Taken By The Mafia Lord

134 His First Kill

Marcel had not been able to sleep a wink last night and was up before the first crow of the morning. He had a few cases of insomnia and tonight seems to be one of those days.

Most times it always took him drugs to go to sleep but when Arianna had been around, it was like she had been his special concoction. Her presence was distracting and all he needed was for her to royally piss him off and he’d go to bed annoyed, his demons pushed to the back of his mind.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t sleep but his sleep was usually plunged with nightmares of his troubling childhood and most times, his first kill. Why was his first kill so significant?

His first kill was his debut as a “made man” and Marcel accomplished that while he was merely thirteen years of age. It was a Mafia initiation ritual to become a made man before being welcomed as a member of the gang. While a novice would follow the custom of pricking fingers to draw blood and taking an oath of loyalty to the Luciano family, Marcel had not done any of those since he was royalty himself – the son of the Boss of the Luciano family.

Marcel only had to accomplish his first kill. A made person was supposed to make a kill that was approved by the leadership of his family, else retaliatory hits would be made, possibly inciting a war. And his father Daniel had been the one to approve his own kill, overseeing the whole process, after all, he wanted to see what his son was capable of.

His first kill had been an Associate. Now an Associate is not a member of the Mafia, but works for a crime family nonetheless. And this particular Associate had provoked his father by brokering a deal between two other gangs that had been detrimental for the Luciano family and he had to be eliminated. And yeah, no one else but his one and only son, was the man for the job.

His five ft two thirteen-year-old son had to go against a six ft one older man and his father Daniel was not bothered at all, if anything he was filled with anticipation. Marcel had been trained from young and though he couldn’t be termed a professional as of then, his excellent marksmanship and ability to assemble a gun in seconds was definitely praiseworthy.

His mother might have been useless to his father but she gave him the best gift in the form of a talented son. No wonder his father had not been able to send her away as he wanted because he – Marcel – had been defensive of her and Daniel knew better than to turn his son into an enemy. Marcel was his only son and child, losing him would be the end of everything. Everything he was doing was for him, so he says.

As his heir and son, Marcel usually followed his father to several meetings – and executions. He knew what was expected of him and was left to figure out how to do it. He had the Associate stalked and went over his schedule and of which most times, he was usually flanked by guards until he saw an opening.

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The Associate had a date with his daughter in an amusement park and his daughter made it known to him that she didn’t like the guards that followed him around. To please his daughter, he had them stay far away from him such that his daughter couldn’t see them while performing their duty.

Marcel recognized that the guards would be the problem and searched for a way to get rid of them. It was one thing to kill your target and it was another to come back alive and his father apparently gave an S-rated Mission to a child. Until now, Marcel still wondered what was going on in that mad man’s head when he did that, what if something happened to him?

Marcel was to prove himself hence external forces were not permitted. Although he couldn’t help but wonder if his father Daniel would have gone out of the way to help him if things had gone wrong. Daniel was an unpredictable mad man so Marcel couldn’t exactly answer that.

But on D-day, the population of the park did him a good favor. It was difficult for the guards to keep up with the crowd’s enthusiasm and keep an eye as well on the Associate dragged away by his overzealous daughter. Marcel watched them in the shadows and no one suspected him, after all, it was completely normal for a thirteen-year-old with a silencer gun to accurately take out an adult man, right?

The opportunity came when the Associate went to get an ice cream cone from a vendor and Marcel made his move. Little Marcel intended to leave as soon as he came once he fulfilled his mission.

However, when he intentionally bumped into the Associate and before the man could apologize, he released two shots swiftly into his body, intending to disappear before raising suspicion. But Marcel stopped short at the sight of his daughter.

His eyes connected with his daughter’s and Marcel saw her watch him hide the gun into the inside of his jacket and for a moment none of them said a word until the man slumped and her gaze moved to her father before she released an ear-piercing scream.

Marcel was gone before the girl could look back and identify him as the killer. But even as he ran, he couldn’t outrun the guilt that filled his heart. His father had celebrated his kill and his men praised him as a prodigy but that was the day he saw himself as a monster.

His father taught him to kill without regrets but the regret of his first kill was forever etched in his soul and he couldn’t cleanse it no matter how hard he tried. He only knew there was a section in hell reserved for people like him where he would rot forever.