Taken By The Mafia Lord

136 Elijah Didn’t Have A P*ssy

Unable to stand the tie anymore, Marcel slipped it out of his neck and was just about to toss it to God knows where when his phone beeped with a message. He picked up the phone thinking it was from one of the hundreds of men under his command only to find otherwise. It was the coordinates for the meeting; he just received the location.

Why was he texted the locations an hour to the meeting? Well, the location had to be discreet in case they had enemy spies who might try to take them out using this opportunity. Imagine if their meeting place was bombed? That would be killing two birds with one stone: the entire Luciano family would be wiped out.

“Right on time,” Marcel muttered as soon as the door to his room was opened and a figure walked in. He didn’t need to turn or look at the mirror in front of him to know who that was. Everyone had distinct footsteps and he had a habit of mastering it. It saved his life a few times.

“Boss,” Samuel acknowledged his presence.

“Get the car ready, the location has been sent....” Marcel hesitated a moment as if he was trying to remember something, “And tell Victor I’m leaving without him if he continues to spend time dressing up like a lady,”

“Aye, boss,” Samuel said, speaking instructions in lowered tone into the wired comms in his ear. He was dressed in a suit just as the other soldiers that would be coming with him on this journey.

Marcel abandoned the suit and chose to wear a charcoal black fitted turtleneck top with its corresponding pants, finalizing his look with a burgundy red coat since the weather was cold today. With his blonde hair gelled back, Marcel looked particularly classy – and of course warm- with the coat giving a minimalistic look with the buttons hidden under a double-layered set of buttonholes.

“Done boss,” Samuel informed him as soon as he was done with the errand.

Marcel barely mumbled a response, checking his appearance in the mirror, and was satisfied with what he saw. He was sick and tired of suits, not to mention that everyone else would be dressed in the same manner.

.....

“What about the other errand?” He asked nonchalantly, at least, he attempted to be. Matters regarding Arianna were quite touchy for him – and his soldiers as well. He knew Samuel won’t go around spewing his matters but men talked and he didn’t want to seem like he was obsessed with the girl. Gosh, when did he begin to care about what people said about him – well, until Arianna.

“Good as a person could be, at least that’s what my sources said,” Samuel replied, a bit disgruntled. Having learned the first time, he didn’t need a prophet to tell him the other errand involved that girl.

“And did that source happen to know if Big Joe laid a hand on her?” Marcel finally turned to him, eyeball to eyeball while fixing his watch on his wrist. There was a warning in his gaze, reminding Samuel of his place in this organization and how replaceable he was.

Getting the point, Samuel stood straighter and with a professional tone, answered, “She was able to hold her own,”

Marcel was not surprised by that news yet he was relieved at the same time. If there was one woman capable of surviving the fiercest of places, it was Arianna. He admired her fighting spirit – and stubbornness. His only problem with her was that she trusted easily and he would have to correct that... What the fuck was he saying? They would have no reason to meet after he got his hands on Elijah.

“And Elijah? Did you do as I said?”

“Yes, boss. We have strict surveillance on the gang and so far, we haven’t spotted a new face,” Samuel said.

Since Elijah was good at masquerading himself, Marcel was of the opinion he had already infiltrated the Red Giant Gang with a false identity which was how he was able to get his information easily. Or he had an insider that helped him on the outside. It had to be one of those.

“The newcomers are a month older nor have we suspected any suspicious activity from his goons,”

Marcel was disappointed by that answer. He refused to believe that there was no way he couldn’t get his hands on one man. Left alone, he would chase Elijah to the end of the world but he had other Elijah non-related problems that required his attention as well. The well-being of the organization was his priority.

“However....”

At the mention of “however,” Marcel’s expression lit up with anticipation for a positive report.

“There’s been tension in the gang lately after Kenith’s imprisonment,” Samuel disclosed.

“Tension like...?”

“I have a feeling there might a revolt in the gang very soon,”

“You feel?”

“My sources say there have been secret meetings late at night and all involved were people loyal to Kenith. I would have thought they would break him out from his imprisonment already but they’re delaying which could only mean one thing,”

“Power is changing hands soon,” Marcel said, dark amusement in his gaze. This is what happens when you’re not capable enough to lead a band of criminals under you. Instead, Big Joe had let a capable dog take the lead for a long time, and now, the dog has come to bite the owner. He was still musing over the fact when it hit him.

“That is it!” Marcel shouted suddenly.

“That is what!” Samuel was surprised at the boss’ sudden burst of inspiration.

“Kenith would strike on their wedding day and Elijah must know this as well because that’s the same time he intends to get Arianna out... Oh my God,” Marcel gasped as he thought of something and Samuel could only look on in confusion. What was his boss rambling about?

“I thought I had the upper hand here but Elijah has been the master planner all along. He foresaw this happening and planned the events leading to this moment – the attacks on my men, me sending Arianna away to the only place he could get her out easily. I thought I was setting a trap for him by sending Arianna away, but he was the one who played me... ”

There was a sudden fire in Marcel’s eyes, one that was capable enough of ravaging anything in his path. He smirked, “Fine, he wants to play this game, I’m in, ”

He turned to Samuel, “Send as many men as possible, fortify the Red Giants territory and get me an invitation to the wedding, I would love to see how Elijah gets through that,” Marcel looked like he had gone crazy as he gave that order.

His eyes were wild and held a dark promise for what was to befall Elijah. There were only a few people who could get him this excited without a bullet lodged in their head already. Marcel got a worthy opponent and it would be fun to take him down.

“Yes, boss,” Samuel answered, knowing that any disobedience on his part at that moment would result in death. Marcel was far gone from the realm of mercy right now and it was in his best interest to behave. He just prayed Elijah ran as far as he could else he’s a dead man.

“Who said I dressed like a woman!” The tension in the room vanished the way glass shatters on impact with a hard surface as soon as Victor trudged into the room, fuming.

He approached his cousin wagging a finger at him, “How could you ruin my reputation like – wait a minute, what’s with the annoying pressure here?” Victor noticed at the last minute.

When no one answered him, Victor was about to comment on that when he took in Marcel’s appearance and gasped, “No way, this psychic connection has to end now!” He referred to Marcel who was dressed in the same manner as he was. Well, not exactly but almost.

While Marcel was donning a black turtleneck top, Victor chose navel blue instead and his coat was a silver color and yes, it was the same make.

Marcel rolled his eyes, he was not ready for his cousin’s drama this morning. He had a family of sharks to face – and conquer. So he simply picked his gloves and as if on cue, Samuel announced, “Boss, the car is ready,”

Without even a word to his cousin, Marcel was about to leave when Victor latched onto his arms – as he feared.

“Get off,” He tried to pull free of him all to no avail.

“Why are you being so somber this morning?” Victor comically mimicked a woman’s voice.

Marcel rubbed his temple with his free hand, already contemplating on ways to dump Victor to his aunt later in the day – he still hadn’t told the moron his mother eventually made it.

“Is it because I didn’t make your coffee, darling?” Victor continued to torture him, “Don’t blame me, my student didn’t make it today. Blame her instead,” He hinted at Mimi, “But don’t worry, I’d hunt her down later in the day,”

Marcel sighed, “Let the poor girl rest, I’m sure she’s still trying to wrap her head around all of this,” He said, knowing how Victor enjoyed the thrill of the chase like a fucking psychopath.

If only Victor could focus that energy on Elijah, he would be highly relieved. Sadly, Elijah didn’t have two mounds on his chest and a p*ssy.