My Possessive Mafia Fiancé

Chapter 8

“Investigate this name Harold and give me the file right now.”

The man before him was shaking like mad, trembling in his spot with fear as he reached for the phone to dial the number of someone named Harold Finch.

It took only a few seconds until the man handed the phone to him.

“Yes sir, we found it!” The other man said.

The next moment, he hung up and walked out of the room without any explanation leaving behind an even more terrified looking man.

Liam didn't bother calling up his subordinates who knew about his plans, they would just call back and tell him that Harold was safe at least that's what he thought. He wasn't stupid enough to believe that his boss could actually be alive. So instead, he called his friend that knew everything about the organization, Charles.

“Liam? Is something wrong?” Liam was silent on the phone for several seconds.

“Are you okay? I know I haven't talked with you since Christmas but if there is something wrong I will do my best to help.”

“I'm fine. It doesn't matter.” Liam finally said. “You'll see when you get here.”

Charles gave a sigh on the other end of the line and then proceeded to say goodbye. Once the call ended, Harry placed the phone on the desk behind his desk and sat down on one of the chairs. He was nervous, scared even but he had to calm himself or else he might end up hurting someone.

There was no way his friends and family members would ever find out, especially not his mother, he wanted them to think that he was perfectly sane, that nothing had changed. His plan was foolproof. He was going to destroy everything he held dear once again. There were no other options. And no one would know except for the people inside the organisation who he had already recruited.

Once all the men were under his control and he controlled them all, there was nothing stopping him from getting rid of everyone he loved. But that was all for later, right now, he had to focus on Harold. That was all the people outside mattered. No matter how much he hurt them, no matter how bad they had hurt him, he would always make sure that they paid.

He knew that Harold was smart, maybe too smart for his own good but his intelligence was exactly what Liam needed right now.

Harold couldn't talk or think straight which meant he wouldn't notice anything until it was too late. And when he did, it'd be over. Everything he had fought so hard for would be gone because of someone else.

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing. As he grabbed it from off the table, his heart skipped a beat thinking he missed a message from Shaw but upon opening the screen he saw the picture of Harold instead. The text was simple,

'What's his address?' Liam quickly typed a response,

'719 Broadway.' before closing the app and throwing it on the floor where it landed in a pile of papers. He got up and put on some black dress pants and a white button up shirt. He was ready. All he needed now was the last piece of equipment; a gun he'd taken from a soldier during the war that he knew was going to come in handy.

The walk down the hall to the elevator was very quick. The only thing stopping him from running was a small voice in the back of his mind saying it was too dangerous to go down there and he had to be careful. Still, those voices never stopped him before. The elevator opened automatically, and soon enough, he was standing in front of the door he was supposed to go through.

It wasn't exactly normal for doors to suddenly appear in his office but this time seemed different. Maybe it was just coincidence but he decided to take one step forward anyway.

He stepped into the dark room and waited. He listened for any signs of life or a sound to indicate someone had come through. When he heard nothing

“Nakalimutan mo na ba?” Liam ask Nicholas.

“Ang alin?”

“Ayan ka yaman mong tao ulyanin ka, Kababata mo si Harold!” Liam shouted at sabay sabay na natawa ang lahat.

“The f**k!?” He exclaimed.

“Magpagaling ka na kasi para mapakasalan mo na yung fiancé mo. Di mo nga close eh!” Pang aasar ni Charles sa kanya.

When it comes to work seryuso sila pero kung hindi parang 5 years old.

“She doesn't want to see me. But nakita ko siya kahapon sa coffee shop and something came up kaya pinatawag ko kayo.” He explained.

“So ayun lang pala dahilan mo gunggung ka?! Nag seselos ka lang pala puta ka. Ang layo pa nang binyahe ko.” Sabi ni Charles.

“Saan ka ba galing?” Tanong ni Liam.

“Laguna to Tagaytay!” Singhal niya.

“Ahhh! Layo nga talaga! Ako nga ang lapit eh! Galing pa akong Russia papunta dito sa tagaytay.” Sabi niya naman.

“Gagu! Tadyakan kita eh!” Sabay sabay silang nagawang lima sa kagaguhan nila.

“By the way Lucian at Dame may ipapagawa ako sa inyo.” Nicholas said.

Kaya lumapit sila ay nag usap tungkol sa gagawin nilang plano. Kapag si Nicholas nag plano walang sablay walang sabit malinis walang mansa.

“Subaybayan niyo yang lalaking yan nakikita ko sa cctv potage na sinusundan niya si Rye. Mag dadalawang linngo na.” Sabi niya.

“Sag kayong gagawa nang gulo kapag ito sumabit kayo talaga isasabit ko.” Banta niya sa kasama.

Akala mo simpleng bagay lang. Lima silang namumuno sa organisasyon na pinapatakbo ni Nicholas simula nang siya ay 16 pa lamang hanggang ngayon.

“Fucker, That's Apollo. Sinundan niya si Rye dahil hindi naman talaga umalis ang lalaking yan. Mahal pa ang fiancé mo.” Komento ni Charle.

“Kill that man if he do anything stupid.” Sabi ni Nicholas bago lumabas nang hideout nila.

Ganyan si Nicholas magalit.