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Taken By The Mafia Lord

Chapter 43
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43 How She Was Able To Steal His Wallet Right Under His Nose

“Who missed me!” Victor, Marcel’s consigliere finally returned from his exile, no, break abroad. Since the boss himself had issued his return, he had been expecting a warm return.

So when he arrived at the airport without a single lackey there to give him a grand gesture, he had thought perhaps that Marcel was planning a surprise party at the base. However, when he returned – home sweet home- he was treated to a solemn atmosphere instead.

Victor stood at the front door with his arms in the air awkwardly; he had made an epic entrance.

“Hey,” His hand fell to the side awkwardly, “Why are you guys doing this to me? Who died?” Victor thought he returned on the funeral day of whoever died.

He wasn’t even worried about Marcel, that annoying bug can never be killed. If only Victor knew that was what Marcel thought of him as well – an annoying bug. That was why Marcel sent him away, his own consigliere and core member of his organization.

“The boss is in a bad mood,” One of them finally answered him. Most of them were downstairs pacing up and down uncomfortably. Marcel being in a bad mood was not a good thing because anyone was in danger of death with a single mistake.

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“What happened?” Victor asked, suddenly interested in this case. Marcel hardly gets riled up, it must have been intense.

The man came close to him to whisper into his eyes, “I don’t know what happened but from what I heard, the boss gathered a few men yesterday to get a girl,”

“A girl?” Victor frowned, did that asshole cheat on him just because he was away for a few months. Nonetheless, he leaned in for more gossip.

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“I don’t know what happened next,” the man went on, “But from what I heard, it seems the girl escaped, but most of all, she stole boss’ wallet,”

At the mention of that wallet, Victor’s face distorted at once. A grim smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, this was quite interesting. That young woman must be quite suicidal to have stolen his wallet. Even as his consigliere, he had never touched that wallet. That single wallet he had been using over the years was considered sacred to Marcel.

One time, one of the cleaners had in the process of trying to wash his clothes, misplaced the wallet and had her fingers cut off. In one word, there were enough testimonies to warn anyone from touching it. Well, until now.

“Thank you for your information,” Victor said to the man and began to make his way upstairs. If Marcel was in a bad mood, there was one person that could change that and that was him. Hopefully.

Marcel sat on his seat with an unreasonable expression while a man knelt before him. Macy was standing by his side without talking or moving and they had been that way for an hour now.

“So....” Marcel finally said a word. Although it was relieving that he finally spoke, the tension only escalated. Nothing good could come out from Marcel’s mouth with his face looking like that.

He faced the man on his knees, “You’re trying to tell me that you had the girl....” Marcel gritted his teeth, “The girl that stole my wallet and you let her go?”

“I-I didn’t exactly let her go,” he stammered when he mistakenly looked into Marcel’s eyes. This man was no other than the one who had captured Arianna that night before she was rescued by Elijah.

“I had her and was planning on bringing her when someone attacked me from behind. By the time I regained consciousness, the girl was nowhere to be found and I couldn’t trace her,” he confessed.

At that statement, Marcel and Macy’s eyes met and the both of them came to a mutual understanding yet didn’t say a word. This was the reason Marcel still had her by his side amid her shortcomings, they worked well like the wheels on a bicycle.

“And what should I do with this news of yours?” Marcel sneered, “It didn’t bring the girl nor my wallet, did it?”

“I need time, boss, please! I would surely find her and bring her back!” The man pleaded for a second chance, having known what Marcel’s next action would be. He would blast his head off.

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“Really? You would bring the girl back, huh?” Marcel smirked. Sometimes, people’s desperation was funny.

“Of course, sir, I would find her by all means,” the man was sure. No, he had to be confident else he’s a dead man.

“Fine, you have a day,”

“What?”

“You asked for time, didn’t you? You have a day to restore what you lost,” Marcel told him.

The man lifted his head, gulping. A day? What was he going to do with a day when he doesn’t even have a lead on who took her? But he suspected Big Joe’s men. One of them must have taken her, he would have to bring her back by all means even if it meant infiltrating the gang. Time was against him.

“Of course!” The ignorant man bowed his head to show his appreciation, “Thank you, boss,” He said and left immediately to get the work done.

“He won’t be able to find the girl because Elijah has her and you know that yet you sent him on that goose chase,” Macy pointed out, trying to understand his intention.

“The most painful death is staring death right at the face. Moreover, it’s not that bad of an idea, he knows his time is ticking and human desperation can do a lot of wonders. Who knows, he might be able to find something?” Marcel said, itching for a smoke. It was a bad habit he incurred from his father and at times like this, the wallet was there to remind him. But not anymore.

“On the bright side, it just confirms that the girl knows Elijah and that would make our work easier for when we capture her,” Macy added, “However, I don’t understand something,”

Marcel glanced up at her, “What is it?”

“You’re a very vigilant man, yet how was an ordinary girl able to go as far as stealing your wallet right under your nose?”