Taken By The Mafia Lord

The bastard said to him after he was done with his laughing fit, “You might have won this round, but you lost someone close to you. At least I managed to land a scratch on you.” He mocked him.

“You’re right, I was careless and lost my beloved cousin,” Marcel did not attempt to correct the impression that Victor was dead and went along with his games. Sometimes the most satisfying revenge was the truth. Richardo would be more devastated to learn that the victim he assumed was dead, was alive and kicking – and that was why Victor needed to survive this. He can’t die. It would be a huge shame.

Marcel said, “I am unlike you who has lost everything and everyone that mattered to you….. or maybe not everyone.” He smirked before adding, “You still have Macy.”

There was a brief silence on Richardo’s side as if it just hit him that his lover had been spared from the chaos, unlike his father who had been killed.

“I don’t know whether it’s intentional or not, but I guess I should thank you for keeping her alive. Or perhaps you just don’t have the heart to kill her because of your history. I know it all, Marcel.” He wasn’t even grateful.

Marcel burst into laughter only for his tone to turn serious the next minute as he said, “If you knew me too well, then you should have accepted my gift while I was still being nice.”

He added, “Enjoy your time with Macy, Richardo. I wish both of you happiness forever.” And that was it, Marcel hung up on him.

However, that was not all because as soon as Marcel ended that call, he called up another number as soon as he was done. As soon as the call connected, he gave out a command.

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“Do it now.”

And he ended the call too.

It wouldn’t save Victor from dying nor make him – Marcel – feel better, but he liked to pay back with the same measure – if not worse. Slipping his phone back into the pocket of his pants, Marcel let out a long deep breath. It has been a long night and he was dead tired, but he couldn’t leave here, not without getting good news about Victor.

“Marcel?!”

He heard Arianna calling for him and composed himself at once. She cannot know that he was weary. His fatigue was his problem to deal with, not hers.

Since he was around the corner, Marcel answered, “I’m here.”

Arianna was quick to locate him and he put on a smile for her immediately.

“What are you doing here? Are you done with your test? I couldn’t find your doctor, nor were you around in the examination room?” She questioned him with her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Marcel couldn’t help but smile, sometimes she was too observant for her good. He simply drew her into his arms, albeit gently, and hugged her. He affectionately rubbed his face on hers before burying her face into her neck and murmuring, “I’m good. I simply need rest and pain relievers.”

Arianna shivered upon the contact of his heated lips on her skin, but she pushed the feelings to the back of her mind. This was not the time for it.

She slowly entangled herself from his hold causing his eyebrows to furrow slightly, but said to him, “You need to go and have a rest.”

“You want me to return home?”

“Exactly. You heard the doctor, Marcel. You need a break and you don’t look good either. You need to rest, my mother and I and Ezra can take care of the rest. ”

“I am not stepping a foot out of here until I’m sure Victor is out of the operating room and well.”

“Marcel -!”

“It’s final.”

Arianna halted once she saw that stubborn look in his eyes and knew there was nothing more she could do to convince him. She couldn’t blame him anyway knowing how close he and Victor were. But then, he was in no position to look after anyone for now

“Fine, let’s do this then.”

Minutes later, Marcel took a private room in the hospital just to rest his head.

“The operation would take time so you should close your eyes even for a few minutes. I’ll wake you up as soon as I get news about Victor.” Arianna promised him and only then was Marcel able to relax with her beside him.

He shut his eyes while Arianna lay beside him, running her hand through his hair, and in no time, he gave in to sleep.

Meanwhile…

Richardo was unsettled by the creepy compliment from Marcel. Well, he had nothing to fear and shouldn’t think about it. As if on cue, he heard his name being called and lifted his head to see that it was Macy.

His heart leaped in joy. Richardo might have lost everything but he had her and she came back for him. Thus, a smile graced his features and he opened his arms wide for Macy.

At first, Macy was walking towards him, but she picked up speed and ran into his open arms. She might not have loved this man at first, but everything changed after tonight. He saved her life after everyone else turned their back on her. She was willing to love him now and together, the both of them would destroy Marcel.

They broke out of the embrace and Macy was just about to speak to him when she heard a buzzing sound in her head. It was low at first but increased in frequency until the point where she was clutching her head and screaming in pain.