Taken By The Mafia Lord

[Don’t be deceived, he’s on no one’s side] Marcel sent the message to Victor who opened it right away.

In no time, another message beeped into his phone a few seconds after Victor was done with his typing.

[ You think he knows their plan and would support them? Damn, what’s the point of having an overpowered father]

Marcel smiled at Victor’s sense of humor, he typed,

[That overpowered father was humiliated by his only son when he snatched his throne. Daniel would do anything, even if it means siding with his enemies or facilitating their plans just to make me frustrated and come begging on my knees for his help. In one word, O. M. O. I’m on my own.]

Victor would have continued typing had Daniel not announced, “However, all this wouldn’t have happened if Marcel had been more careful and had a helper by his side. For this reason, he would be choosing an underboss right now and here,”

At that announcement, there was a murmur from the crowd. This was a suggestion that they had been waiting to bring up at the right time, hence Daniel of all people bringing that up when he clearly knew the result would be unfavorable for his son only made them uneasy and anxious. What was that old hag planning?

“Does anyone object to this suggestion?” Daniel asked as a precaution before the election began else one claims partiality.

.....

He turned to Marcel when no one from his side complained, “Do you object to this move? If you do, give us a solid reason why you shouldn’t have an underboss and I’d review that with my companions here,” He hinted to the elder family members by his side.

And just like that, Daniel took over the plans they carefully plotted over the week for this very moment. They didn’t know whether to laugh or just cry in despair.

“Of course, not!” Marcel said to Victor’s shock. What was that idiot talking about? Marcel should have rejected the notion now he had the opportunity especially when he knew he had no solution to the underboss problem.....

Unless he did. That sly cousin of his!

Marcel continued, “The idea of me having an underboss has long been overdue and I think now’s the perfect time to choose my second in command with eligible candidates all gathered around me,”

None of them noticed the dark glint in Marcel’s eyes, he was having the time of his life. Instead, they all stood straighter trying to appear professional and might as well have carried a tag on their head that says, “Choose Me, Marcel,”

At the same time, they forgot that this was the same young man that they tried to nail to the cross. They didn’t know the side of Marcel that spells, “Grudgeful”

And trust Marcel, the master of deception, there was not a trace of emotion on his face to suggest he was aggrieved and smiled widely at the eligible candidates before him as if all sins were forgiven.

“You should remember to choose the best,” Uncle Robert guided him like the wise sage he was, “It’s the strongest and fittest that matters in our world,”

How comical.

But Marcel knew he was low-key recommending and reminding him that his son, Arthur, was the only choice he had.

As if.

He was Marcel Luciano, a born leader, no one takes away his choice for him. Hence when Marcel pointed at his choice of an underboss, it seemed as if the moon crashed into the earth because a loud, “What?!” Full of disbelief echoed across the hall.

Marcel’s choice was no other than Adele, who didn’t even realize what was going on until all eyes – full of hatred and contempt – rested on her and she looked up to Marcel’s finger directed at her.

“Me?” She pointed at her chest, dumbfounded.

“That is outrageous!” Robert was the first to speak out in outrage, shooting up to his feet in mere seconds. No one else measured up to his son.

“What is outrageous about it?” Marcel asked him.

“She is a girl!” Benjamin was the second to express his outrage, standing to his feet as well that one would almost think he was almost supporting Robert.

Well, that wouldn’t be surprising since the both of them were brothers and quite close to each other. However, there would be a crack in that relationship if his useless – as he claimed – daughter was to become the underboss while Robert’s capable son, Arthur gained nothing.

Marcel knew the game he was playing.

“She’s a girl? So what?” Marcel arched a brow at him, “She’s your daughter, shouldn’t you be happy?” His words made Benjamin uncomfortable since the man couldn’t exactly rejoice in the presence of his fuming brother, Robert.

“I don’t accept this!” Arthur was the next to oppose his choice.

“Give me a reason, don’t just reject my choice because you’re a sore loser,” Marcel sighed, tired of their displeasure.

Arthur had never felt humiliated in his entire life than this moment. He can’t take this unmerited defeat lying this, so he protested, “You can’t just choose an underboss on a whim. An underboss is your second in command and must be capable enough to carry out the family activities and so far, I’m the best candidate!”

“Says who?!” Marcel suddenly boomed, standing to his feet with fiery intensity in his gaze.

“W-what?” Arthur was surprised by that confession.

“You’re so conceited and carried away by your pride that you don’t realize when you fell behind. This lady here!” Marcel pointed at Adele who sat with a serene expression even though she was the center of attention. A normal person would have been squirming from the intensity. But not Adele.

“She has produced twice your effort and nobody knows nor acknowledges that, why? Because she’s a woman? If you think it’s a lie, then you can go through the assessment report and investigate it,”

This time Arthur didn’t say a word, struck with heavy disbelief and Marcel stood a little taller, “So tell me now, Arthur, who’s the capable one here?”