Taken By The Mafia Lord

"This is frustrating," Aziz muttered as he continuously tugged at the tie around his neck. There was a reason why he hated wearing ties and this was it - they made him uneasy. But right now, he was wearing one for the sake of that brat on stage performing.

Cindy Luciano, the spoiled princess of the Luciano family, Aziz has no plans or desire to be with her and would rather be entangled with her other half-sister, Adele. Yes, Adele was smart and it would be tough hiding his identity around her, Elijah loved himself a good challenge.

The thrill of the game, wasn't that the reason he had left his own family to be on his own? Back home, he was treated like the prince he was, after all, it was not easy to be from one of the most powerful underworld families.

Being the last child out of the family of five siblings - all male - who made it their responsibility to ensure that their baby brother was properly catered for, Elijah had always felt his ability was underrated.

With his four brothers already leaving their marks in the underworld, Elijah felt there was no space for him and so he decided to leave, and here he was, already making a name for himself. The phantom ghost? It made his lips curl in satisfaction. However, the only thing that would make him truly satisfied now would be retrieving Arianna.

Once he had Arianna, he would go to his elder brother and demand his own territory to rule. It could be anywhere in the world and all he needed to do was just to say the word and it was done.

Once he had his kingdom, he would settle down with Arianna, and together, they would rule their kingdom, have a lot of kids, and live happily ever after.

But for now, he had to focus on messing around with Marcel and if it pleases him, perhaps crumble his kingdom as well?

No, Eric would give him an earful if that were to happen. The Luciano family might not be as powerful as they were but they were old and had quite an influence.

If both factions were to go to war, his family was sure to win but it wouldn't be easy at all and there was one percent chance of the tide turning against them if Marcel manages to snag enough supporters.

As much as they were a strong family, there was still power in numbers - and Marcel would be sure to take advantage of that. A king cannot win a war without his knights.

"You must be the newbie if you're tugging at your tie like that," a fellow guard struck up a conversation with him out of nowhere and as much as Elijah would love to roll his eyes and give him the silence, he couldn't.

He was using a fake identity here and from his profile, he was known to have a bubbling personality. The people here were quite sensitive to details, deviate from that personality for far too long and questions were sure to be asked.

Aside from that, Elijah wanted to focus on his mission and that meant he needed no conflict with his colleagues. Bullying in the workplace was a common thing but he can't let one be a hindrance to his plan or risk his identity, hence he wanted minimal confrontation by all means.

So he flashed a sheepish grin at the man, behaving like an ignorant newbie, "Ah, yes. I'm not used to wearing ties," Well, turns out his dislike for ties worked out in his favor.

The man laughed, hitting him playfully on the back, "Don't worry, I was once in your position."

Although it was an innocent gesture, Elijah who was not used to having people touch him easily tensed up. His guard was up but seeing that the man meant no harm, he relaxed eventually. He nervously laughed alongside him.

"You don't need to worry much, you'd get used to it. But at the moment, you have to put up with it because our spoiled princess is quite meticulous and fussy about appearances. So unless you don't want to get on her bad side, I suggest you exercise patience." The man gave him the heads up.

"In that case, thank you." Aziz kept up with his bright appearance and the man seemed satisfied with his gratitude.

But when he wasn't looking, Elijah sighed. He'd have to go through all of this trouble for that spoiled brat? He stared at the teenage pop singer from backstage entertaining her zealous fans.

"I really loved your fight,"

"Huh?"

Elijah was beginning to get bothered by this man. Why was he even talking to him? The others on the security details had pretty much snubbed him which was fine by him. He didn't come here to make friends nor need him with his identity at risk.

Everyone here was loyal to the Luciano family - or a double spy. Just like him, it was not uncommon for fellow gangs to infiltrate one another for information - or assassinate a target in the worst-case scenario. Hence, he couldn't warm up or trust anyone. And he worked better alone.

"I watched your fight," The man reminded him by poorly demonstrating the way he knocked John out, "That was quite dope, man." he praised him.

"You watched it?" Elijah was more concerned about the phrase 'watch'

"Yep," The man said, "The video circulated quite a lot. Why do you think you were promoted quickly?"

"Oh." Elijah looked calm but inwardly, his mind was working. He knew that fight would attract attention, not popularity. Hopefully, that video didn't spread to the outside because he was currently using his real identity.

Well, it's not like anyone outside of his family knows what he looks like since his brothers did a good job of keeping him "safe".

But then, that means his brother's assistant would be on his tail again.

Damn.