The Shark Mafia Boss

Chapter 43 - Where is she?

Raphael POV

It’s been several months since the last time I saw Olivia, I have been living my life, working hard,

playing hard.

I became everyone’s worst nightmare, I became even colder, with more thirst for power than ever, I

was planning on destroying the English, and the Russians were helping me.

Everyone blocked Olivia’s number, including me. I only go to high society places where I know I won’t

be able to find her and the guest list is always checked before I attend for her name, just to be sure.

I know that John is out of the hospital and well, it took him two months to wake up, and for once I didn’t

help them out, I didn’t pay for the hospital bill. The only thing I keep paying is her wages for her job. But

even that I don’t worry anymore, It comes as a direct debit from my account to the university to her

account. I sold the flat and I am no longer her landlord, but she doesn’t know that either.

There is only one of my men looking after her, as she is still my ex-girlfriend and someone might want

to use her against me. I have a war coming my way and I need her out of the way. He only reports back

once a month to let us know they are alive and well. I don’t want to know anything about her.

If she is single, married, engaged, I don’t want to know. She dismissed me as if I meant nothing to her. I

know I did it before, but I came back. I told her I was in love with her and she said no. She didn’t want

this life, so that’s what I am doing, keeping her away from me, and my dangerous lifestyle.

“Boss” – I hear Tim’s voice

“Yeah mate” – I say looking at him while he closes the door of my office behind him.

“There’s a Lucia Evans trying to contact you for the bank deal”

“I thought you handled it”

“She won’t do business with me”

“Lucia Evans, that name is familiar”

“Maybe someone you fucked before?”

“Piss off” – I say showing him the middle finger NôvelDrama.Org © content.

“Just asking” – he says while he laughs.

“Okay, tell, what’s her name, my new secretary to book a meeting with her tomorrow”

“Alicia”

“Yeah that”

“You need to stop fucking them, you need to stick to the same secretary mate, we’ve been paying a lot

of money to avoid them leaking the story to the press”

“What? That they had consensual sex with their boss?”

“Yeah, and that after they get fired”

“I don’t like sluts”

“Yeah, keep it in your pants mate”

“Fine, anything else dad?”

“No” – Tim says while he walks out of my office and I turn my chair around to look at the beautiful view

of New York.

It’s getting dark and all the lights are on. It’s almost thanksgiving and soon the Christmas lights will be

on.

My phone starts to ring and it’s Joseph

“Boss”

“Yeah?”

“John has been looking for you”

“Who?”

“Olivia’s john”

“What does he want?”

“I don’t know, I just know he’s been asking about you”

“He can find me here”

As if it was fucking magic my office phone rings and it’s Alicia (ha, i remembered her name) saying that

Mr. John Campbell was being really pushy to see me.

“let him in”

“I will call you later Joseph”

“Okay boss”

As I put my phone down on my desk I see the door opening and my secretary walking in escorting

John.

I stand up and walk towards him offering my hand for him to shake

“John, good to see you healthy”

He shakes my hand and I can see he is nervous.

“Anything I can do to help?”

“Look, I am gonna be straight foreword with you, I don’t know if the rumors are true or not”

“Rumours?” – I interrupt him

“Yeah, that you run a cartel, or a gang or something like that, but I need your help”

“Okay” – I say taking a seat on my chair and pointing at the chair standing in front of my desk turned to

me.

John sits down and he starts fiddling with his fingers

“Is it true?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about” – I say with a dry tone of voice.

“Look, I don’t care if you are a criminal, but I need your help to get Olivia back”

“What do you mean?”

“Olivia has been missing for more than two weeks, I have been looking everywhere for her, the NYPD

is involved, but there are no leads.

“Could she have gone on vacations somewhere?”

“No, she would never disappear like this and not tell me where she was going, besides she left

everything behind, her phone, her clothes, everything, not even her parents are able to contact her”

“I don’t know what you want me to do” – I say while I think about who I need to contact to find her.

“I know you have money and resources, and, please, I think she in trouble”

“Okay, give me a couple of days to try and find her, but I can’t promise you anything”

“Thank you very much, this is my number” – he says passing me a business card that I take.

“I will keep in touch” – I say while I shake his hand and see him starting to walk out.

When he reaches for the door he stops and looks back at me. I can see he wants to say something so I

raise one of my eyebrows waiting for him to speak.

“You know she loves you right?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Olivia, she loves you, you were all she could talk about”

My heart skips a beat and my hands start to shake, I can feel my anxiety peaking, I need him to leave

so I can handle this.

I say nothing and he leaves. The moment the door closes I start fiddling with my fingers taking deep

breathes.

When I manage to control my anxiety I grab my phone and do a conference call with Joseph and

Michael.

“Boss” – they both say at the same time

“Olivia is missing, find her, get in touch with her guard and see why I wasn’t informed about this”

“Yes boss” – Michael replies

“Are you okay Raphael?” – Joseph asks and I take a deep breath.

“I will be when you find her, she’s been missing for two weeks, get her back”

“Sure boss”

I put my phone down and I turn my chair again to the big glass behind me. I look out and start to think

about her. Has been a while since I thought about her, and how much I actually miss her.

Olivia POV

It’s been 28 days since I have been taken away from my friends and family. I still don’t know who my

kidnaper is. I have only been locked in a really comfortable bedroom with a bathroom, I have only

comfortable clothes here, nothing fancy. Leggings, oversized t-shirts, and hoodies.

I don’t understand what is happening, and why would someone do this to me. I haven’t been with

Raphael for months so this couldn’t be related to him. He has been seen with other women all over the

magazines and newspapers. I am history, I am not a part of his life anymore.

There’s a knock on the door and I know by now that when that happens I need to take a seat on the

chair that is in the corner. This bedroom has no windows, no natural light, the walls are covered with

wallpaper pretending to be New York.

The first 4 days I refused to eat anything, I just had water, but now I can’t afford that anymore, I am

hungry.

I spent the first week screaming, asking who’s doing this to me and what do they want from me, I am

no one, but I had no answers.

I only see a blonde girl that comes in to feed me now. I still have bruises on my body from the beating I

endured the first couple of weeks while I tried to escape, and refused to eat. I realized it was better to

just go with the flow.