Taken By The Mafia Lord

Marcel felt the wrongness in the air even before his eyes were opened. A cold chill fell over him when he remembered what happened.

It was Luka!

He trusted him! Who knew he would betray him in the end? Even if a prophet had told him that would happen, Marcel would never believe it. They were not just superordinate and subordinate, they were brothers! They made sacrifices for each other, fought on the same side, and in the end, he was in league with his father.

Cold water was suddenly splashed on Marcel, erasing all traces of sleep from his eyes and he lifted his head with a gasp. Shivers danced down his spine, the cold seeping into his skin but he didn't take notice of it because his eyes connected not with the bastard that treated him that way, but rather the man behind him clapping enthusiastically.

Richardo.

With a low growl, Marcel lunged forward but the chains tugged him back and he couldn't go past a certain limit.

"Bastard!" He cursed, straining against the cuff all to no avail. However, the anger in his veins was ignited to a whole new level when he saw Daniel come into view.

Marcel felt his heart break into a million pieces. Even if his father loathed him, he thought he would be on his side. Daniel owned him at least. But then, Daniel had no conscience. He sold that to the devil.

And then comes Luka trailing after Daniel. There was nothing but fiery hatred in Marcel's eyes when he set his eyes on him. Luka just committed the worst sin against him and that was betraying him. From now on, Luka was dead to him. That is, if he - Maecdk- doesn't die before him.

Marcel snarled at Richardo, "I always knew you were a coward. You couldn't come after him and had to seek help from that monster," He chuckled mirthfully, "He betrayed his own son, what are the chances he wouldn't stab you in the back?"

However, before Richardo could answer, Daniel lifted his hand and silenced him. Though he kept quiet, the tick in his jaw suggested that he was not pleased with Daniel interrupting him. He was the leader, yet Daniel was behaving like he was in charge here.

Daniel stepped forth and stood in front of his son who was glaring daggers at him. He said, "Richardo is no coward, unlike you. Do you even know his plans? Bombing the base and making sure not a soul survives. However, what he wants to deliver to you is not a quick death, but a tortured death to avenge the love of his life, Macy. May her soul rest in peace. I'm sure you understand that son, right? You know, with the everlasting love between you and Arianna?"

At the mention of Arianna, Marcel's nose frailed. Even if that's the last thing he does, he would end their miserable life if they dare to lay a hand on Arianna.

"Ah, just like I thought, you know how that feels!" Daniel said with a knowing smile having noticed the subtle changes in his demeanor.

He said, "Oh, don't worry. No one is going to lay a hand on your sweet loving Arianna. Why would I harm her when she's carrying my grandchild?"

The blood drained from Marcel's face when he heard that. How did he know? He had done everything to keep that news from him. At least until he was ready and Daniel wouldn't be a problem.

"Oh, I have to thank Natalie for that piece of information. She wanted me to leave the family, something like the younger generation is better off without me. " He said.

"I couldn't agree more." Marcel snarled, hatred gleaming in his eyes. What he would do if he were out of these chains? He would destroy them - even though the idea didn't seem feasible with him being outnumbered. But he would not go down without a fight.

Marcel's only regret was not seeing Arianna before he was taken. He would have kissed her, told her how much he loved her, and how she was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to him. Even if he were to be reborn in another life, he would be with her. He would ask her to tell always their child how much he loved him or she even though he would not be there. He knew deep down that their child would be strong. He would miss them.

It was a pity he wouldn't oversee them in heaven, because Marcel knew deep down that he was going to hell. The same place he would send Richardo and his father if an opportunity arises.

Daniel went on, "However, Richardo intervened and here I am. So I exchanged Arianna's life for yours. When you're gone, I'll groom my grandson to be the perfect legacy, the future leader of the Luciano family, unlike you, a failure."

But to his surprise, Marcel laughed at him, "Really?" He scoffed, "You think Eric would let you around his grandchild? Keep on dreaming, just as you lost me, you would lose my child as well. Arianna and Natalie would make sure of it. Because while others might have been inured to your tyranny, they know your evil nature well enough and they would not let you taint my child! "

Daniel's confidence faltered and his face twisted ugly, annoyed by Marcel's word and how true it was.

"And as for you," Marcel focused on Luka now," I wish I had never known you.

Luka's face fell when he heard that because Marcel just cursed him. Even if he managed to return to the Luciano family, he would be treated as an outcast.

"That's enough!" Richardo shouted as he discovered Marcel was beginning to get to them. He didn't come here to talk, but to achieve his revenge.

"I don't have enough time, but I'll make sure you regret every moment leading to your death."

And with that being said, he gestured to his men who took hold of Marcel on both sides so he couldn't move and Richardo attacked him.