Taken By The Mafia Lord

The smile was still on his lips when someone suddenly stood in front of him. Because Marcel had been distracted, he hadn’t noticed her coming and only caught her figure from the corner of his eyes at the last minute.

“If this isn’t our very own Marcel,” She smirked, showing off sparkling white teeth and an odd amusement in her eyes that could almost be mistaken as mockery.

“Cindy,” He breathed upon seeing his other cousin – one of his second cousins.

The girl was young, eighteen-year-old Marcel guessed – he wasn’t exactly in the mood to keep tabs on his relatives – and she kept a minimal affiliation with the family business because she was a celebrity. Cindy was more engrossed in using the family’s name and resources to boost her career – which meant nobody crossed her because of her background.

Perhaps because of her family’s influence, Cindy was a trouble magnet and was by no means remorseful for her scandals – that never comes to the limelight – because her cousins were there to clean up her mess. So yeah, in one word, you could call her a spoiled brat.

Standing at five foot eight, Cindy was quite tall with her long professionally dyed rainbow-colored hair tied up in two scrunchies. The half-up pigtails gave her a perky double ponytail effect coupled with her doll face made her look super playful, especially with pieces of hair left out around the face.

With her make-up face and a little star tattoo at the corner of her eyes, Cindy had one hundred dollars bills manicured onto her finger looking much like the pop star she was. And yeah, those dollar bills are very much real because they were ripped and then placed on the plastic nails before they were painted by her nail technician. The girl was a big show-off and Marcel was the least gladdened by her company.

“You look very good, the boss position treating you well?” She inquired, her eyes lit up with curiosity.

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“Why?” Marcel glanced down at her, donning his indifferent mask once again. He could not show his emotions, that was the number one rule of being a boss, “You want a taste of my position? Just say it, who knows I might be magnanimous enough to let you rule for a day,” He appeared to be joking when he wasn’t. Two can play this game.

“Nah...” Cindy cooed, placing the tip of her pointed nails at the base of his throat and Marcel didn’t react even though he knew she could hurt him if she dared to sink them a little bit deeper enough to break the skin.

From a distance, Marcel could see the way his security details stiffened and were about to make a move when he gestured to them with his eyes to stay still. He could handle this.

In the hands of an enemy, that single nail was an effective weapon and positioned at the throat which was quite a vulnerable part of the body, Marcel wondered if his ostentatious cousin knew the message she was trying to pass across?

Her grandfather had killed his uncle, Albine, was she trying to do the same? Marcel guessed she didn’t know that since the girl was an airhead anyway.

Cindy went on, this time dragging the nail down to his chest, scratching against the fabric of his top, “I prefer to sit back and watch the work being done, however, if you’re still feeling magnanimous enough, my brother would do a good work,” and by brother, she meant Gabriel – another of his cousin and competition.

“So what do you say to that?” She actually looked hopeful, finally taking her claws of a nail off him.

Marcel smiled at her, however, before she could detect his next move, he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her head back earning a surprised squeal from her and as well drawing attention to them.

“What are you doing?!” Cindy’s eyes were now wild with a hint of fear in them.

“I guess your parents didn’t teach you how to respect your elders, let me give you a little lesson on that,” Marcel’s expression held a dark promise and before Cindy could cry for help, he flicked her on the forehead with his finger.

Just a single flick and Cindy screamed as if a knife was being held to her throat yet Marcel didn’t care nor did anyone dare to interrupt him. As long as he didn’t kill her, even Cindy’s bodyguard wouldn’t interfere because Marcel held the sovereign authority as the boss.

Even with all his position, she wasn’t scared enough to touch him, Marcel scoffed in his mind as he continued to punish her. It wasn’t until Cindy was a crying mess and her forehead was a deep shade of red that Marcel finally let her go.

“Mummy!” Cindy shouted at the top of her voice.

“That’s enough!” A voice boomed from behind and a stern-looking female appeared, striding towards Cindy.

She was wearing a two-piece suit that framed her figure in all the right places looking formal yet sharp with her hair gelled back and her bag by her side.

That was no other than Adele, the elder sister to Cindy and a relative to Marcel as well. But unlike the others, she was an illegitimate child.

Upon reaching Cindy, Adele landed a slap that whipped her head to the side, saying in a stretched tone, “You should be lucky he didn’t give you worse punishment for disrespecting him!” She scolded her.

However, Cindy looked up with animosity and when Marcel had been expecting a fight, Cindy simply shove past her – pushing Adele out of the way – swearing.

Even after the huge show, Adele stood still, without a trace of emotion on her face and when it was obvious that Cindy had left, she bowed her head in apology.

“I’m sorry for that, please forgive her ”

Without waiting for his response, she had already turned on her heel, heading into the lobby.

Marcel simply watched her till she was out of sight and let out a deep breath.

Welcome to his family.