Taken By The Mafia Lord

Marcel swallowed down a lump in his throat when Winters said those words to him. He was unable to protect his sister from his father and that was on him. It was a shame that would follow him for the rest of his life. A smear on his reputation, one he wouldn't be able to remove for a long time.

"I was weak then, but now I am stronger. I would protect you with all I have," He promised her, but Winters but shook her head in refusal.

"No, would do Marcel,"

"But -"

"She said no, Marcel," Victor was the one who grabbed his arm and stopped him before he made a mistake he would regret.

"The girl has made her decision, cousin, and you must respect that. You can't protect everyone, Marcel, that is not your duty," Victor stopped him right there.

No wonder Daniel called him weak. While Daniel was a villain through and through, Marcel had compassion and that was the problem. Villains don't have compassion, only heros do and they were no heroes.

"Fine then," Marcel set his jaw firmly, "Let's move to the plans then. What do you know about the party on Friday? How sure are you that Chloe would be there," He needed to remind himself that Winters was not Chloe and his sister was all that mattered to him. If Winters wanted to get herself killed, then she should be his guest.

"I'm completely sure that she would be there, it's all the kids could ever talk about. Contrary to your thoughts that Chloe is being maltreated there, the kids treat her quite well and I think you should be more worried about whether your sister would be willing to come home with you." Winters summarized.

"She would come home," Marcel was sure of it.

"Are you sure?" Winters arched a brow at him and went ahead to say, "I mean, the girl just escaped your father and God knows what she went through in his hands. And finally, she found herself in a home with children her age who treats her like one of them, what makes you think she would want to return here? To guns and violence?"

Marcel's hands began to shake knowing that Winters made a fine point. As a kid, all he ever wanted was to escape this hell hole with his mother, but, his sister managed to do so - without him - and was living fine whenever she was. What was the probability she would want to return to a place her brother failed to protect her?

He swallowed nervously and Victor sensing the tension coming off his body, squeezed his thigh assuredly. Marcel, noticing the gesture, took his legs off his body immediately, he didn't want his pity. This was his cross to carry.

Fine, do it alone then, bastard, Victor let him be. When Marcel was being unnecessarily stubborn, the best thing was to leave him alone. He'd come around later.

"Tell me more about this party," Victor asked her.

"The party is held by Reina and her stepdaughter, Isabella Spencer. Isabella is the child Niklaus had in his youth and they want the party to be organized in the Spencer residence and all family members are said to be in attendance.

However, you should know that Isabella is a natural genius, sadly, cold and scary and I'm sure your father Daniel would love to make a relationship with her," Winters intended to be sarcastic and Marcel knew that nor did he say anything. His father was a cold bastard, everyone knew that. Next!

"But then Reina's kind nature must have rubbed off on her because Isabella has mellowed down a bit. motherhood must have changed her tremendously after the birth of her daughter. And for someone who was hardcore on not having kids, she and her husband Pedro adopted a boy through their foundation. The baby's mother was a fifteen-year-old mother who was r*ped by a distant family member and the family sought the foundation's help to shelter her as the

the girl tried to overcome her traumatic experience.

"With her power, Isabella made sure the relative suffered life imprisonment with hard labor. However, the baby's mother wanted nothing to do with the child and after an incident where she nearly killed him, Isabella adopted the child as hers. Hence her own daughter Kaitlyn had an instant brother when she was barely four months old. It's said that Isabella loves the child so much that she even breastfed him to everyone's shock and now the family refers to the kids as twins. In one word, the birthday party is for both children and you would be damned by Isabella if you ruin it. "

Winters gave Marcel a clear warning, Isabella was not someone you messed with and went scot-free. No, the entire Spencer family might look harmless, but they were fiercely protective of their own.

"I don't care about her party, nor would I go through the trouble of causing a scene. I'll just go in, get my sister, and then leave them to continue the rest of their party." Marcel said.

"And how exactly do you plan to do that exactly? Sakuzi is Reina's father and for a huge occasion like that one, he would surely be in attendance and his soldiers would be crawling around the place. What makes you think they wouldn't recognize you at first glance when entrance is by invitation only?" Victor pointed out the flaw in the plan.

"That is exactly why I had Winters get me the guest list," Marcel said.

"And?"

"I'm going to apply Elijah's method, masking."

"What?!" Both Winters and Victor shouted.

"I went through the list and picked out one of the easiest targets. Nahid, he's a curator for a museum and purchases arts for Reina and he was invited to the party too. Unlike the others, Nahid has a really common face and I have people working on his mask already. On that day, my men would abduct the real Nahid while I put on the mask and replace him. " Marcel laid out the plan.

"This doesn't make sense," Winters shook her head, "Even if you wear his face, there are differences in height, body size, and even tone. How are we going to replicate that?"

"I told you he's the best target, I'm a few inches taller than him and from my sources, he has been away from the country for a year and Reina only sent the invitation because she heard he would be back and wanted to catch up with him. He might be leaner than me, but a year is enough for a man to add weight. Moreover, the soldiers at the entrance only need my face and my invitation. I would make sure to avoid Reina for the rest of the night seeing she's the only one that can tell the difference," Marcel told her, having planned it thoroughly.

"God, I love risks," it thrilled Victor.

"And as for the voice part, isn't that your field? Manipulating voices shouldn't be too hard for you, little hacker." Marcel grinned at her.

Winters was short of words and when she finally spoke up, she asked him,

"Have I ever told you you're a brilliant madman?"