Taken By The Mafia Lord

"Thanks for this grand opportunity of working closely with you," Adele expressed her gratitude to Marcel just as they clinked their glasses before they took a swig of their drink simultaneously.

Adele's face scrunched up a bit from the incredibly strong drink, Marcel must be a cultured man to not even react to the hard stuff.

"You don't need to thank me, you deserve the position. I'm sure you are going to do a good job here," Marcel told her, pouring himself another round.

And this my dear, was the little party he organized for her, just a drink between the both of them. Perhaps, Victor would have been a welcomed company - if he knew where the hell he was. Sometimes, Marcel couldn't help but wonder if he was the boss or a babysitter because Victor sure made him feel the latter.

A tense silence fell on the both of them afterward and Marcel didn't need to be told the reason for this demureness.

"You know," Adele started, her glass hanging from her fingers, "That warning was really unnecessary,"

"Don't take it to heart, it was just a forewarning," He hinted that there was no bad blood between them.

Adele blinked, taken aback by the fact Marcel had gone straight to the point by admitting his involvement in the attack. Most people she knew would beat around the bush and play games with her - wasting both her time and theirs - before admitting their crimes. She had to admit, Marcel got her respect.

"You chose me as your underboss in the first place, you supposedly had a bit of trust in me to have made such a move in the first place," She argued with him.

"Exactly," Marcel conceded to the fact, surprising her so much that she blinked.

"T-then why?..."

"I was just solidifying the trust, making sure it doesn't go awry in the future," Marcel said with a half-grin that left her more restless than amused. Who knows what the guy was thinking now? Who knows whether there will be more tests in the future?

Adele took a good look at Marcel, finally understanding why her side of the family had taken him and his position for granted. Marcel looked like a laid-back guy when he was not hiding his expression and that trait was hardly found in boss leaders.

Most of the Mafia bosses intend to instill fear the instant they take over rulership, however, what Marcel instilled in them was awe and amusement when he snatched power from his father.

She remembered how happy her so-called father Benjamin had been when he heard that, hoping that father and son tore each other apart so he could take over from there - everyone knew how much Daniel loved power.

Thinking Marcel didn't have it in him and was instead basking in the legacy of "daddy dearest,". Who knows, the news of Marcel having Daniel give up his position might as well have been a ruse - he wanted to take advantage of people's fear for his father.

Marcel might have helped their pomposity because he never let any of them or their people near him, filling important roles with people that he trusted instead. It made him seem weak and scared.

Thanks to that, they laid down their defenses and he - Marcel- played them like pawns on a chessboard - using that opportunity to seek out his enemies, deadweight, and assets - until he struck. The lesson learned? Never look down on a fool because he might just be a green snake in a green grass.

And maybe that move was a good thing because members of the family would be cautious about hurting her, after all, Marcel chose her.

Eat that bitches!

Marcel shot up to his feet and Adele watched the way he went to his desk to pull out something from one of the drawers and covered the distance between them confidently.

Her brows raised questioningly he forwarded the box towards her, saying, "Let bygones be bygones,"

Adele stared down at the box with a narrowed gaze even as she received it, "What is this?"

"Open it," He said, leaning against his desk with arms wrapped across his chest.

"Just open it,"

And she did, only to see a Louis Moinet Meteoris watch which was one of the rarest watches ever. Not only are there just four watches in total, but each watch contains a real piece of moon rock! Seems someone researched about her and her love for watches.

"Thank you," Adele was touched by the gesture even though she knew this was a bride. How cool it would have been if he were her brother instead.

"It's nothing," Marcel said even as he reached on his desk to pull out a folder while Adele pocketed the gift in her bag.

"Here," Marcel handed the folder to her and looked at it with curious eyes. Damn her if she wasn't in a hurry to please Marcel and get on his good grace.

Adele didn't ask further questions and went through it even as Marcel said, "You must have heard about my stolen shipment,"

"Yep, our family made it clear in my head," Adele nodded, going through the information.

"I need you to study that case and focus on it for now. Use every resource at your disposal and find me my weapons…." He muttered under his breath, "I can't help but feel the time is running out,"

"Just that?"

"Yes. Just that," Marcel concluded.

"Sure," Adele said and stood to her feet, knowing the party had come to an end, "I'll be out of your hair then," picking her bag.

"Thank you once again, Adele, it's an honor to make your acquaintance," Marcel stretched his hand for a handshake.

"It's an honor working with you, as well," Adele took his hand and before long was heading towards the door only for it to swing open before she could make contact with it.

It was Victor. Her annoying Cousin.

"Hi," He waved at her with that signature grin he was trained to wear all the time. Sometimes Adele wondered if that incident had given way to his playful nature or if he was simply prey to it.

"Goodbye," She said and stepped out.

As soon as she left, Victor turned to Marcel, pointing in her direction, "I like her, she seems fun,"

"Where have you been?" Marcel didn't entertain him.

Victor announced, "Having fun with my new evil bestie,"

"Does that have to do with the fact that four of my mercenaries were dispatched on a mission I have no clue about and the fact Arianna's cousin is currently in my dungeon?" Marcel asked pointedly.

Victor shrugged, "Don't blame me, Mimi just wanted the family to feel half of what your beloved Arianna went through in the hands of the loan sharks. I had no choice but to provide accommodation. "

And for once, Marcel couldn't agree more. Although, he was slightly fearful of Victor and Mimi's power couples. Who knows who they would kidnap next?