Taken By The Mafia Lord

"What are you doing here?" Adele was not pleased when she saw Victor standing in front of her mother's place that morning just when she was about to leave.

"Are you trying to bring attention to me or what?" She fired another question at Victor before he had the chance to answer, looking left and right to make sure that he hadn't brought company with him.

The words Victor wanted to say to her didn't make it past his tongue with her level of intimidation. Honestly speaking, Victor was kind of impressed that Elijah was able to break past the walls that she put up around herself. Enough to put his dick inside of her and get her pregnant. He was quite ballsy and deserved a hand shake from him.

Victor was kidding though because the handshake that asshole Elijah would be getting from him would be a punch to his face. Just because he was not as close to Adele as he was to Marcel even though they were related doesn't mean he would let an outsider taint her dignity and go scot-free. She was still family. Perhaps, Daniel was right in ending that asshole. That would teach the others a lesson.

His gaze traveled down to the bag in her hand and he snatched it from her hand, saying, "You're leaving, right? Good, I can drive you back while we talk on the way."

"Talk?" Adele was confused. She asked, "Did Marcel send you here?" If they had something to talk about, it was probably his idea. She and Victor were not exactly on speaking terms. While the Luciano Family might present a united front to the outside world, only insiders know of the division and household conflicts.

"No, I'm here on my own because I need your expert opinion on something that has been bothering me." Victor said before his eyes scanned the inside of the house and he asked, "Where is your mother?" Victor noticed that she wasn't present.

"Still asleep." Adele shrugged nonchalantly

"And you want to leave without informing her. That's quite cold." Victor said without thinking and her eyes flashed, offended by his words.

However, Adele managed to control herself and said through gritted teeth,

"I didn't want to wake her because she has been stressed out the past few days while taking care of my needs and lecturing me about motherhood. So I wanted her to have more rest, not to mention that she knew from our hearty conversation last night that I am leaving this morning. Also, I posted a note by the side of her bed for when she wakes up."

"Fine, you were being considerate. You win. I take back my word, you're not cold." Victor knew when to call it quits especially when battling with women and at the moment, it looked like Adele was about to eat him for breakfast.

"Let's go then," He went over to his car with her bag, tossing it in the back while opening the front seat for her to go in.

Adele gave him a suspicious look as he held the door open for her.

"The front?" She pointed out that she could easily sit in the backseat with her bag.

"I like reading the expression on the faces of whoever I'm talking to. I'll be driving, would you rather want me to turn my neck every five minutes just to look at you? I still love my life and my fiancée wants me alive to meet our kid, so make things easy for me please." He opened the door widely. It was not an order, but a request if she went along with it.

It was not like she had a choice anyway, Adele decided as she climbed into the car Victor closed the door after her, and together, he drove away.

"So what's so important that you literally had to ambush me on my way out?" Adele asked him, curiosity in her tone. With Victor looking this serious, it had to be worth her time.

"Marcel was attacked last week,"

"What?!" Adele shouted in shock. She was thankful for the fact that she wasn't the one at the steering wheel else she would have hit someone by now.

With her brows furrowed and her eyes slightly widened, she asked him, vexed, "How did this happen? Why don't I know about this?"

"Because my dickhead of a cousin wanted it that way," Victor scoffed, "No wonder the bibles says, and I quote, '

Therefore let the one who thinks he stands firm [immune to temptation, being overconfident and self-righteous], take care that he does not fall [into sin and condemnation].'"

However, Adele turned to him and thundered, "And I quote, 'enough of your Bible references and tell me what the fuck is going on!' "

"Fine, someone sent assassins after Marcel…." He reassured her when he saw the way her face lost color, "But he escaped unscathed, perhaps, a little concussion or something close to it."

"And then what? Who is behind it? My father? Benjamin? Daniel?" She was greedy for details. Adele didn't want to think that Marcel's father was capable of harming his son, but the man was unpredictable and one could never rule out that possibility.

"No, none of our family members are capable to pull that off, it was someone else."

"Who?" Adele wanted to know, her fist clutching already as she craved to spill his or her blood already.

As Marcel's underboss, it was also her responsibility to keep him safe even though his death would put her next in line to the throne. Not that Adele didn't want to be boss, but not in this way. If she was going to have that position, it would be through her hard work.

"Richardo Santi," Victor announced to her expecting that her eyes would light up in recognition, but there was nothing.

Adele thought hard about it and it still didn't ring a bell in her head.

"Who is he?" she asked.

"Exactly," Victor concurred, "Who is he?"