Taken By The Mafia Lord

335 Take What’s His

“His name is David Smith, age thirty-five, and is currently separated from his wife. They both have a daughter, six years of age and I’m sure he wouldn’t love to lose her.” Victor summarized before he handed the report to Marcel.

He took the report and leaned back in his seat, going through the information they had gotten on the owner of the cleaning company.

“The daughter -?”

“Adele is retrieving her as we speak,” Victor informed his cousin who nodded in approval.

Honesty, Marcel was not a huge fan of kidnapping kids but he had to get the job done. You see human beings were annoying, resilient, and stubborn, and men like David Smith would need a little convincing.

He doubted the man had many things he was attached to except his business and family. And while he could screw with his business to get him to agree to the deal he had in mind, that would need time. Unfortunately, time wasn’t on his side and he had just two days to make this work.

So yeah, he was a bit mad at the moment. When you have your sister and the stubborn woman he fell for on the line, you would go the extra mile to make sure they’re safe.

Honestly, Marcel doesn’t even understand why he was entertaining this crazy idea. He could easily refuse Arianna from going on this dangerous mission, notwithstanding she won the deal. After all, there was always one possible loophole he could exploit and deny her victory.

Moreover, she had won through tricks. That wasn’t even considered a victory. In a face-to-face confrontation, the enemy wouldn’t wait around for her to dance. But then, distraction was a strong weapon and Arianna seemed to be good at it.

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So, he would be killing Arianna if he denied her that. Arianna was a Phoenix with her wings on fire that needed to be spread abroad for people to behold her beauty. But that was the problem, he didn’t need other people to see her beauty lest they plan to convert her.

Arianna was his and his alone and God help him if another rival other than Elijah shows up, he would blast his head off and ridden them with bullets. They don’t get to take what’s his.

“We’d set off -” Marcel was just about to say when his phone rang, interrupting him. He looked down at his phone, trying to see who had interrupted him only to see that it was Clara calling.

The risk of this mission had put Marcel in a sour mood, however, the moment he saw that call, his face disfigured immediately. It was enough that he had a lot on his plate and the bimbo is trying to bother him?

Marcel didn’t even think twice before putting the phone on silent and keeping it far away from him else the beeping and lighting of the screen distracts him. He did not doubt that Clara had no good reason for calling him.

Who knows what trick or blackmail she has up her sleeve. Sadly, he was too busy to play her games at the moment. Saving his sister and Arianna from untimely death was his priority, others could come later.

Victor who witnessed the whole action didn’t say anything, already having an inkling of who that was. Aside from that, Marcel’s business was his to solve and he had no business to butt in – except of course it involved him and the people he loved.

“We would leave low-key,” Marcel informed him, drawing his attention back to the present, “And although we would leave together, you’re not coming with him.”

“You would use me to create a diversion,” Victor figured out.

Marcel looked at him, “We can’t let that old man find out else everything would be for nothing. Moreover, this would be a chance to pluck out the weed I might have missed out on the last time,” He hinted that he would purge the spies amongst his soldiers.

“Remind me never to be your enemy,” Victor was fascinated at how his cousin’s mind worked. But he added almost immediately, “And your father’s as well.” He was scared of the two of them.

But then, while father and son were cruel, Marcel had a bit of humanity inside of him. His cousin was some sort of fixer, he was sure of leaving compensation behind when he wrecks havoc. But Daniels drags everything down to the bottom of the sea. However, in the end, Marcel was still his father’s son and no one knows when the humanity inside of him would be extinguished.

One thing was for sure, though. If that were to happen, he bet it was linked to Arianna. Victor could already feel the war brewing in the future because of her. Honestly, he liked Arianna and was in support of his cousin’s choice, but if she would bring the doom of the Luciano family, he would not allow that.

“I’ve set everything in place. You should get prepared, we will be leaving in an hour.” Marcel told him, arranging his desk at the same time.

“Sir, yes, sir!” Victor shouted and made a dramatic salute before turning for the door. However, before he got to the entrance, Victor suddenly said to his cousin, grinning sheepishly.

“We will be returning tomorrow. Be sure to receive enough hugs from her else you miss her too much. If possible, have a quickie, I can wait a little more.”

“Get out!” Marcel didn’t even look at his desk when he grabbed the nearest object and hurled it at his cousin.

Of course, Victor swiftly dodged it and blew a raspberry at him before running off while the object he tossed at him shattered.

But then, it was at that moment that Marcel recognized what he had just broken, and his heart shattered into pieces. It was his limited edition Tuscan Bone China cup used by Queen Elizabeth II in 1953.

A vein popped in Marcel’s head, his precious cup. Did he just destroy his precious cup? His feet gave out and he had to support himself with the help of his desk.

“Victor!” He screamed at the top of his voice.

That bastard was going to pay for this!