Taken By The Mafia Lord

874 She Was Not Supposed To See This

Marcel knew what he was expecting when he set out on that journey to Draven’s residence. He was taking a huge risk here, but it would be worth the effort if he succeeded. While Richardo had not planned to turn him against the Draven family and it happened thanks to his father’s foolishness, he knew the bastard was on the sidelines waiting for when to strike after the Draven family was done launching the first blow.

Thus, Marcel could not let that happen. It was hard to see the bigger picture when blinded by the thrill of war, and he had to prove to Eric that it was not worth it to spill unnecessary blood during this period. Sure, Richardo had it out for his family, but they can’t forget where he got that kind of power. He zeroed the Basil family to get into that position of power and what was the assurance that he wouldn’t come after them next after getting rid of the Luciano family?

While the other family might consider stepping back and letting Richardo eliminate the Luciano family as a necessary evil, who knew the extent of Richardo’s greed? He was currently high on the power that didn’t belong to him and might want to claim more territories in the future. This was their opportunity to come together and stop him once and for all.

Hence, Marcel arrived in a taxi with no weapon or backup. If he had a shot at convincing Eric to change his mind about going to war, he had to prove to him that he was harmless and his intent was clean. As soon as the taxi took off, Marcel was spotted and orders were barked at him at once.

“Get down! Hands behind your back!”

With no hesitation, Marcel got down on his knees and put his hands behind his head as the Draven’s soldiers stepped out one after the other. Just as he thought, Eric had assembled his men back here and there were about five of them surrounding him. They were all with guns and one of them went behind to place his hand on him, searching him thoroughly.

“He’s clean,” He reported back to the others.

And with that being said, Marcel was pulled back to his feet and dragged into the compound. He made no efforts to fight back knowing that he was outnumbered and would only make his predicament worse. He was in enemies’ territory and all eyes were on him.

Perhaps, he underestimated the reception he expected in the hands of members of the Draven family. There was nothing but contempt and dislike in the faces of the ones who recognized him as Marcel, the leader of the Luciano family. Well, his father did kill their people and he was his father’s son. Blood for Blood. Daniel would be the death of him.

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He was pulled into the center of the living room and was made the center of attention as all eyes were on him – hostile eyes. Well, what now? He didn’t think this would be this easy.

“What have we here?” Someone walked up to him and though Marcel did not recognize him as one of the brothers, he guessed he was probably high the ranking considering how a path was cleared for him.

“Marcelo Luciano, what a pleasant surprise.” He smirked, “To think that we were bringing the war to your doorstep and you decided to deliver yourself on a platter of gold to us. It’s a rare occurrence.” He was enjoying this.

While Marcel was practically not a prisoner, it didn’t mean he couldn’t put this fool in his place.

“The fact that I don’t recognize you practically means that you are not of any importance to me. I need to speak with your boss, Eric.” f𝘳𝒆𝑒𝓌𝒆𝗯n𝗼𝘷ℯl. 𝑐𝚘𝘮

“The nerve of you to come here and speak to me like that!” The man raged and punched him hard in the stomach.

Okay, perhaps, he should have played nice. Marcel let out an “oof” sound as the breath was knocked out of his lungs. Although it hurt like hell, Marcel had been through worse, and just Iike his instincts warned, it was not supposed to be this easy.

“I need to speak with Eric,” Marcel stood his ground. If a little beating was going to get him an audience with Eric, so be it.

“You are not speaking with Eric!” The man said, before turning to the others and announcing, “We were planning to go to war with the enemy, however, the leader of that damned family has surrendered himself to us and this is the time to get the justice our fallen comrades deserve!”

Urm, maybe it was getting a little out of hand, Marcel swallowed when he saw the cheering all around him. Why did it seem like he was a sacrificial lamb amid wolves?

It was not just a simple beating, it came from everywhere. All hands – and feet – were on him and he could only shield his head from the brutality. Marcel could remember the last time he was gang-beaten like this, it was during one of his training. Even at that, it had been five of them and not this mass of people that wanted a pound of his flesh.

The beating seemed to go on forever until he heard a familiar voice begging them to stop and his heart raced at once.

“A-Arianna.”

He dared to lift his head and was able to see Arianna trying to come to his rescue but she was being held back. Marcel felt a stabbing pain in his heart, she was not supposed to see him like this. He never thought she would be here in the first place. Marcel assumed Natalie would send her away so as not to get caught in the crossfire. But it seems he was mistaken.

Marcel tried to speak, to tell her to look away and probably get the heck out of there, but his voice was drowned out. Neither was this a movie where he would suddenly get supernatural strength and tossed everyone everywhere.

Instead, he succumbed to their beating.