Taken By The Mafia Lord

"And where were you that night?" Benjamin cut him off and Marcel turned his intense gaze on him. There was a smug look on his face as he repeated the question, "Where were you that night, Marcel? Why did you not stop the attack?"

Marcel smiled wryly, licking his lower lips. Benjamin was the least smart out of all of his uncles and he could already visualize the many ways he could end his pathetic life - not that he was going to do it. But imagining it was quite therapeutic and effective in helping him handle his anger.

He looked at him and said, "I didn't know that this was an interrogation? Wait, I have to report my going in and out to you now?"

Benjamin answered, "We just want to know what happened -"

"Then shut up and listen to my report and stop cutting me off!" Marcel thundered, stunning the man and everyone else at the table.

Daniel looked at his dear son and smiled. Whatever made his son this way, he hoped it continued. But then, he knew the truth, and that was why he was somehow glad the girl was out of the picture. Just like him, Marcel's eyes were finally opened and with this right attitude, he could see both of them making great achievements in the future.

Benjamin didn't utter a word after that public scolding. It seems that hanging around with Daniel for the first time gave him the confidence that he could do whatever he wanted with his son - and Daniel would be on his side. However, Daniel in question didn't even react, if anything, he said to Marcel instead, "Go on,"

Seeing that Daniel was not ready to defend his pride anytime soon, Benjamin cleared his throat and glued his ass to the seat like the good old man he was while Marcel continued his speech.

"The attack was carried out by Elijah Draven, brother to the head of the commission," Marcel revealed and their murmurs echoed across the room.

Each of them seated there knew what this meant. The commission stood for peace among the Mafia families and the brother to the head of the commission should know better. Killing one of their own was asking for trouble and trouble in their world was equivalent to war and a member of the commission can't have war, not to talk of the head. It was an abuse of power.

Marcel went on to say, "Elijah has been on my radar for a while now but we couldn't get to him. He stole my armory months ago and was responsible for the death of five of our men and one of them was a caporegime. His crimes are numerous. However, in my haste to retrieve the weapons, he got the upper hand and infiltrated our organization. "

Another round of murmur echoed across the room once more. If Elijah infiltrated their organization, who knew how many of their secrets he holds? Who knows what he was going to do with that?

"He has been going under the name of Aziz and through the use of his alter ego, led us around the bush until that night when he decided to take off his mask. We have no idea of his whereabouts since he fled, but it's clear that he's under his brother Eric's protection right now." Marcel finished his narration and sat down.

Robert then stood up, staring at Marcel intently before he turned to the audience and gestured, "We have all heard what Marcel has to tell us about the incident. However, I have to say that I find something lacking in that report."

At that moment, Marcel and Victor's gaze connected instantly, the both of them communicating tactically. Call it instinct but they had a feeling about what was about to happen next.

Robert moved out of his seat and walked over to where Marcel was, leaning beside the table, he asked while holding his gaze, "Does it make sense that Aziz or Elijah or whatever he comes himself would infiltrate the organization and then attack your base without any casualty recorded?" He leaned till he was in Marcel's space and said to everyone's hearing, "He revealed his face to you after hiding it for so long? Why?"

"He was taunting me," Marcel answered, unruffled unlike Robert's failing attempt to intimidate him, "He must have gotten bored of the game and decided to drop the act. Taking out all of my men shows my weak security, a huge failure on my part, don't you think so?"

Seeing the smirk on his face made Robert stand up straight and he faced the gathering.

"Marcel might have said one thing but I think he missed out on something. Sure, there was no casualty, but I stumbled upon a report, someone was missing after the attack. A woman -"

"Don't involve her."

"Why did you not talk about her in the first place?"

"I didn't know that you guys spy on my private life as well, pervert, much?"He retorted, looking bored instead of being angry as the others had expected him to be.

"Elijah took her, why?"

"She's my woman, what other reason does Elijah need to take her? Stuff like this happens in our lives once in a while, considering our type of occupation, what more do you expect? Moreover, I told you, Elijah is taunting me. What's the highest form of insult except to capture the boss' woman?" Marcel lied through his teeth.

What in the world was he even doing? He wasn't supposed to support Arianna, no, if anything, he should reveal her crime and let his family deal with it. But here he was covering up her crimes like the fool he was. Victor was right, he has not gotten over her - and would probably never.

"Is that so?" said Daniel who has been quiet all this while.

Marcel looked at Daniel, releasing a slow breath. Out of everyone here, Marcel knew his father was his toughest opponent and the one he had to watch out for the most. It was as if the old man got off on tormenting him; a sadist. Not that it was surprising if that was the case.

"If anything, I heard that the girl was a spy?" He said.