Taken By The Mafia Lord

He had successfully snuck back in only to turn and saw Elvis wide awake and watching him. He nearly screamed in fright and placed his hand on his chest to calm his beating heart.

“Where are you coming from?” was the first question he asked him as expected.

“I went out to answer the call of nature,” Marcel was close to saying when he recalled the toilet was right over there and this isn’t the stone age where he would find the latrine outside the house. Yep, Elvis would have caught him straight away.

The man might not be as smart as his brothers, but everyone knew his desire to stay in Arianna’s room from the very start. It was not difficult to guess. So he said instead, “I woke up thirsty so I decided to go get water.”

“Really?” Elvis said, a gleaming look in his eyes that told him his lie might not be as solid as he thought.

That was when it dawned on Marcel that he could not tell how long Elvis had been up. After all, you can’t get water for an hour, right?

So he added immediately, “I couldn’t find the fridge at first, I mean some people have theirs positioned in the refrigerator and others in the dining and a few in the hallway opening into the kitchen, and your house is so large. So I looked around for a while and did not feel so sleepy anymore after I drank to my full. Then I wandered outside to get some air into my head, there are just a lot of things to plan now that our family is to join forces together to battle Richardo. Right after that, I came straight back to this room.” Marcel pointed to the door to make his emphasis.

By the time Marcel was done, the fight had gone right out of Elvis and he was trying to discern the truth. He had asked one question and Marcel had many answers that very much seemed like a lie. But then, he answered with a straight face and looked so serious it was hard to accuse him of lying. If only he knew how much Marcel’s heart was pounding in his chest.

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When Elvis didn’t answer immediately, he yawned loudly, “Now I feel like sleeping,” He took off his shirt and climbed into bed while his sleeping partner watched him, dumbfounded. Elvis wasn’t even done questioning him and he already went to bed. The audacity! More like shamelessness.

And that was how he was able to escape Elvis that night. Currently, Marcel was back at the base where he was addressing his people and updating them on the next step. He had left as early as possible with Eric sending a few of his men as escorts to make sure he arrived safely without the enemy striking.

Luca was there as soon as he arrived and Marcel had to admit that he felt guilty. He had sent him away like a sacrificial lamb and he did not doubt that Leon had demanded something from him. But then, he had no choice; Luca was a safe bet.

However, instead of Luca lashing out at how he had used or betrayed him, the man instead pulled Marcel into his larger arms and hugged him tight, saying with a warning tone,

“Don’t ever do that again!”

Marcel knew he was referring to his careless move last night. The Draven family could have killed him and they wouldn’t even be faulted, instead, it would be a kickstart to the war between both families.

He pulled back to scold him seriously, “You’re the boss and your life matters more than everyone else in the family. You don’t make a decision like that again in the future, you get it?!”

Marcel smirked, reminding him, “You’re scolding the boss.”

Lucas’s mouth suddenly opened and closed helplessly, it was obvious from the fire burning in his eyes that he wasn’t done giving him a piece of his mind, but at last, he had to recognize his place.

However, Marcel smiled before placing both hands on his shoulder and squeezing gently, saying,

“Thank you, Luca.”

For the first time, tears gleamed in Lucas’ eyes and he pulled Marcel into his arms and all, damning decorum and all. He had never felt so frustrated as last night when he heard what Marcel did and the fact he would only complicate matters had he gone after him. It was the boss’ decision to go in alone and he couldn’t go against it.

The next hour Marcel was agile on his feet after two cups of his favorite black coffee prepared by himself in the absence of Victor and Mimi. Now that he thought about It, it was funny how he got his cousin a wife all thanks to coffee. That brat better be grateful to him for the rest of his life.

While the Draven family had spared him, this was just the beginning of the workload. He would have to meet up with Eric later and together, talk to the other families. Once they agree, their hunt for Richardo begins.

Not that Marcel was waiting around for some pompous Dons from various families – who hated his ass – to come to a decision. With every minute wasted, Richardo was either gaining ground or slipping away. Marcel thought both. Based on his previous attacks, Richardo would definitely try one more time to touch a hair on him while making sure an escape route was ready to flee when it didn’t work out.

Marcel could retaliate but there were chances he would slip away, but the plan is to end him once and for all. His family didn’t have control over all the ports in the city and there were many ways Richardo could sneak out, they had to shut that. With their combined resources, it was possible. Hence, Marcel had already launched a search for him with his resources.

He was in the meeting room with the others when there was a sudden commotion and the next his uncle was there, pushing his way into the room. Marcel gestured the soldier in his path to step away and the man hurried over to him only to drop to his knees in the next minute.

“Marcel, have mercy! Have mercy on my son! He was merely following your father, no, Daniel’s orders.” Benjamin rephrased his words when he remembered Marcel hated to be linked to that man.

“Oh,” Marcel remembered that he had ordered that Gabriel be taken as well. Was he still being tortured? What luck. He nearly forgot about that.

“Uncle, what are you doing?” Marcel suddenly seemed magnanimous as he helped the man up to his knees, “Why are you kneeling at your age? I’m not even your God.”

However, Benjamin shook his head, “No, it’s my fault to have raised such a useless son. I should have taught him better.”

“About what?”

“Huh?”

“Teach him better about what?” Marcel seemed nonchalant, but Benjamin swallowed, knowing that this was a test that would determine whether his son lives or not.

He had to swallow down his shame and said, “I should have taught him better to respect the authority in the family. I should have taught him to have the well-being of the family at heart. I should have taught….” Benjamin went on and on until he was practically groveling.

“Fine,” Marcel ordered Luca, “Give him what’s left of his son.”

And Benjamin fainted, thinking that his son – and the hope of the family – was dead.

Marcel merely shrugged and walked away. Old people apparently don’t know how to take a joke.