Taken By The Mafia Lord

"You're a very vigilant man, yet how was an ordinary girl able to go as far as stealing your wallet right under your nose?"

Marcel was stunned by that question from Macy. What had he been doing to have gotten pickpocketed by that redhead?

Well, simple as ABC, she was a siren who had charmed him with her magic and like a fool, he had fallen under her influence. But that would not be the case the next time they would meet. He would surely pay her back for the humiliation she put him through.

"Sir?" Macy called, rousing him back to the presence.

"Huh?"

"You haven't answered my questions and you seem lost in thought. Are you sure you're okay?" she was concerned about him.

That annoyed Marcel greatly, in just one day a certain redhead had made him look helpless and useless. Maybe before he gets Elijah's identity from her, he would teach her one or two lessons that involve never messing with Marcel Luciano ever again.

"How do you think she was able to steal from me?" He sneered at Macy, irritated by her question, "Petty thieves are like rat infestations and they always find a way to slip into the house through the pipe? Door?" he claimed, tactically denying the truth that he had been distracted. Or the fact that Arianna was a damn good thief.

Marcel was a very proud person and would never acknowledge the fact that he was defeated by an ordinary woman.

Marcel went on, "There's an adage that says, every day is for the thief, but one day is for the owner. All of this would be over when I finally have her in my grasp," there was a devilish glint in his eyes nor did he get to see the frown on Macy's face.

Macy couldn't understand Marcel's sudden obsession with this girl and it made her uncomfortable. No, she felt threatened. Call it women's instinct but she felt like someone was just about to take her place. Or maybe she was just overthinking. Yeah, she can't do anything reckless.

"She would try to leave the country," Marcel suddenly said, drawing back Macy's attention to the issue at hand.

The girl. Again.

"Either on air or boat. I can't tell the likelihood on one over another especially now she's with that crafty Elijah. But she would go with a fake identity,"

"So you went me to spread your men across the airports and docks around?" Macy said.

"Yes, do just that. If Elijah's as smart as I think he is, he would go for smaller airports that have less strict regulations so he could sneak her out easily. For the ports, keep an eye for night journeys, it would be much better for her to leave in the dark," Marcel thought over it, his hand propped on his armrest while the other rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Right now, he was mind was active as he worked on his plan of retrieving the girl.

"Yes, boss," Macy added, "Anything else?"

"Anything else?" Marcel repeated, his gaze roving over the room as If considering if he had missed out on something important.

"Keep an eye on Ruth," He said.

"Ruth?"

"I can't help but think that she's in cahoots with Elijah on this one considering he was treated in her clinic weeks ago. Just watch her carefully and who knows, she might even lead us to the girl,"

"Alright, boss," Macy agreed to his instructions.

"You may leave now," Marcel waved her away, hardly taking a deep breath when another person came to bother him.

"Boss!" Victor shouted excitedly as soon as he came into the living room, however, something happened. Macy and Victor passed each other by without even acknowledging one another's presence.

Marcel didn't even say a word, yet he still couldn't understand why his consigliere and assistant can't get along. This has been going on for a long time now and if it wasn't for the fact that both of them were crucial to him, he would have gotten rid of one of them or both altogether.

Honestly, they weren't that way at first until one day, they just changed overnight. Yeah, like switched from fun, cooperative partners to cold, unresponsive frenemies.

The only reason they even speak to each other was for work's sake, aside from that, you could never find them holding a conversation. Although it didn't affect their working ability, it pissed Marcel off sometimes to have too much negative energy in one room.

Victor flashed his usual smirk at Marcel but to Macy, he gave a cold glance. Not that Macy minded anyway, because she just lifted her head defiantly and walked away.

"What are you doing here?" Marcel frowned at his sudden appearance.

"Wow, this girl must really have you wrapped around her finger that you even forgot calling me back to the city," Victor smirked, causing the frown on Marcel's face to broaden. Why was everybody suddenly thinking that he was weak? It pissed him.

"Whatever," Marcel rolled his eyes, looking away while tapping the top of his thigh repeatedly with his finger.

"It still hurt me though, I'm hardly gone for two months and you replaced me already?" Victor whined, pouting his lips.

Marcel glared at him.

"Yeah, those sexy eyes of yours, I've missed them," Victor winked at him and this time Marcel was flustered.

He sat up at once, "One more word from you and I would send you to the desert," He threatened him immediately.

"Seriously," Victor sighed, "You're not romantic at all. I came back and you didn't even invite me, rather you're head over heels in love with another,"

"I am not head over heels in love with that thief. Tease me about her once again and I'll really put a bullet in your head," Marcel warned him.

"Sure, you go ahead and do that. I'm sure aunty would be willing to take you in as her son instead. Moreover, it's not a secret that old woman would exchange you for me if she had the opportunity," Victor said confidently.

Yes, Victor was no other than Marcel's cousin, and his mother was the only person he -Marcel- truly respected in the family. Victor's mother was the only one that treated his mother like she belonged in the Luciano family when she had been alive, thus, gained his trust from childhood.

Although others were nothing but companions to Marcel, Victor was the only one close to the word called, "Friend" in his dictionary. Which was why no matter how much Marcel was vexed or teased, he could only endure or send him away - just like he did two months ago. Moreover, that aunt of his was quite scary.

In one word, Victor was the only one spared from Marcel's unpredictable wrath - unless he betrays him. Betrayal? That was the only sin Marcel could never forgive.

"If you're that aggrieved, you can hold a party to celebrate your return. Just don't send any of those pussies to my bed, I'll kill any on sight," He warned him.

"Gosh, you are so uptight," Victor complained.

Marcel's brows raised with a warning and he stopped, yet added almost immediately, "On the condition you attend,"

"F*ck you," Marcel cursed at him.

"That would be considered incest, dear cousin," Victor twisted his words.

Marcel glared at him, his anger gauge was slowly surpassing its capacity.

"Just an hour, it would be fun. Moreover, you haven't even told me why I'm back upon the fact I haven't even finished establishing our relation abroad," Victor hinted at the secret mission he gave him.

"Send one of your best subordinates that can be able to keep his mouth shut to finish up what's left of it. You got a more important mission here," Marcel said.

Victor was elated, he loved going on missions especially ones from his dear cousin. It's always bound to be interesting.

"So… " Victor said, leaning across to snatch his cousin's unfinished drink on the table, "What do you want me to do?" he asked while drinking the scotch.

"I want you to teach someone how to make my coffee,"

At once, Victor splashed out the whisky in his mouth from shock. He gave Marcel a deadpan look, "What did you just say?"

"I have an important guest you need to teach how to make my coffee to perfection," Marcel said indifferently.

"Is this the more important mission you were talking about?" Victor asked him with a serious look.

Marcel simply nodded.

Victor stood up suddenly and began to curse in what looked like five different combined languages for over five minutes. By the time he was done, Victor was panting and gasping for breath.

Marcel checked his time, "Your lessons start tomorrow, you can leave now,"

"Marcel, you can't do this to me! First, the girl, and now, you want me to share my secret recipe with whoever that is? What would be left for me? Nothing," Victor complained.

"Fine, don't do it," Marcel said.

"Really?" His face was filled with hope. Marcel could be this merciful?

"I'll just tell aunt you're home," Marcel smirked wickedly while Victor erupted into another round of profanities.

"I want to rest, take your rambling somewhere else," Marcel said in a different language his cousin understood.

With a huff, Victor turned, picked up what remained of the scotch in the bottle with the tumbling, and strode away.

Marcel smirked, that immature brat.

Victor was still cursing as he went down the stairs only to bump into Macy. The tension was great as they stood staring at each other until his gaze fell upon her appearance and his gaze hardened. Without saying a word, Victor shoved past her and went away.