Taken By The Mafia Lord

"You're home."

Victor barely entered his room before his cousin welcomed him. As if he needed it.

"You do know trespassing is illegal," Victor said, wondering where he heard that.

Oh right, that was from Mimi. So this was what it felt like? Well, he'd take permission from her before trespassing the next time.

But Marcel replied in a calm tone, "I technically own this house." He reminded him, now standing to his feet.

But Victor stood his ground, "Even a landlord doesn't break into his tenant's place," He wrapped his arms across his chest, flexing his muscles, "Tell me, Marcel, what are you doing here?"

"To apologize?"

"Apologies don't repair the damages caused," Victor said coldly.

"But it would make you feel better," Marcel argued.

"No, Marcel." Victor shook his head, "Not in this situation. I begged you, dearest cousin and you all people know that I don't do that!"

"This is business, Victor! Remember, it's business before pleasure. That's the rule here or have you forgotten that in your little search for pleasure?!" Marcel scolded him.

But his cousin scoffed, throwing his head back with a burst of short, sarcastic laughter, "Really? That's like the kettle calling the pot black."

"Victor....." Marcel growled at him warningly.

"Seriously, you wanted Mimi as leverage over Arianna and you call that business? Why don't you look me in the eyes Marcelo and tell me that Arianna is still business to you?" Victor gave him a challenge, stepping closer to make his point.

"Marcel Xavier Luciano III," Victor called him by his full name, showing that he was really pissed off this time, "Look me in the eyes and tell me you wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice that girl for business if the need arises,"

However, before he was even through, a low rumble came from Marcel's throat at the thought of sacrificing Arianna.

Victory stared at him disappointedly, "Just as I thought. You hold your treasured one in high esteem and then mine is collateral damage. How selfish could you get?"

He was so full of anger that he couldn't stay in the room anymore. Victor was close to reaching the door when Marcel grabbed his arm but he pulled free.

"I said I'm sorry," Marcel apologized to him," I admit that I can be selfish sometimes, but I would never harm you, Victor."

"But not my loved ones." He muttered.

"Including your loved ones, from now on." Marcel promised him, cupping his face with both hands and bringing it closer so they'd foreheads were touching, "Moreover, Mimi is Arianna's best friend. I just made a truce with her and I would be as good as dead if I laid a hand on her."

"Good for you, Marcel, but that doesn't mean I've forgiven you," Victor broke away from his hold and turned to leave once again, this time his action was a tad bit dramatic, not that Marcel noticed because he was desperate to win his friendship back.

"I miss you, Victor. Don't you get that?" Marcel said but all Victor did was turn the other way.

"Fine, what can I do to make you accept me again," He finally said what Victor needed to hear because a cunning smile crossed his face.

However, his expression was neutral when he turned once more to meet his cousin who was currently distressed. Victor said," There is nothing you can do, Marcel…. well, except one…." He threw in the bait.

"What is it?" Marcel was willing to do anything and that was what Victor wanted, a mischievous look that promised revenge curling his lips.

Meanwhile…..

Draco was in his office having fun with one of the latest girls recruited into his service. The girl was in nothing but her undies while a cigarette hung securely between his fingers.

"Alright, cha'er, let's see what you got," He commanded her smugly while the girl knelt in front of him confidently.

As the owner of one of the largest brothels in the city, Draco was not lacking in girls for his gratification and after his prank yesterday, he felt like he needed a bit of celebration.

It was more like a treat. You know, just like those on diet call it, today was his cheat day. You could think of it as dessert - this girl was going to have to eat him like one.

As expected, she wasted no time in getting down to business as she worked on his pants and had his d*ck out. She stared at it with a thrill and Draco urged her, "Come on, baby girl, do your job well and you're on your way to a quick promotion!" He promised her.

With that motivation, she lowered her head and took him into her mouth just as he took a long puff. Draco threw his head back, exhaling a long trail of smoke with his eyes closed. Gosh, he was as high as shit and the sex was a good combination.

After she was done giving him one of the mind-blowing blow jobs he's ever had, Cha'er straddled him and began to ride him. The girl was as good as they said.

However, it was in the middle of her riding him that his phone rang, however, Draco ignored it. This shit right now was more important than whoever was on the line. Damn it, he was close to coming.

Sadly, his second phone rang and before he knew it, all two of his phones began to ring simultaneously, giving him no choice but to answer it.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" He yelled into the phone, having recognized the number as one of his people. He was heaving at the same time because Cha'er was doing a good job of riding him amid the distraction.

But that was until he heard the news, that his brothel was on fire?!

Draco pushed Cha'er from his body with a great force and she landed with a thud and in pain. However, he had already left the room, hurrying to the outside where his chauffeur already started his car. He needed to go see his brothel.

Draco was in so much panic that he didn't get to see the face of his chauffeur until he realized he was going the wrong way.

"No, that is not the way -"

"Hello, Draco. We meet again."

He met Victor's crazy eyes through the rearview mirror.

Oh shit.