Taken By The Mafia Lord

For the first time in her entire life, Adele dreaded coming to the base, coming to see Marcel - the cousin that she had always looked up to and who inspired her. She had hoped to be like him thanks to his bravery in overthrowing his father and his unique leadership so far.

Unlike the previous leaders of the family so far, Marcel was the most flexible and impartial. She knew that no other person would have taken her as an underboss even if she worked herself to the limit. No matter what, she would always be below a man - no one believed women had major roles in the Mafia except being their wives and mistresses.

The only woman that had made any substantial difference in the family business was Carmine, Victor's mother. But it was obvious that she had only supported her brother in the first place to take over the family business - a move she regrets - and since then, has been keeping minimal involvement.

Still, Marcel saw her potential and noticed her hard work. But not anymore. Adele was embarrassed to face Marcel, knowing that she failed him. Had she been a little observant and hadn't let feelings get in the way of her work, this wouldn't have happened.

As soon as Adele arrived at the base, she noticed numerous gazes on her and they were all judgemental. In their eyes, she was probably the slut who got in bed with the enemy. Even at that, Adele didn't shrink away or walk with a hunch, no, she walked with her head raised high.

If anyone had a problem with her, they should say it to her face. Her fist was thirsty for a bit of action anyway. With the emotions bottled up inside of her, Adele needed to focus somewhere. Luckily for them, no one dared to step in her way or make any insulting remark till she was gone. Seems they all love their life anyway. Cowards.

However, the confidence disappeared the instant she entered the office and met Marcel's stern face with Victor around as well. There was silence in the room and the tension was so thick that Adele felt the panic from before trying to take hold of her again. However, she pushed it down, reminding herself why she needed this job. This was not the time to break down.

Adele did not take a seat, not without Marcel giving her the instruction. Hence, she simply stood in the middle of the room waiting for him to say a word. It seems that she was not the only uncomfortable one because Victor sat down on the couch, biting down on his nails and staring at Marcel intently as if he could figure out what was going on in his mind.

When Adele couldn't stand the silence anymore, she said, "I'm sorry -"

"Sorry doesn't change anything," Marcel cut her off, finally lifting his face to look at her and the coldness Adele saw in those eyes made her gulp. This was not the Marcel he knew and yet he was the same person.

"Nor does it bring Arianna back," He completed, the temperature in the room falling even though the air conditioner was off.

Of course, he took Arianna, that truth left a bitter taste in her tongue and bile rose to her throat but Adele pushed it back down. She was stronger. She can survive this.

"I thought that it was the best decision to make. I didn't know that the enemy was right beside me -"

"Because you were fucking him…" He arched a brow at her, "or should I put it the other way round, he was fucking you?" Marcel said crudely.

Adele flinched visibly and Victor saw her reaction and that pissed him off. He turned to Marcel and said to him, "That's quite rich coming from you?"

"Excuse me?"

Victor faced him, "You talk as if you weren't the same way when you first brought Arianna here? You knew the implications of being with her and yet you went ahead to date and fall in love with her. So what gives you the right to persecute Adele?" He sneered, "That's hypocrisy at the finest,"

Marcel shot up to his feet, furious, "Don't you dare compare the both of us!" He pointed at Adele, "She was sleeping with the enemy! How couldn't she have known?! Surely, there were signs, hints he dropped at a point!"

"And Arianna knew the face of the enemy! How is it any different?!" Victor fired at him, "Just because you're hurting inside doesn't mean that everyone else has to be miserable because of you! You're just selfish and self-centered!"

"What did you just say?" Marcel's eyes flashed with rage. How dare he call him selfish upon all he has done?

And while all of this was going on, Adele was wound up in a world of her own. All of this was her fault. It was because of her. If only she had pointed out the suspicion she had towards Aziz, then he would have been caught in time.

Her stomach suddenly churned and none of the men about to have a serious face-off noticed the sick look on her face until her palm traveled to her mouth and she began to gag.

It was at that moment that Marcel and Victor stopped their argument and stopped to look at Adele looking for something and it hit them.

"No, no, no, there's the toilet -" The both of them were still saying but Adele was unable to hold it in anymore. She had to let it out now!

Without a second thought, she grabbed the glass coffee jug on Marcel's desk and pulled off the lid.

"No, not my coffee…!"

Marcel was still saying when Adele put her mouth to her hug and threw up.

"No!!" Marcel wailed as he stared at the violation of his precious coffee jug. He wasn't even sure that particular luxurious jug was in the market anymore because the company had gone out of business.

Why was this happening to him?!

Why him?