Taken By The Mafia Lord

"Are you done?" Marcel asked because her villainous cackle was already getting to him. They weren't even shooting a horror movie here and it was getting annoying.

He told her, "I can give you more time to unload your grievances before you leave this earth. You can consider it a privilege for the time spent together,"

"How magnanimous of you," Macy mocked him. She laughed again, but unlike the other times, this one seemed self-deprecating.

It was as if she realized at the last minute how stupid she was by sparing his life. She shouldn't have shown him mercy - because he wouldn't show her one now.

"I'll take that as a no then," Marcel said when he saw her seething. Macy knew deep down that it was over for her.

"For starters, I think the unfortunate one here is you, not me. You're the one bound to a chair, remember."

"Also…." He leaned closer, "From what I have learned from your story so far, you think Arianna is your problem. No, she is not. Allow me to tell you what your problem is, Macy. It is greed."

He continued, "Even if we did get married, would it ever be enough for you? You thought having me as a husband is compensation enough for your father's death, what if I lose my worth? What if you are not satisfied with your position by my side and want my seat instead? What if you finally decided the Luciano family is compensation for your father's death?"

Marcel laughed sarcastically, "That's the cycle of greed, Macy. It never stops but rather keeps growing until every little thing becomes the reason for your action," He hinted at the fact she used Arianna as an excuse to want to take his life.

"It's a lie, you don't know what you're talking about. Even up to now, you're still trying to make reasons for her. Arianna should have never been there in the first place. You should have killed her for stealing from you and keeping Elijah's identity a secret!" she argued.

"Yeah, totally unlike someone who wanted to kill me." He sassed.

Macy's expression shifted when she realized none of her words would impact him. She then spat out,

"Your father is right, you are too weak, Marcel."

The mask Marcel put on earlier cracked and the emotion he was trying to hide was revealed a little. Macy had once been close to him and knew just the right button to push. There was a deep frown on his face, but surprisingly, Marcel let it all go in the next minute.

His mask was back on.

"That's quite low coming from you of all people," He was disappointed.

Confusion knitted her brows, Macy thought he would have last his calm by now. The Marcel she knew, wouldn't take that insult lying down.

"Well, it's quite fortunate that Arianna tells me the opposite of that, every day. And guess what, I don't care about looking weak in front of scum like you, because at the end of the day, your opinion isn't worth a thing."

He stood up, "I think this is the point where I take my leave. Send my greetings to your father in hell when you see him." Marcel was just about to leave when she shouted,

"Richardo would not let this go!"

Marcel scratched the side of his face, he was bored of this game already. He slowly turned to her and said, "Is this the point where you try to negotiate with him for your freedom."

"No," She said haughtily, "This is the point where I tell you that the fight is far from over."

"To be honest Macy, I thought you were smarter than this. Joining hands with a nobody like Richardo is a smear on your reputation, not to talk of mine. You should have chosen wisely."

"You're right," Macy admitted to his surprise, "At the end of the day, you would surely win against him, but at that cost? Arianna's life?"

Marcel stiffened upon hearing that, his hands forming into a fist by his sides while his jaw clenched tightly. He would kill anyone who dares touch a strand on her head by a thousand cuts. He didn't care, Marcel swore he would peel the person's skin off his body while alive. It would be a long, agonizing death.

He strode over to Macy and grabbed her by the chin tightly.

But she simpered through the pain, "Your father doesn't get to you anymore, but the threat on Arianna's life does, huh?"

"Don't. Provoke. Me." Marcel warned through gritted teeth, his grip on her jaw tightening.

She retorted, "This is not a provocation but a quick reminder as to what would happen if you take my life. Do you think Richardo is stupid or merely suicidal? Have you asked yourself why he is so confident in taking you on? What if he has a trump card that he hadn't revealed yet? How confident are you that you would win this battle?"

Marcel's grip loosened but he didn't let go entirely as he searched her gaze. There was just a confidence in those eyes that told him to take a second to reconsider ending her. He looked in the direction where Victor hid in the shadows and noticed his subtle gesture.

He let go of her and Macy gasped slightly before beginning to work her jaw. That hurts so much.

"You better pray he's worth my attention," He threatened her.

"I should be the one telling you not to come begging at my feet later for help." Macy was smug.

With one final look of disgust, Marcel left her there. The moment he was out, Victor was by his side, saying,

"I know people in their last moments tend to bluff a lot but I studied Macy and that was no bluffing. I think she knows something we don't know."

Marcel halted in his steps and so did his cousin. He turned to him, and ordered,

"Find out everything you can on that Richardo guy and check for my blind spots, my weaknesses. Keep enough security on Chloe, and put an alert to Adele. Ask her to kindly look out to see if any of my annoying relatives are missing and might be used as a bargaining chip in this game. "

"Sure," Victor took note, "And what about you? What are you going to do?" He knew Marcel wouldn't keep quiet about this since it has gotten to this point.

Marcel said, "Going to check up on Arianna. She's the target."