Taken By The Mafia Lord

“So that’s all I have to do?” David asked him, still feeling a bit uncomfortable with this arrangement. This man called Marcel wanted him to turn two non-employees into full-time employees with a working history in the company in the space of twenty-four hours.

Sure, he could do that considering he was the boss, however, Marcel wanted these two women to be on the team scheduled to clean the mansion of one of his biggest clients.

It was barely three days before the exercise. Also, this was the Mafia he was talking about, what do they want with his client? If anything happened to his client, it was going to be a huge loss for him.

“Yes, that is all,” Marcel assured him.

“Fine, I can do that,” David assured him.

“Good,” Marcel told him, thankful for the fact that he made the right decision.

“However...” David hesitantly asked him, “If I may ask, what do you want in his house?” He gulped when Marcel gave him a strange look that definitely didn’t look friendly.

Quickly, he went ahead to explain himself, “Not that I’m trying to pry into your business, however, that is my biggest client and if this backfires, I might suffer a huge -”

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“It is none of your business and you don’t have to worry about a loss, you’d be compensated heavily for your cooperation. You might not know this but I have a lot of connections and I can assure you that your life is about to take a positive turn. You’re lucky to have met me. ” Marcel promised a huge turn up in his business after this was pulled off successfully.

Hearing that, David’s heart leaped for joy, it seems the deal wasn’t all that bad.

“I would make sure your people are treated well considering they are my old-time workers,” David well understood the game and Marcel nodded in approval.

“Since we are done here, I guess this is where we draw rge curtains.” Marcel brushed the crumbs off his suit from his food.

“Ah, yes,” David was happy that this was over.

Marcel stood to his feet and he did the same as well. He stretched out his hand which the man looked at in both surprise and confusion before gently enveloping it and shaking him firmly.

“Let’s work hard together,” Marcel said.

“Yeah, me too,” David answered him. Although this was a breach of contact between him and his client, he loved his daughter more than his job.

This was the Mafia he was dealing with. The Mafia don’t ask, they took what they wanted, whenever they wanted it and wherever they wanted it to be. David knew if he had refused the deal, they would have found ways to torture his daughter and force him to do their bidings.

Fortunately, he was a smart man and chose the easy way. David couldn’t let his daughter suffer for what she had no clue about. He didn’t know if Marcel was capable of hurting his daughter as he claimed or if he was simply bluffing considering they had been chummy with each other earlier, but then, he couldn’t push his luck. This was the Mafia and his child’s life mattered more than anything else.

Marcel was just about to leave when he suddenly remembered something and stopped. He faced David and the man’s heart skipped a beat. What now? Has he done something wrong?

“W-what?” He asked, shaking slightly.

Marcel looked him over, assessing with his sharp eyes before saying, “You’re capable enough, so if I were you, I would not trust my ex-wife with my kid. Your child needs stability and loves that the both of you starve her. So trust me when I tell you I’ll be checking up now and then, – even after this deal is over – to see if she’s living a happy life.”

David stood at that spot perplexed, what was he talking about? Also, how could he like his kid when he also plans to harm if he doesn’t get what he wants. He was thrown off balance by Marcel’s emotion. But one thing was for sure, the Mafia did his research and he had a feeling that his child was suffering and his ex-wife had a hand in it.

Almost immediately, the door was opened and his daughter came running into the diner. But instead of coming to him, she hugged Marcel instead.

“Are the both of you friends now?” She inquired.

“Of course,” Marcel ruffled her hair, smiling widely, “Your father and I are friends now, aren’t we?” He directed the question at David, a threat lingering beneath it.

“Yes!” He announced, “Yes, we are friends now.”

Marcel turned to the young girl, “Now, you are going to go stay with your daddy. And you don’t have to worry, I’d have my eyes on you. I’m not leaving you.”

“Thank you, Marcel,” Nancy hugged him, innocently believing his words without understanding the real meaning behind them.

But David did.

Marcel had his eyes on him till this deal was over. David couldn’t mess up the deal nor could he back out of it now. He was on the same ship with the devil now. He just hopes the ship doesn’t sink and drown him to the bottom of the ocean where the sharks would make a feast of his body.

Marcel finally left the dinner while father and daughter caught up. Adele was by his side once he was out, saying, “I’ve arranged the hotel where you would sleep the night and -”

“You don’t have to worry about that, I’m returning to the base immediately.” He informed her.

“What?!” Adele was stunned by the news, “But it’s late already and it would be morning by the time you arrived there. Why don’t you just rest up and -”

But he raised his hand and she stopped speaking at once. Marcel opened the car door, “Thanks for your concern, Adele, but I’ve made up my mind already. There is no place like home.” He said.

And with that, Marcel got in and the driver took off.