Taken By The Mafia Lord

When Victor and the others tracked Marcel down, they had expected him to have subdued Arianna already and was waiting for them to come to pick her up. Hence it came as a shock to them when they saw him handcuffed to the steering wheel with no sign of Arianna.

There was confusion all over their faces because they knew Marcel could have easily gotten out of that cuff with a shim or pin. Also, he had been the one to put it on, he could have easily squeezed his wrist through the cuff because he intentionally wouldn't lock it down tight enough. In conclusion, their boss should have handled the girl by now, but the reverse was the case.

No one approached Marcel aside from Victor because they could sense the murderous intent rolling off of him. Whenever Marcel was awfully quiet and poised like this? That was when he was most lethal because he was getting his brain into gear. Like a viper, he was quietly assessing the best time to strike.

So when Victor took the keys and try to unlock the cuff, he said deeply, "Leave them,"

Victor looked at him questioningly, his brows arched.

"I gave her an hour's head start before I began the chase. It's barely thirty minutes, there's still time," Marcel said, his tone flat while his eyes held a maniacal emotion that made Victor feel for Arianna.

Whenever Arianna was, she better run fast because Marcel was coming after her - and he left his nice pants at home.

So Victor returned to his ride and leaned against it, checking his wristwatch for the time. There was twenty-nine minutes left.

Throughout the whole time, his soldiers stood at the sides and none of them dared to move carelessly, not even when neighbors were giving them suspicious looks - well all except Victor who was busy texting Mimi nonstop and she didn't reply any.

With their imposing height, strong body, and grave expression, it wasn't hard for the soldiers to draw attention, except none of the bypassers dared to look thrice. They looked intimidating.

Marcel didn't look bothered either, he just stared straight ahead, lost in the dark plans he had for Arianna. Only coming back to life when it struck an hour and he got rid of the cuff before even Victor could help him, showing off his competence as the boss.

Marcel stepped out of the car, looking around the neighborhood as if he could spot where Arianna had gone with a glance.

"What do we do now?" Victor asked him. He of all people didn't want to be here. He warned his cousin against Arianna hence it was his mess to deal with.

But then he preferred Arianna to Claudia anytime, any day; she was interesting. And made her cousin's day - Arianna was good at ruffling Marcel's feathers. It was nice to watch.

"You do nothing," Marcel told them in general, " No interfering at all, Arianna's mine to hunt," He enjoyed the thrill of the chase. He then said to Victor, "Although, I do need you to do something for me,"

Even without speaking, Victor already had a feeling he wasn't going to like this mission of his. Whenever Marcel goes "mad" someone surely gets hurt.

"I need you to get Mimi,"

Victor's expression turned sour, all smiles leaving his face. He had become so charmed by Mimi's friendship that he forgot her "real" purpose in the base.

Victor tilted his head, "Is that really necessary?"

"Do not question my order once again. I might really forget you're family," Marcel warned with a low tune, the threat anything but subtle.

Victor gave Marcel a hard look that spoke volumes. And then, he was gone, driving away with the only car the others had driven in with him. It would take effort for Marcel to appease him after this was over.

At that moment, Marcel's heart was hardened, and didn't listen to the voice of reasoning that told him he was hurting others in this quest of his. He crossed to the other side of the street and made it to Arianna's uncle's house with his men who cleared every "obstacle" on his way.

Unlike Arianna who sneaked into her family's house, Marcel walked in like he owned the place while his soldiers incapacitated anyone that stood in their way.

Marcel was in her uncle's room and the man didn't even notice his presence because he was on a call with his raving wife. It wasn't until Marcel snatched the phone from his ear that he turned around, startled.

"W-who are you?!" His voice didn't come out as bravely as he wanted it to be. Since that visit from Arianna, the man had still not gotten over his shaking, not to talk of how he found a stranger in his room.

But Marcel didn't answer him, rather he put the phone in his ears after he heard a series of "husband" from the other side, guessing it was his wife and Arianna's aunt

Marcel said to her, "I heard that you liked to beat Arianna while your husband pretended not to notice. I wonder if you would pretend not to notice after I'm done with him,"

The woman was shocked at first before she sensed he wasn't a good person, and started to shout, "Who the hell are you?! Did Arianna send you to kill my husband? I swear to God if a hair on him- " Marcel hung up on her.

By now, her uncle realized he was in danger and that was when it hit him, Arianna had talked about people who were after her, were they the ones? Because the man standing in front of him had an air of menace around him that unsettled him.

At once, he ran for the door while Marcel watched him without making a move, his lips curled to the side.

Arianna's uncle turned back when he ran into an unfamiliar man standing guard at the entrance. He realized there was no way to run and returned to the room, hoping he could negotiate his way out of here.

"Hello," He chuckled, nervously.

"When she told me it was time for your family to pay up, I was expecting your gray matters scattered across the ground but that doesn't seem to be the case," Marcel finally lifted his head to meet his gaze.

How could someone talk about his death so casually? The middle-aged man realized he was in danger.

But Marcel didn't let him talk and went on," For someone who was running out of time, she didn't hurt you but had a chit-chat with you?" he shook his head unsure, "I'm quite interested in that conversation. Don't tell me your memory fails quickly," There was a threat in his voice.