Taken By The Mafia Lord

If only Clara said those words in front of Marcel, she would have hidden her face in shame from the look on his face. Marcel had his signature poker face on but one could tell he thought of Clara's suggestion as a joke.

However, he still listened patiently until she was done speaking by asking, "What do you think?"

But to Clara's surprise, no response came from Marcel's side and she feared he hung up on her only to peer up at the screen and discover that the call was ongoing.

"Marcel...?" She called his name worriedly.

"Clara..." Marcel finally spoke up and his tone was so heavy that her heart missed a beat. Had he seen through her by chance?.

"What?" Her reply was almost a whisper. The sudden tension in the air bothered her.

"Do not poke the hornet's nest," Marcel said to her gravely.

"W-what?"

Although it was an idiom, she got the message. Marcel was warning her not to do anything reckless.

"However," Marcel said to lighten the mood, "If you feel like getting to know the organization better, you can start by training. Make yourself stronger and my men would respect you. Victor can take you on that."

"What?!" Clara shouted at the top of her voice until she remembered she was speaking with Marcel and continued with her humble tone, "In that case, I'll think about it."

Was she crazy? Training? And with all people, his cousin Victor? Clara could almost say that the guy was a demon sent to torment her life. Also, those people fought like barbarians, why would Marcel want her to train with them?

He could have chosen a better teacher for her. Victor would ruin her flawless skin nor could even a blemish be found on her body. As a designer, she had a reputation to keep.

"Fine then. Goodbye, Clara,"

"Okay, goodbye Marcel...." She was still speaking when Marcel ended the call.

There was a miserable look on Clara's face when that happened. She had a feeling that Marcel didn't like her but she was confident of winning him over. Moreover, she was putting all of her stakes on him. She broke off things with Luther, everything had to work out.

She can't back out of the engagement now. Even if Marcel doesn't like her now, as her mother said, he would eventually fall for her when they became a married couple. Things would work out somehow - especially when she gives him a son.

Clara knew Marcel was under pressure to get married since he was the only son and child of his, father. If anything were to happen to Marcel, there would be a great paradigm shift in the organization - there was no other sibling to take over. Hence, If she happens to give him a child now, her position was solidified.

Speaking of her father-in-law, Daniel, what if she told him about that woman? He might be able to help her find out who she is and her relationship with Marcel. That was a great idea.

No, no, no, Clara had a second thought upon remembering Marcel's warning. Daniel and Marcel were not on good terms, what if she messed things up in the process? Not only would she lose Marcel's trust, but he would also be mad at her - Clara didn't like the mad Marcel.

Come on, she had to think long-term. Clara knew that was focusing on her marriage to Marcel and giving him an heir. Whoever that woman was, she wouldn't last long once she becomes the madam of the Luciano and gains the power equivalent to her husband, Marcel.

It was time to make their relationship public. This was a topic worth discussing with her Father-in-law. She was ready to get married which means It was time for an engagement party. And whoever that woman was, she would know her place once she hears of her engagement.

Yes, that was a plan.

Meanwhile….

The moment Marcel returned to the base, he went straight to see Jeremy. Unlike the other time, the man was heavily guarded now because he tried committing suicide the second day he showed signs of being withdrawn.

Although Marcel knew he could get the information he wanted at that time, he let him suffer for a few more days, and now, the man was desperate enough because the moment his eyes rested on Marcel, his eyes lit up like Christmas.

"You're finally here!" Jeremy looked like he had seen the Savior.

Marcel didn't reply, he simply took the seat beside him and sat down, crossing his legs over the other as he observed the man before him.

"You look worse," Marcel observed the dark circles around his eyes showing the lack of sleep and the running nose. His pupil was dilated and he couldn't seem to focus on a place. Not to mention the tremors.

Perhaps to his irritability and self-harm, his men bound him from neck to down. He must have given them a hard time when they tried feeding him to keep him alive because he could see traces of fading bruise. And damn, the place smelled of vomit.

"You know what would make me feel better?" He grinned at Marcel but it quickly morphed into agitation in a twinkle of an eye, "Give me the damn drugs!"

"You would get the drugs once you answer my question," Marcel told him firmly, pulling out the pouch containing the white powder that drew Jeremy's gaze as if he just met his first love.

But he scowled at him, "Do you think you can fool me?!" His eyes were so fierce it was almost shooting fire, however, he became meek the next seconds, "Fine, I'll answer, as far as you promise to give me the drug."

"Deal," Marcel said.

Jeremy was almost drooling like a dog at the sight of the drug and Marcel had no doubt he would have lunged for him had he not been bound.

"Focus." Marcel snapped his fingers at his face, moving the drug away at the same time so he could concentrate.

Jeremy nodded obediently and Marcel began, "Tell me what you know about Elijah."

He whined, almost close to crying, "I already told you that I know nothing about him!"

"No," Marcel told him, an idea in his head, "I need something different from you this time. "