Taken By The Mafia Lord

"Some people never change, do they?" Victor muttered dramatically as he stepped into the room and saw her, his ex-girlfriend. And as soon as Macy laid her eyes on him, she let go of Marcel instantly, stepping back and creating space between them.

But Victor nonchalantly walked into the room with a gait that said he gave no fuck about her and plonked down on the sofa facing the both of them, preparing to watch the show. He had almost forgotten that Macy existed until now. He should have known she would shamelessly come back here and to think he was about to share the good news with Marcel. Ugh, she just ruined his mood, Victor bitched inwardly.

"Victor…" Macy breathed when she saw him and was about to take a step forward when she remembered who she was with and her current position. Hence, she stopped herself, yet her eyes didn't move from him as the memories hit her hard.

Although she mentally braced herself before coming knowing that she would meet Victor here without a doubt, it still didn't prepare her for this method. Those eyes that adored her in the past were hard and so cold she swore he could freeze her up with his gaze alone.

"I hope I didn't spoil the show with my arrival. No, the both of you shouldn't stop on my account," His tone was sarcastic and unwelcoming.

It was no news to Marcel that the both of them hated each other. Why they disliked each other? He had no idea, it was a puzzle he could never solve, and has hoped Victor would open up to him when he was ready to talk.

However, Marcel was more relieved by the fact that it was his cousin that walked through that door and not Arianna. He understood how misleading his position with Macy looked moments ago and if Arianna had seen that, he was done for sure. One thing was for sure, it was not happening again.

"Hey, Victor. It's been a long time," Macy attempted to start a conversation with him, albeit, awkwardly.

"Don't do that, please," Victor groaned, closing his eyes as if it was too much to handle, "We are not friends here, so don't try to butter up to me, unlike my cousin, it's not going to work at all." He told her straightforwardly.

Marcel glared at him while Macy rubbed her palm down her face before running her hands through her hair in frustration. Why were both of the men that meant a lot of things to her giving her such a hard time?

"Should I tell him or should you tell him because I'm good with either option?" Victor wanted to reveal the truth.

"Victor," She gave him a warning look.

"Tell me what?" Marcel was intrigued now knowing there was something the both of them were keeping from him.

"Oh please," Victor rolled his eyes towards heaven, "Don't act like you're the victim here when both of us knew who was really hurt when you decided to have your cake and have it?"

"Victor, please…" Macy went to beg him, however, the deadly look he gave her stuck her feet on the spot.

"Alright, can somebody tell me what is going on here?" Marcel looked between the both of them intensely. They were clearly hiding something and one of them had to open up.

"Tell him now," Victor insisted, his patience running out. He had waited long enough for her to tell Marcel the truth and owe up to her mistake, but she didn't. He was not going to let that little bitch manipulate his cousin into feeling for her situation no matter how tight their relationship had been. Macy was an epic bitch and that was it.

"Please, no…" Macy begged him, tears beginning to slide down her cheeks. But that was it, Marcel has had enough.

He turned to her now, and demanded, "You will tell me the truth, now! What is this all about?"

"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it…" She shook her head, the tears flowing down her face and Mach had to cup her mouth to stop the sobs.

"God, you are such a drama queen," Victor could not take it anymore and said to Marcel, "Well, dear cousin, you should know that your previous assistant and I were an item before she decided to fuck you literally and ditch me afterward after cheating on me because I wasn't you, the man with the big guns, the Mafia Don with power! How's that for an explanation?" He revealed the truth by himself while Macy was by the side crying. It was over.

Marcel's blood ran cold when he heard that piece of news. He slept with his cousin's woman? That was like their number one rule, you don't steal Fratello's girlfriend. It was their code of honor. However, Macy knew that and still offered herself to him? How sick could that be?

No wonder Victor loathed her. It finally made sense to him - explained the animosity. His cousin had to bear the pain of knowing he was fucking his woman the entire time. Even if the both of them broke up afterward, she still cheated on him - with his cousin.

"Get lost," Marcel whispered, lifting dead and cold gray orbs towards her.

"Marcel, I can explain, I really didn't mean to…."

"I SAID GET LOST!"

She didn't have to think twice about the order, Macy ran out of the office and out of the base without looking back. It wasn't until she was far from the vicinity and was sure that Marcel would be able to come after in his anger that she was able to release the breath she was holding in. Then she screamed.

Macy screamed so hard that her throat become husky and the people walking around the neighborhood looked at her strangely, but she didn't care. She knew she messed up, but how could Marcel do this to her?

The only reason she has forgiven Marcel for Killing her father was that she thought they were going to be together. She abandoned her revenge plan so they could be together. But what does she get in revenge? He discarded her like tissue paper when he was done with her, huh?

No, she was not going to take this. If Marcel was not going to be with her, then he had to pay for his crimes. And since he didn't have mercy on her, she wouldn't hold back either. This was not the end. She would make sure to make him regret this moment.

Macy wiped the tears from her eyes. Since she can't have love, she would have revenge. She would make Marcel regret ever choosing that girl. It was a promise.