Taken By The Mafia Lord

"Come on, let's toast to the growth of our clan!" One of them shouted, raising his cup, and was ready to declare the toast.

"Of course," Another person agreed and was up on his feet immediately as if supporting his brother's decision.

Soon, a series of "Yes, we should," Filled the restaurant as a group of able-bodied men rose to their feet in agreement.

"To the progress of our clan!" The first man declared with vigor and the rest of them echoed his statement with their glasses raised before gulping down the whole thing.

These people were no other than lower-class members of the Luciano gang who were not invited to the party going on at Marcel's place but decided to have a good time somewhere else.

They had rented out the whole restaurant so one came to interrupt their fun. Almost immediately, as if on cue, the door to the restaurant was opened and women in skimpy and tight dresses sashayed in.

"They're finally here!" A man announced with almost tears in his eyes.

He had been waiting for the women all night - they were the big highlight of the gathering. May God bless their boss' assistant, sir Victor for his magnanimous heart and great insight into what they needed to perform better.

There were enough women for all the men in there that some even got to share two. One could say that Victor almost emptied all the brothels in the state just for just this special occasion. Hehe, they were surely going to have fun tonight.

Hence, while they were lost in the fun, they didn't get to notice the mysterious figure that made it to one of the cars parked right outside the restaurant.

The figure's electronic blue eyes shone in the dark with intelligence and a great thirst for vengeance. His movements on the ground were swift and nimble as if he were a cat.

Crouched down in the dark and away from prying eyes, he hacked the door and had it open in no time. Once inside, he fiddled with the car's brake and as soon as he was done moved to the other car. This he did until the cars, all except the buses belonging to the hired prostitutes had been tinkered with.

Satisfied with his handwork, he got out of the shadow and walked across the road, pretending to be a normal pedestrian. However, he made sure he was captured on the camera as if he was trying to claim responsibility for the accident that would no doubt happen later.

He was sending a message to Marcel and if he was smart enough, he would understand it. There was a chilled look in the man's eyes as he looked straight at the camera, smirked, and then took off into the dark.

Back in the restaurant, things were beginning to get a little bit heated. Some of the women were dancing in the little flimsy things they wore to entertain their guests while others poured out drinks.

A certain man who happened to be their leader, and was the one that organized the gathering in this location accepted the drink his date handed to him. Unlike some of his men, he had three women by his side and he savored the attention they gave him.

One of them massaged his shoulder from behind while the other poured out the drink for him and the last touched him in places children shouldn't see.

"You naughty girl, you must be eager for me to take you home!" He chuckled, placing his hand on the lady's thigh. And yes the lady only gave him a coy smile, but the way she bit on her lips was enough to give him an answer.

"Let's go then!" He said, getting off the leather chair.

"This is where we call it a night!" The Man announced to his subordinates who echoed a "Yes, boss!"

"This old man here needs a rest," He grinned sheepishly, holding onto the waist of the woman on his sides.

His men laughed, getting the message.

But one of them emerged from the crowd, saying, "Sir, how can you drive by yourself, you don't need to do this. You should let this lowly subordinate bring you home," He flattered him.

The man was no other than a bootlicker who wanted to get on the boss' good side so he could climb up the rank in the organization. He needed a promotion by all means even if it meant throwing away his pride.

"No," the boss shook his head, "I already called a designated driver who would take me home safely. Didn't you drink?" he questioned him.

"Of course, sir!" The man joked immediately, "But I can handle my alcohol, sir," He went ahead to demonstrate his soberness by jumping high in the air and doing a series of exercises.

"Moreover," He added and went close to the leader, whispering into his ears, "What if our rival gang decides to take advantage of this opportunity and strike when your guards are down, my assistance and skills would come in handy," He assured him.

The leader looked him straight in the eyes and thought it over for a moment before saying, "Fine, let's go then,"

The man punched a blow in the air mentally, rejoicing over the fact he got to drive their leader while his brothers stared on in jealousy.

They should have been shameless enough to take advantage of the chance to get close to the leader. But there was no use crying over spilled milk.

Outside, the man got the door opened for his leader with both of his dates. The leader left the last one at the restaurant seeing that two was enough for him.

He was so zealous to please his boss that he didn't notice anything strange about the car even when he started it, not that the night helped anyway.

He took off.

The leader sat at the back of the car with his women who now actively resumed their job of pleasuring him. The man was so aroused that he couldn't wait to get to his place, so he announced,

"Go faster!"

And the driver obeyed as expected.

He went faster.