Taken By The Mafia Lord

"What are you talking about?" Adele looked confusedly at Victor, pointing to her chest and then back at him, "You were the one that brought him up and now you're asking me about this Richardo or whatever he is?" It was fucking bullshit. Was he kidding with her?

"I'm talking about the fact that Marcel underestimates him just the same way you did right now," Victor said.

"Well, I don't know the dude, what do you expect me to say?"

"Marcel had the same nonchalant attitude towards him even when all evidence pointed towards him."

Adele opened her mouth to say something, but she gave up, she was not in the mood to argue with him this morning. She would not be the reason for his mood change.

"Fine, tell me what you know about him."

"I'm sorry," Victor apologized to her suddenly, "It just annoys me when everyone treats the bastard so insignificant when he could end up being a thorn in our side." He said.

"So how do you know that Richardo is the one who sent assassins after Marcel?" Adele was curious to know. He had to give her something and then they can work from there.

"I don't have concrete but circumstantial evidence."

"Circumstantial evidence?" Adele frowned, this better be worth her time.

"Richardo is trying to flood the streets with drugs, Marcel is not a fan of such a venture. What do you think a wannabe crime lord would do to pave a way for his business to boom?"

"Murder Marcel? No, no newbie is that ballsy."

"Not unless he has help or a reason to be confident," Victor said, reaching for the glove compartment but Adele got to it first and pulled out folded papers from the dashboard.

Adele's expression was set deep in concentration as she stared hard at the list of names and then information about an orphanage.

"What is this?"

"After Elijah managed to infiltrate our organization out of our own carelessness, I decided to double-check the background of our members secretly."

"No way, that would take up to weeks!"

Adele was impressed by his attentiveness.

A smug expression appeared on Victor's face as he said, "Make that a week."

Adele's jaw opened in disbelief, however, she managed to control herself; she could not let Victor get any prouder.

He continued, "That was when I stumbled upon something more shocking..." Victor turned to Adele who was staring at him with intrigue before shifting his gaze back unto the road.

"It turned out that Macy grew up in the same orphanage that Richardo's father sponsored. What was the possibility that she handed out Marcel's location to Richardo on the day that he was attacked?"

"Bullshit!" Adele was enraged, "You call this circumstantial evidence?! We should get that bitch by now and torture everything she knows out of her lying mouth!" She shouted in his face, worked up already and Victor had to remind her gently.

"I am on the wheels."

"Sorry," Adele apologized, leaning back into her seat. However, from the way that she kept tapping her feet, Victor knew that she couldn't wait to spring into action. Just like his workaholic cousin Marcel - until Arianna came along - Adele took her work quite seriously.

She turned to him with her lips pressed into a thin line, obviously displeased that he kept such a huge secret from her, "What is your line of action? What would you have done if you haven't come for my expert opinion?"

"Do what I do best."

"And that is?"

"Protect my family." Victor stared her straight in the eyes.

Adele told her, "I wonder if everyone comprises under your definition of family, or is the list limited?"

"Family is family," Victor told her with deeper meaning, their eyes holding for seconds although it seemed like forever before refocusing them on the road once again.

"That's nice to know," Adele muttered under her breath, facing her front. There was nothing but silence between the both of them for a while until she asked him,

"Does Marcel know about this?"

"Not yet. But he gave me full authority to pursue the case. I don't want to bother him until I have the concrete evidence that he needs to believe that Richardo is a threat."

"Not to mention Macy of all people," Adele sighed under her breath, "And to think that I felt pity for her."

Victor's head whipped around to her, feeling disgusted by the thought,

"You felt pity for her?"

"Her situation felt a bit similar to mine, she was rejected by both men she felt something for."

"No, hers was a case of greediness. Macy didn't love either of us, she just didn't know what she wanted," Victor said between gritted teeth, "Marcel and I are not properties to be shared in turns."

"Fine, how do you propose we get her then?"

"We go the natural way," Victor said, "I know Macy and if indeed she is working with Richardo, she would have her guards up knowing she's taking a risk here. This means that we have to be careful around her so we don't accidentally alert her and she takes off. We know nothing about Richardo and it seems that she's the only one that can provide us with such information. "

"In that case…." Adele went over the plans she had with Victor as they exchanged ideas until he nodded his head in approval.

"We would go with that then," Victor agreed and the both of them drove on in comfortable silence until they arrived at their destination.

Adele's apartment.

"Thank you for your help," Adele said, taking her bag from him.

"I can help you take it upstairs." Victor offered, considering her condition but Adele turned it down. She was not as fragile as they thought.

"No, but thank you for your help."

And with those words, Adele bid him goodbye and went into the lobby. She then went into the elevator that took her to her floor, arriving at her apartment.

Adele inputted the password and was cleared, she then turned the doorknob and went in only to halt in her footstep almost immediately.

Something was not right.