Taken By The Mafia Lord

"Daniel is not here," Marcel pointed out to Victor who came to stand at his side. He didn't know whether to be relieved or get anxious by that thought.

"Perhaps, he's running late." Victor didn't want to think the worst.

"Lesson 101 on knowing Daniel, he would never be late at a gathering like this one. He would love to be the first to be able to access his enemies, recognize their weakness, and piss me off, undoubtedly."

Marcel let out a shaky breath, "It can't be a coincidence that he's missing on the day that Natalie is getting married."

At once Victor leaned closer, checking their surroundings to make sure no one was watching them as he said in a lowered voice, "You think he somehow heard about the wedding."

"It would be more shocking to me if he doesn't know. He's practically obsessed with her."

"Maybe I should send some men to stop him?" Victor asked him.

"And what if he's at Natalie's wedding already, are they going to tackle him there? What if he resists them and it breaks into a fight? Tension is already tight between us and the Draven's. We can't give them a reason to react, accidentally or not."

Victor nodded his head in understanding. Moreover, it was not like the Draven's were going to open their doors wide for them to come in and check on Daniel. No, Eric probably put out posters for Daniel, his uncle was not going to get a mile from Natalie.

Marcel pinched the space between his brows. He said to Victor, "Just let him be. Daniel might be reckless, not stupid. He should know by now that Eric and Natalie are serious about each other and can't do anything about it. Who knows, my father might have a heart after all and is currently mourning the love of his life already," Marcel said with deep sarcasm at the end. He still could not understand how he could loathe the woman, Natalie, and yet, love her daughter, Arianna. Fate was fucking with him.

"Moreover," Marcel continued," He not appearing in the meeting today is to my benefit. Daniel does a good job of controlling people's opinions around here, I'll be taking up that role today."

Marcel patted Victor on his back. Putting on a serious look, he said, "Let's get this meeting started."

Just like that, Marcel stepped into the conference room in style with Victor trailing after him as everyone turned to stare at them. Everyone was left dumbfounded by the confident aura they exuded, their gazes following the handsome men until Marcel took his place at the head table and Victor at his left with Adele, his underboss, having taken her place at his right.

"Thank you all for attending the meeting today," Marcel said to them, his gaze taking in everyone seated down until his sharp gaze noticed that another person, aside from his father, was missing.

Cindy.

Of course, Marcel was not bothered about Cindy - she was not worth his time - but the girl was as slippery as an eel and he did not want her going around and causing unnecessary problems in his place. Hence, he was about to signal Victor to go find her when a scream was heard and everyone in the room had their hands going to their guns already.

They thought that it was an attack from a rival clan and had their weapons to defend themselves already. After all, it wasn't the first time they suffered an attack after the enemies got news of their gathering.

It was the fastest way to destroy a Mafia family - take out their top guns one after the other or destroy them all in one place. However, there was no sound of bullets flying around, not to mention that the banshee cry sounded familiar.

Adele stood up the same Marcel did and they both left to take care of the situation while Victor stood to announce to the family members, "Don't worry, we have this covered."

It was not hard to find the source of the noise because some of his men had gathered around the scene and one should already see the murderous look on Marcel's face when he discovered it was coming from Arianna's room. He did not need to know what happened, all he knew was that Cindy trespassed into Arianna's room. She violated her room.

Who gave her the right?!

Hence, as soon as he came in to see Cindy still screaming while holding up her limp finger, Marcel didn't waste a second to land a slap on her face and she saw stars.

"Marcel!" Adele moved in between them and said sternly to him, "Control yourself,"

Marcel looked at Adele with his red, fiery eyes before they flickered back at Cindy who now had tears running down her cheeks. She couldn't believe that Marcel just hit her.

"Get her out of here," He growled the orders at his men.

"No, wait, what about my finger? My ring finger!" Cindy cried out. Her screams echoed around the house as they dragged her away.

As soon as she was gone, Marcel's attention was drawn to the chihuahua barking for his attention. Marcel bent down and picked Redhead, his eyes narrowing in displease when he saw the blood stains on the bed Sheet. The sheet still carried Arianna's faint smell and Cindy just ruined it.

Judging from the little stain around Redhead's snout and his constant barking, Marcel could already deduce what had happened. Cindy was lucky enough she had not bumped into Samson, who has become a constant guardian of Arianna's room else it would have been a different story altogether.

"Don't worry, boy, the nuisance is gone. Calm down, now," Marcel said, scratching his fur and soothing him.

As if Redhead could understand him, he calm down and Marcel lifted him only to kiss on top of his head, saying, "You did Daddy proud today,"

He turned to Adele, "Tell them to get rid of the sheet," and he left with the chihuahua.

Meanwhile, back in the conference room, some of the family members were becoming annoyed with Marcel's disappearance and were ready to complain when the door was opened, startling them. They quickly composed themselves as Marcel came in with a stoic expression with a cute-looking chihuahua in his arms.

What the hell?

However, none of them dared to say a word, watching Marcel sit back down and stroke the chihuahua leisurely. Redhead in question leaned into his side as if staking his claim on Marcel and daring others not to come close.

"Now, where were we?"