Taken By The Mafia Lord

"How did this happen?" Victor queried as soon as he came into his cousin's office.

Just as Marcel promised him, he sent a car back for him, but with a little alteration to the plan. He sent security. The moment Victor saw the soldiers, he knew at once that something was wrong. Something has happened for Marcel to send them to protect him.

"I was attacked," Marcel answered.

He was lying on the couch with a cold pack pressed to the side of his face. Marcel had not exactly emerged from the accident unharmed, he had a swollen bump on his face when he hit his head on the steering wheel in the process of trying to control his car that had earlier spiraled out of control.

Marcel also suffered bruises on various sides of his body from the hot chase. But then, aside from the throbbing headache and body pain, he was good.

"Exactly, what happened?" Victor asked, coming to sit beside him and taking the cold pack from him. He took care of the bump instead.

"I was being trailed, and only realized it at the last minute. I managed to escape though, and Voilà! Here I am, alive and kicking while they aren't." Marcel declared.

"Yeah, with 'managed' being the word." Victor reminded him that he had a narrow escape.

"It would never happen again, my head is back in the game now especially after knowing someone hired assassins after me,"

Victor, who had been rubbing the cold pack on his face, paused at once, "Did you just say assassins?"

"Mercenaries." He said, "I saw the tattoo branded on one of them. The other two were toast. And you should have seen me in action, Victor, it was so badass. One moment I was being chased and the next, I reversed and they ended up being chased -"

"Marcel!" Victor shouted at him, "Do you even realize how serious this is?"

"Of course, I have a tennis-sized bump on my head," He gestured with his fist.

"No, it means someone wants you dead, idiot." Victor hit him in the back of the head.

"Seriously," Marcel groaned, "I am currently a patient, dear cousin."

"And I am not your doctor." Victor sighed, silence descending on the both of them. He lifted his face, "This is serious, Marcel. Someone out there wants you dead."

"Well, who doesn't want me dead?" Marcel looked him dead in the eyes, "I'm Daniel's son. If they can't get through my crazy father, surely his son would be an easier target. And number two, I'm the Mafia Don of this family, that already makes me a target to my rivals out there."

"We would tighten security then and probably bring that up in the meeting tomorrow -"

"You are not bringing that up, not at all," Marcel told him firmly.

"Any one of us could be in danger and we don't even know who is after us?"

"They could have attacked us on the way to Mimi's place, but they didn't and waited for me to be all alone. It's clear that the target had been me, not someone else." Marcel said.

Victor looked at him with a narrowed gaze, "Why do I feel like there is something that you're not telling me?"

"You mean the part where Daniel might decide to create chaos with this piece of news? I kept everything quiet, Victor, be sure to do the same."

Victor thought about it, "You think Daniel might not let the incident go and blame it on someone like…." His eyes widened, "The Draven family."

He quickly added, "It makes sense that the Draven's would be the first on his list of suspects considering we have an unresolved conflict."

"We both know that Eric Draven would not do this. He is an honorable man and not the type to send assassins after his rivals, stabbing them in the back. However, Daniel is looking for an excuse for this war to happen, and if he comes to know about the attack? "

"Innocent or not, he would heap the blame on the Draven family and manipulate the others to vote on the war," Victor figured out the rest.

He said to Marcel, "We must have the meeting tomorrow and have the elders on our side before Daniel can think of retaliating."

Marcel nodded his head and then laid back on the couch with a groan. His entire body hurt and he would need a lot of painkillers to sleep tonight if he was going to face his father tomorrow. At this point in his life, he needed a break from everything and he didn't see that happening soon.

"Don't move," Victor resumed his treatment for his face, "We have to reduce the swelling against the meeting tomorrow else Daniel begins to snoop around to know what happened to his precious son."

"Haha, funny," Marcel laughed sarcastically, but he let Victor do whatever he wanted with him.

Victor made him lie on his lap because the position seemed much easier and rubbed around the bump. He continued the treatment in silence until Marcel said,

"Do you know, if you weren't my cousin and a boy, I would have fallen for you? Your eyes are so pretty." Marcel stared at him in adoration.

Victor halted his movement at once and looked down at Marcel with a raised brow. He asked, "Just how hard did you hit your head?"

"I don't exactly know. I didn't even feel the pain until I came home and the adrenaline wore off," He confessed.

"In that case, you need a doctor. What if you suffered a concussion? No wonder you're beginning to talk rubbish, " Victor was ready to call his doctor when Marcel stopped him.

"I'm fine, Victor. I know my body well and I'm not having double vision. I'll just sleep it off and feel better in the morning." He promised him.

Victor gave him a long look but agreed in the end reluctantly. He would look after him tonight anyway and if something's not right, he'd call the doctor right away.

Silence filled the room once again. But then, Victor had something to say, he just doesn't know if this was the right moment. But then, he couldn't keep it in forever and eventually announced,

"I think you and Arianna might be able to meet."