Taken By The Mafia Lord

There was a lot on Marcel's mind as he drove to see his father. Honestly, when that news came, Marcel had somehow hoped that the man was dead - at least it would save him the trouble of finishing the job himself - but at the same time, a tiny bit of him hoped that he was okay. And it was that tiny bit of him that he resented so much.

His father was right, he was a weakling. He had gotten his compassion from his mother and that emotion would be the death of him. Look at him, he had a girlfriend who was keeping the secret of another man that was also his enemy from him and yet he kept her alive. As if that wasn't enough, he couldn't protect his sister enough. And the cherry on the top, his father was a thorn in his side, amazing right?

He was pathetic.

But then, what could he really do? The alternative was becoming his father and Marcel would never entertain such a thought. Growing up, his dreams have always been to be different from the man and his anchor was the thoughts and memories of his mother.

Marcel couldn't just understand it, why did his father treat his mother the way he did? Marcel couldn't even see himself ever laying a hand on Arianna, it was equivalent to harming his own body. It just didn't make sense. Why would his father harm the one he loves? Was it just an act of masochism or was he simply that depraved?

Or he never loved her?

That single thought sent chills down Marcel's spine and he gripped the steering wheel tight, a furrow in his brows. Why had he never thought from this angle? He had simply assumed that couples were supposed to have affection for each other. Otherwise, how could they have endured each other enough to have a child?

Now that he thought about it, even as a child, there was no love lost between his parents. While his mother might have liked his father in the end, there was always that coldness in Daniel's eyes whenever he looked at his mother. He could almost call it repulsion, resentment, hatred…. That was the same look he had in his eyes whenever he was with Clara, Marcel came to a startling realization.

Just like Daniel almost forced him to marry Clara, what if the reason his father was harsh towards his mother was that he was forced into marrying her - the one he didn't love?

Sweat trickled down Marcel's forehead even when he was in an open-roofed car and a shiver of apprehension danced down his back. He didn't like the startling discoveries he was making and he tried to push it to the back of his mind. It was all theories, there was no evidence yet - only his father had them.

Thanks to the nervous energy and butterflies fluttering in his stomach, Marcel stepped it up, racing to his father's fortress, and made it there in record-breaking time. The security around Daniel's place was doubled and Marcel almost laughed at the situation.

Daniel was weak and if there was any time to take him out, it was now and his father knew that, hence the fortifications. Marcel was let in without question, however, the tension in the air was thick. Everyone of them knew that he didn't have a great relationship with his father and he might as well be here to eliminate him.

If only they knew that Marcel had nothing of such a nature in mind. If his father was going to die, Marcel prayed it would be in the hands of the many people he provoked. Let their face be the last thing he saw and know how pitifully he lived his life.

It wasn't until Marcel made it to the entrance of the house that he was stopped. He looked at the two men in front of him arrogantly, "What?" he questioned.

"I'm sorry but you need to be searched," The man dared to say.

Marcel chuckled sarcastically before his face darkened, "I dare you to lay a hand on me,"

"I'm sorry but it's for the boss' sake, you do know that he's injured and -"

"And you do know that I'm the boss above all bosses," Marcel cut him off, a coldness in his eyes as he went ahead to say, "I am the Don of this family and my word is above that of my father. In one word, I owe you and your life as well and If I say move, you move. Do you get it?!"

There was no response.

"Answer me!" He yelled in his face with great intensity.

"Yes, Don!" The man answered, finally realizing his place.

Marcel didn't say anything, he simply shoved the bastard out of the way without being interrupted. However, Marcel only took three steps when he halted, the anger inside of him burning fiercely more than before.

Before any of them could do anything to stop him, Marcel already pulled out his gun and shot the bastard right in the head. There were shouts of alarm and most of the soldiers reached for their guns, but they could not do anything in the end. As much as Daniel ruled them with an iron fist, Marcel was still the boss. They were under him.

It was a warning. Marcel's authority was not to be belittled anymore - especially when it concerns his father. Without as much as a word, Marcel tucked the gun into his waistband and resumed his journey. He had passed the message he wanted.

He finally located the room his father was in and pushed the door open. Daniel was awake and being checked by his doctor, however, his attention shifted to him when he came inside.

"Hoho, what a surprise," He laughed.

Oh, he still had the energy to laugh, Marcel was suddenly regretting ever wishing he survived. Staring at Daniel's smug face made nothing but anger stirred inside of him.

Why didn't he die?