Taken By The Mafia Lord

"Daddy!" The young girl forgot all about her newfound relationship with Marcel as soon as her father arrived. She stepped out of the booth and ran into the man's open arms.

David was as rigid as a coil when he arrived at this place but when he saw his daughter was in good health and that she was safe, he calmed down a bit and hugged her tight.

He didn't want to let go of her knowing that whatever these people wanted from him would guarantee her safety. He couldn't let anything happen to her.

"Daddy! "

"Nancy!"

She said, "I miss you so much, daddy."

"Yeah, I miss you too honeybee," He answered before the girl pulled away and pointed at the booth where Marcel was seated, "And look, daddy, I became friends with your business partner!" She announced proudly.

At the mention of "business partner" the man David slowly lifted his head, gulping nervously when his gaze connected With Marcel's who nonchalantly waved at him.

Without anyone telling him, David knew Marcel was the leader of this group or whatever they are. And it unsettled him that his daughter was comfortable with him already. It was obvious that they were bad people.

However, why did they target him? He had no idea. David was not involved in politics and though he had competition in his business, they hadn't resorted to this method until now. He had a lot of questions running through his head right now.

Marcel stood from his seat while David pushed up to his full length, tugging his daughter to his side and holding her hand tightly. Although he tried to put on a brave front, Marcel could smell the fear reeking off him.

Unlike him, the man had a lot to lose in this deal because it was just confirmed that he loved his daughter more than anything - David obeyed every instruction they gave him to get here.

"Hi David," Marcel said to him as if they were best friends reuniting after a long time.

David sucked in a deep breath, "Hi err..." He had no idea of his name.

"Marcel,"

"Huh?" David was surprised when his daughter filled in the details for him.

"He's so cool. I like him, daddy." The girl grinned, showing off her two missing front teeth while Marcel grinned at her in appreciation.

She went on, "Tell me the both of you are finally going to be friends after this?" she pleaded.

"N-nancy?" He looked between his daughter and Marcel nervously, wondering if the man had been angered by what his daughter said. But then, Marcel had a cool face, and that slightly relieved him. Right now, he couldn't tell if his daughter's ignorance was a good thing or not.

"Would you, daddy? Come on," She was still on the topic of the both of them being friends.

"Urm, Nancy...."

"For sure. Your daddy and I would be best of friends after tonight," Marcel said, laying more emphasis on the word, "friends" and that made David accurately aware of their meeting today. Contrary to what he portrays, this wasn't a friendly meeting at all.

Marcel went on, "And that is why you have to give us space so your daddy and I can discuss well and become friends in the end, don't you think so, David?"

"Eh?" The man was startled and then when he saw the pointed look Marcel gave him, he answered immediately, "Sure! We need to have a nice discussion."

"Surely, Nancy, you wouldn't mind going with Adele this time." Although Marcel requested warmly, everyone else knew it was a command and Adele had started to come towards her to take her away.

Nancy looked at Adele and frowned, "She's not fun." She complained.

"Don't worry, she will be this time." Marcel winked at her whole giving a side warning to Adele to be cool.

She nodded and reached for the girl.

It was hard for David to let his daughter go, knowing that there were chances he might not see her again if this meeting went wrong. So he stooped down and placed a tender kiss on her forehead, saying, "Don't worry, this will be over soon and daddy will take you home."

The girl nodded and then turned to Adele, placing her hand in her larger palm as she took her away. As soon as the girl left, a tense silence fell in the diner and he turned to face Marcel who gestured for him to take a seat, in the same spot his daughter had occupied minutes ago.

As soon as they settled down, Marcel took up eating his food from where he stopped and was in the middle of devouring his sandwich when he noticed he was the only one eating.

He then gestured to the leftover food on the man's side, "That belongs to your daughter and isn't poisoned, I just don't like food going to waste. However, you can still order yours if you don't want to," He shrugged.

"I'm in the mood to eat," David told him.

"Hmm, is that so? You have a beautiful daughter though" Marcel chewed loudly, subtly threatening him.

The man's heart pressure increased and he began to panic, "Look man, I don't know why you're doing this. You can tell me who sent you? What do you want from me?"

"Now, you're talking," Marcel pushed his tray to the side and intertwined his hands together, he was ready to get down to business.

"You don't have to worry, I don't plan to kill you or your daughter."

David was relieved.

But that was until Marcel added, "But that is if our conversation goes well and you don't pull a trick on me. It would be quite a shame to force me to put a bullet in your daughter's head, trust me, she doesn't deserve that."

"What do you want then?" David knew he had to tread carefully with this man. He seemed powerful.

"I need your help," Marcel said.

"Funny enough, that is not how you ask for help," David sassed of course in his head. This wasn't the time to be cocky.

"How may I help you then?" He asked, hoping it wasn't something illegal.

"Good. Now we're talking." Marcel gave him a grin as if to say that he has done well.