macy and she was as tenacious as a cockroach and should be able to keep her life until he gets to her.

He needed to think.

Richardo wanted Macy back, but that would be difficult if Marcel was already using Macy as leverage the same way he was using…. the hacker.

A devilish grin curved the corners of Richardo's lips before he called one of his men.

"Boss," The man approached him, bowing his head without daring to meet his gaze. Although it was just a small organization, Richardo relished respect and was treated like a king.

The members of his gang even respected him more than his father and he had instilled that respect into them through fear. They didn't respect him as a leader, but because they had to else they were in trouble. He was a tyrant even his people didn't dare to cross.

"I need an update on Macy," He needed to confirm that she was taken before making any move. If Marcel has her, then they would meet sooner than expected. But if Macy was avoiding him and intentionally keeping him at arm's length…? Well, that was a problem that needed to be addressed as well.

Richardo couldn't explain it but he felt Macy withdrawing from him recently. He has liked her for a long time since they were kids and only kept being her friend just so they could keep seeing each other and she could confide in him.

He had never forgotten the fear and disgust on her face when she discovered what his father was doing with the children back at the orphanage. So he protected and kept her safe with the hope that one day Macy would look at him differently and not the same way she looked at his father.

Sadly, fate had other plans and he had to leave the country, neither would she come with him no matter how hard he convinced her because she had her vengeance to wreck on Marcel Luciano. But then, luck was on his side by bringing her back to him again and he was not going to lose her this time.

"Yes, boss,"

As soon as the man left, Richardo decided to go visit the little hacker. There has been a little change in plans and he needed her to work a little faster.

One should have seen the way Winters nearly jumped out of her skin when the door was banged open and Richardo came in, announcing,

"Hello, Marcel's little bird."

She choked, her eyes widening with fear while her typing on the keyboard slowed down till she came to a stop.

"Oh dear, you shouldn't stop on my account." He mused, coming to stand beside her, and said not to her, but to the other male in the room with her, "And I paid you Alex to keep an eye on her, not read magazines."

The man called Alex was lounging on the single couch in the room, groaning in disappointment as he tossed the magazine to the side.

"I'm keeping an eye on her."

"Don't give me that bullshit. If you are half as good as her, you should have been the one doing this, you dumb bastard." Richardo scolded him, angrily.

While Marcel had a little girl for a brilliant hacker, all he had was an overgrown adult who couldn't do his work as a hacker properly. He wasn't even sure the bastard deserved that title.

With a grumble, the so-called Alex dragged himself over to Winter's side, leaning on the arm of her seat. Winters had never felt so claustrophobic with both men on her side.

"What's taking too long for me to have the evidence?" Ricardo asked sweetly, but she was not fooled by the look on his face else she would not have these bruises on her face.

Winters had tried dragging time till Marcel found her but he saw through her plans and punished her by slapping her till she saw stars. The only reason he did not harm her further was that he wanted her in good working condition.

She answered timidly, "There are a lot of things to set up and the firewalls are not easy to pull down … not to mention the computers are not mine."

"They are mine." Alex said for clarification, "And boss, she's not kidding. That firewall is a bomb, even I cannot pull it down. It's like a never-ending maze, when you think you have found the way out, but no, it's a dead end…" He trailed off when Richardo pinned him with a glare.

"You put up the firewalls there, you bring it down," Richardo told her through clenched teeth.

"It doesn't work like that. I set it up for him as a gift, so even I cannot bring it down against situations like…." Winters swallowed when she met his murderous eyes.

"I don't think you understand your situation here…" Richardo leaned towards her and Winters couldn't lean back because the damned Alex was at her side.

He threatened her, "If you can't get me what I want by tomorrow morning, I'll cut off your hands so you can no longer be useful to anyone else," He looked down at her hands for emphasis and Winters flexed her hands for good measure. She knew deep down that he was not kidding.

"Do you get my point?"

"Yes, sir." It was crystal clear.

He pulled away from her with a satisfied chuckle before turning to Alex and instructing him, "You keep an eye on her, and if she tries contacting outside help, shoot her in the head without thinking twice. I trust you can handle it."

"Of course, boss," Alex looked at her with a predatory look in his eyes that made Winters shiver, but not in a good way.

He took a lock of her hair and sniffed it, saying, "The both of us are going to have so much fun together."

And with that, Richardo headed out, his phone ringing almost immediately and he smiled when he saw the contact name. It was his fellow in the FBI he had struck the deal with.

"Hello?"

"When do I get the proof of their crimes?"

He went straight to the point.

"Sooner than you think." Richardo hung up on him, while humming a happy tune. The Luciano family was done for this time.