Taken By The Mafia Lord

Adele left the room after she received information that Marcel was there. She met him in the clinic's hallway and sat down right beside him on the bench.

Marcel, who had lowered his head, lost in his thought, lifted his face the moment he sensed her. He looked at her thoroughly, scanning for injuries that he thankfully couldn't find. Adele might not be his sister but she was family and he took care of his own.

"They said you got shot," He pointed out.

"One of the boys took the shot for me. He's the promising newbie I've been trying to introduce to you. However, he's handicapped at the moment, I guess the both of you would meet at a better moment when he's recovered."

Marcel didn't say anything but she could tell from the look in his eyes that he gave assent. He asked her, "There was no trace? "

"Nothing as usual. His plan was clean which was not surprising since he had the element of surprise. I think he orchestrated the other gang's infiltration into the club to distract and lower my defenses. I looked down at them, and got careless. I forgot I was dealing with a dangerous man and almost got killed. However, I'm sober now and he wouldn't get away with it the next time, " Adele promised him, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She failed Marcel and the thought didn't sit well with her.

"No," Marcel told her instead, " I should be the one apologizing for putting your life in danger," His gray eyes bored into her dark ones, "He must know that you're looking for him."

"And I must be close to finding him," Adele added with determination, "For Elijah to react this way, I must have dug too deep enough that it made him comfortable."

Marcel sighed, "This is dangerous,"

Adele frowned, and sensing what he was about to do, said immediately, "I'm not taking my hands off this investigation."

"I'm not going to say that when I know you'd only work behind my back and endanger your life the more. You don't know what Elijah is capable of. The fact that you're still alive means Elijah doesn't want you dead yet, he merely rattled you," He added, looking her dead in the eyes," The phantom ghost never misses. "

Adele let out a grotesque snort,

"That was a warning then, "A warning that Aziz was currently suffering the aftermath,"How merciful."

"I'm just saying you should be careful,"

"Fine, dad." She sassed and he glared at her.

Marcel finally stood up, his mission here was fulfilled. However, he remembered something at the last minute and said to Adele, "One of these days, you should hang out with Arianna, I'm sure the both of you would work out fine."

"I'm a busy woman." She retorted.

"A busy woman in need of friends. Arianna needs company. It's a nice setup." He demanded.

"Fine, I'll come around like an obedient chaperone and entertain your lovely girlfriend."

"She's not -"

Adele raised her brows, as if challenging him to deny her feelings for Arianna.

"... my girlfriend yet," He said instead.

"I'm not trying to butt into your affair, but as a fellow woman, I suggest you clean your gardens first before you decide to play house," She reminded him of his betrothal to Clara and his affairs with other women in the past that may or may not have been settled.

Adele stood up to whisper into his ears, "Hell has no fury for a woman scorned. Don't wait until you learn to make your move because experience is a painful teacher." And with that, she left.

Perhaps, because of her warning, Marcel's expression changed when his phone flashed and a name he had forgotten for so long appeared on his screen on his way home back to the base.

Macy.

And she's one of his unsettled affairs.

"Hello?" He said with a deep voice devoid of all emotions as if he was speaking to a stranger for the first time.

Perhaps due to his unfriendly response, Macy changed her way of addressing him at the last moment, "Hello, Mar-boss." She said,

"What is it?" He asked without inquiring how she was doing and that alone was a stab to her chest.

The Marcel she knew would have called her since the day of that incident. He was slipping through her fingers and she knew that and was desperate to crawl her way back into his grace.

"I-I just wanted to inform you that I would be back to work soon. I'm fully recovered now," She said and Marcel finally remembered that Arianna broke her nose that day when Macy tried to kill her.

Fierce, little thing, even in the face of death, she didn't forget to leave her marks on the enemy, Marcel was so proud of her. At that moment, if Arianna was beside him, he would have reached out and patted her head, complimenting her for a work well done.

Honestly, Marcel had forgotten all about Macy after that day and even thought he fired her. Turns out that she was merely recovering from the wounds his baby girl gave her. His baby girl? He felt like grinning at the endearment.

"You don't have to worry about returning so soon, Macy, have more breaks."

"What?" She was not expecting that.

"Take advantage of all the leave that is due and you missed out on because of your dedication to work. Don't worry about money, you'd be compensated immensely and funded right after this call. Travel around the world, have all the fun you want, two months? Three months? Six months? Take it all and return later. Good luck on your vacation." He ended the call.

"H-hello? Hello? Boss? Marcel?!" She shouted when the call ended in her ears.

With great anger, Macy tossed her cellphone to the wall and screamed. She knew this method, having given the same orders in his place to his other affairs over the years.

No, he can't get rid of her like this. She had prepared for this for so long that she can't give up now.