Taken By The Mafia Lord

"Boss, the girl is gone," Was the news Daniel received from his second in command.

At once, Daniel lowered the paper that he was reading, his interest piqued. The girl was gone already? How was that possible unless Natalie got to her first? It seems that she got a lot smarter this time - she was taking all the precautions.

"What happened?" Daniel asked him, folding the paper and dropping it beside him on the bed. This was more important.

And just like that, the man narrated the attack on the base and how Arianna was taken.

"It's been confirmed that the person who took her was the same man that took the lives of our men in the past and his name is Elijah Draven."

"Draven?" Daniel was stunned by the news until a small smile curved his lips to the side. "The commission," He muttered under his breath before he burst into full laughter.

"What is wrong, boss?" He was curious.

"Everything looks promising and to think that Natalie went to the Draven for help," Daniel glanced up at him, "Call for a family meeting, we must strike now while the blade is still hot. That son of mine doesn't understand that he's way over his head this time."

"Are you sure, boss?" His second in command was conflicted, looking at his injury, "I don't think you're in any state to be moving around…."

He was still saying when Daniel got off the bed and pushed himself to his feet. Although he felt that sharp pain at his side, Daniel didn't show it and stood proudly with his head raised high.

"I have been through a lot and didn't die, what makes you think that this small injury would be able to pull me down?" His arrogance was all over the place.

Daniel stepped closer to the young man till he was in his space and said to him with a threatening aura, "And when I give you an instruction next time, you do that without questioning."

"Aye, boss," The poor young man named Haz swallowed uneasily.

"Now, get out,"

"Yes, boss," Haz said and took his leave. He was already close to grabbing the doorknob when Daniel said,

"Wait,"

He paused instantly, taking a deep breath before turning to face Daniel with his heart pounding in his chest. What now? He prayed that he hadn't done anything wrong. The last man in his position didn't exactly die in a good way and he knew that it was only a matter of time before he offended Daniel or his enemies got to him first.

"What is it, boss?"

"I want you to find out Natalie's relationship with the Draven family?" Daniel didn't know why but it made him uneasy.

She couldn't have done it alone. The fact that Natalie was able to successfully hide from him all these years, she must have had some kind of help. And it was that kind of help that bothered Daniel.

Just like them, the Draven crime family was not ordinary and has been around for a while. They were not exactly competitors in the sense that the family was not interested in dragging territories with them. Their war was preserving their position in the commission.

The Commission is the governing body that oversees Mafia crime families and settles disputes. They play a larger role like having more oversight over the various crime families. But even with that great power, there was a limit to their governing system, like exercising more control over the families' activities. Intervening too much in each family's operations can bring a little tension.

However, if Elijah was really from the Draven family, Daniel could already see how this was going to end. A war was inevitable.

How could the brother of the head of the commission take the lives of the soldiers belonging to the Luciano family?

It was going to be chaos - and he loves chaos.

The previous head of the commission was late and his position was taken over by his son. If Natalie wanted help, she would have probably gone to him. But then, the man was younger than she was and Daniel knew Natalie wouldn't do the young man. He hoped.

"Yes, boss," Haz answered and finally left.

As soon as the door was closed, Daniel was left all alone again and he ended his brave facade. He quickly sat back down on his bed, groaning and breathing fast.

It hurt like a bitch.

Damn Natalie!

How could she do this to him?

What if he had died?

Would she regret shooting him?

Would she even cry for his death?

After Daniel was able to catch his breath, he stood up once more and walked over to his mirror. He stared at his reflection and then carefully lifted the loose shirt he was wearing because of his injury.

He stared at his injury with intensity, what had Natalie been thinking when she shot him? Had she shot him out of fear and defense or had she really shot him out of hatred?

Daniel knew the both of them didn't have the best of relationship in the past and understood why she would hate him. But then, he had done all of that not to lose her. She just didn't understand how much she meant to him.

Although Daniel wouldn't admit it, he was grateful that Natalie was alive. He thought that he had been happy that she was dead, but it was his anger speaking and he was much happier now.

Unlike his younger self, Daniel knew that the chances of them being together were nil. The only reason he tackled her the first time they met was that he was happy she was alive after all. But now, he was sure that Natalie would murder him in his sleep if he dared to recreate the past. Moreover, he was a little too old for that.

However, Daniel wouldn't mind annoying her for the rest of his life. It was fun. That was why he needed to know about her because, if he can't be with Natalie, then no one else can be with her either.