Taken By The Mafia Lord

Speaking of a psychopathic father...

Daniel rolled out of bed seeing that it was morning, however, he wasn't alone because there was a woman still asleep on his bed. Even though he was older, the man still had sexual needs that were neglected since his wife died and now were met by his uncountable younger girlfriends. In fact, the one currently on his bed was two younger than his son, Marcel and a brunette. They were always brunettes - that was his kink, nor was he going to admit that it reminded him of a certain someone.

He had the money and younger women of this generation were desperate to please older men like him for the cash and he spoiled them well. Daniel didn't care about the fact that most of them were old enough to be his daughter, because he didn't force them to climb into his bed. It was merely a business transaction, their body for his satisfaction and they get paid handsomely.

Once together, Daniel doesn't care about their own satisfaction, only his. It was his money, hence he deserved the maximum pleasure that they could give him. This wasn't a relationship nor was he ready to commit to another female scum on earth. As far as he was concerned, women were just objects of pleasure, for sex and procreation.

He left the favorite of all his sugar babies on the bed and went into the bathroom to refresh, it was morning. Ever since Marcel took over his role as the family's leader, he found himself with more time on his hand than he knew what to do with it.

Although, that gives Daniel more time to look into the family, nor does his bastard son, Marcel, realize how much help he's rendering him secretly. He kept a close eye on those two rascals, Benjamin and Robert, making sure none of them sabotaged his son's position.

As much as Marcel is infuriating him by going against his plans, Daniel was the only one who had the right to rebuke or punish him as he seems fit, no one else. Marcel was his and his alone and no one else had the right to lay a hand on his only son, his legacy, his everything!

Marcel might not understand it now, but everything he has been doing its for him. Power can never leave their side, no matter how much Benjamin and Robert fought to put their scum of children in there. The throne of their family belongs to his bloodline, no one else. If Marcel doesn't occupy that seat, Daniel would rather the whole Luciano family burn in hell.

Hence, he kept Marcel safe by keeping a close eye on Benjamin and Robert and their scum of children - none of them were as bright as his only son, Marcel.

However, Daniel only had one son and his enemies knew once they struck Marcel, they already got him and that made him work harder to protect him, at least until Marcel gave him his grandson.

Daniel was in his living room going through the news on his tablet when hands wrapped around his neck from behind and the feminine perfume mixed with the musky smell of sex hit his nostril, he knew it was Sandra, his favorite sugar baby.

Unfortunately, Daniel wasn't stupid and could see through this manipulation, hence he said to her flatly without looking at her, "I've sent the money to your account already, so you can leave now," He dismissed her.

However, Sandra pouted and shook her head in refusal, her hand traveling to the inside of his shirt, and didn't see his nostrils flare. It was unexpected but the young girl screamed when Daniel suddenly turned and yanked on her hair hard.

"When I give an instruction, you obey them without an objection, do you get me?" He breathed threateningly against her face.

Sandra's lips trembled and tears formed at the corner of her eyes, but she nodded her head.

"I need words, bitch!" Daniel growled, pulling her hand tighter.

"Y-yes," She spoke louder, the tears coming in a rush now, but the monster in front of her was not affected by it.

"Get your ass out of here!" He pushed her away and Sandra didn't need to be told twice as she ran upstairs to go pick up her things and get out of here.

Daniel sat back down on his seat, muttering curses. That was the thing with women, once you gave them a little chance, they grow wild and think they can wrap their tiny little hands around your heart.

He knew the little thing was merely after his money and wasn't satisfied with the ones he gave her and wanted to own it all and what better way to fulfill her plan of living in wealth but to make him fall in love with her?

Fall in love?

Pfft, what kind of joke was that?

Falling in love was like believing Santa existed and he stopped believing in that fairytale as early as ten when he discovered that his father hid them from a life that should have been theirs.

Although one woman made him feel stupid for a couple of years, he got over her. Just the way he would let Marcel have his way, but in later years, his son would come to realize that pussies are replaceable. All that matters is the legacy one left behind during his time on earth and from what he has done so far, he sure wasn't a failure.

Sandra had an ulterior motive for being with him now, so Daniel got rid of her. Just the same way he would get rid of anything that poses a threat to his son's future.

The man hardly sat down when his assistant came to him with his report.

"Now, what is it?" He was still bristling from the scene earlier.

"You asked me to look into Marcel and see what's up lately." He said.

"Yeah, sure. What did you find out?" Daniel hoped he had something good else he'd transfer that aggression on him.

"There isn't much he does these days and keeps most of his movements a secret,"

Daniel only hummed low.

"However, he had a party last night and I thought there's something I thought you should see," His assistant said, handing a huge envelope to him.