Taken By The Mafia Lord

However, she couldn’t tell if her brother was even listening to her or purposely ignored her because he said to Festus,

“Step on it,”

And Festus sure did as everything went past them in a blur.

Chloe was very happy to be reunited with her brother again, however, it was as if the instant they stepped out of Spencer’s residence, he became a completely different person. Her brother became anxious and gravely grim.

There was not a smile on his face as he had his phone pressed to his eyes as he called God knows who. Chloe watched all of these without saying a word, having a feeling that she might have ruined something for her brother by telling on him.

Her heart began to pound loudly in her throat, she didn’t want him to hate her. She didn’t want Marcel to hate her because he was the only family she had left and Chloe wouldn’t know what to do if such a thing happened – sure, Reina would welcome her with open arms, but her husband and others would never trust her before she’s a Luciano. In one word, she’s better off with Marcel.

“Just pick up the damn phone!” Marcel cursed when even his cousin Victor wouldn’t answer his phone. He knew instinctively that something was wrong, and everyone was avoiding him.

He has been calling Arianna’s phone for over thirty minutes and yet it just kept on ringing without an answer, increasing his anxiety. Marcel knew deep down that something was wrong – that something had happened – but he didn’t want to believe it until he saw it with his own eyes. He couldn’t believe that Arianna was gone just like that. He had to see it.

.....

Marcel couldn’t breathe. There was just this tightening sensation in his chest that made him claustrophobic inside the car. His heart was pounding severely and sweat trickled down his forehead, but Marcel refused to break down. Not in front of his sister. He just got her back. He refused to scare her away immediately.

So Marcel gave himself false hope and excuses to comfort himself. Arianna was alright and the others were not picking up his call because they were simply playing a prank on him. Everything was alright. There was no need to panic. Marcel continuously chanted those inwardly until he arrived at the base and everything changed.

The solemn atmosphere started from the gate and Marcel’s insecurities came back again and this time stronger. He knew deep down that something had happened and he was so impatient to discover things for himself that even before Festus parked on the lawn, Marcel jumped out of the car to Chloe’s shock.

“Marcel!” She cried out in shock. What was wrong with her brother? She couldn’t understand him anymore.

Thanks to the speed, Marcel only managed to roll out to the ground, instead of standing on both feet. However, he pushed up to his feet immediately and ignored both his sister’s concerns for his safety, and started in the direction of the house.

Marcel ran at the top of his lungs and he finally got inside the living room where activities were going on until they saw him and everyone went deadly still. The room became so silent like a graveyard and no one dared to breathe carelessly as the soldiers gulped upon seeing the boss back home.

Marcel didn’t say anything, he simply looked around the living room and it was scattered as if a tornado happened there. There was a worn-out look on the faces of everyone present – except for the fear and guilt they were probably feeling toward him right now. They were all in on things – no one had picked up his call when he called.

There weren’t injuries on their bodies, hence Marcel couldn’t say that they were beaten up. However, there was a tiredness in their eyes and none of them would look at him directly. They were scared and Marcel felt like laughing till his ribs hurt. It wasn’t funny, yet funny. He probably must have lost his damn mind.

He finally found his cousin Victor and his gaze narrowed down on him like a target as he strode towards him purposefully. Luca was beside him which made it all the better because he wasn’t in the mood to go looking for him. However, what surprised Marcel the most was their contracted doctor by his side. His brows furrowed in thought, what was he doing here?

“Marcel ... ” Victor stood to his feet to explain to him before he reacted, however, Marcel faced Luca and asked him.

“Where is Arianna?”

Luca gulped and his reaction alone was answer enough for Marcel. Sadly, that wasn’t the kind of answer Marcel wanted. He needed to see Arianna right now, and that was all that mattered.

“I can explain....” Those were the words Luca got to say before a punch landed on him and he staggered back, shaking away the dizziness from his eyes. He still hadn’t recovered from that gas that weakened him.

“Where is Arianna!” Marcel yelled at him, every ounce of control had left his body and right now, he was like a beast unhinged.

Luca fell to the ground and Marcel was upon him in mere seconds, punching him in the face ruthlessly.

“All you had was one job! Keep her safe! Make sure Elijah doesn’t lay a hand! And yet, you failed that woefully! You let him take her!” Fist upon fist landed on Luca’s face and he didn’t defend himself, letting Marcel beat him up. He deserved it anyway. He failed at the one thing that he had been assigned to do.

“Marcel!” Victor went over and pulled his cousin from Luca before he fucking killed him.

However, Marcel was filled with so much rage that the instant Victor drew him away from Luca, he turned on him and pulled him by the shirt, his other hand drawn back to hit him.