Taken By The Mafia Lord

340 The Strange Dream

“Someone sure is happy,” Marcel knew it was his cousin even before he caught up to him. But Marcel ignored him, headed for the car that had already been started and was waiting for them.

But Victor casually draped his hand around his shoulders, saying, “So you did take my advice? Tell me then, what position did you take her from? Epic missionary? Cowgirl? Hoho, doggy style?” He laughed boisterously, “That does sound like your thing considering you like the control.”

Marcel suddenly stopped.

He stopped with him.

He then looked at Victor and said just two words, “Get lost.”

Marcel was still mad at him for making him lose his limited-edition cup, however, he was in a good mood right now. Moreover, thanks to his advice – not that he was going to admit it – he has made progress with Arianna and so, he marked off Victor’s death sentence.

Of course, Victor obeyed since they had to get into the car and not because his cousin threatened him. Once they were in, Marcel resumed his professional mode and focused on the task at hand.

Marcel went through the details he needed on his iPad. They were traveling to the next state where David’s wife resided and it would take them about five hours to get there. Normally, he would have taken a flight but he wanted everything to be done on a low-key. So he would have to endure it.

After the divorce, although both partners retained parental responsibility for their daughter, his wife gained the kid’s custody easily. David was a busy man and had little or no time to take care of her all by himself.

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But the man might as well take his daughter away because the woman called his ex-wife gave little time to their child as he thought. She recently moved in with her latest boyfriend and dumped the young girl on her mother.

Reading the report, Marcel couldn’t help but clench his fist, he wanted to strangle the woman, no, both parents. The child was their responsibility, what the fuck were they doing?

His own mother had protected him even though she lived with an abusive husband. Why couldn’t David’s wife do the same for her daughter? Marcel knew if he got his sister Chloe back, he would give the world to her if she wanted it.

Thanks to their carelessness, it had not been difficult for Adele to get the girl and they were waiting for him to arrive. The invitation has been sent out to David and if he loved his daughter as they thought , he wouldn’t try anything stupid.

Not long after, they stopped at a questionable-looking shop and he and Victor stepped out. To whoever spying on them, it would look like they were here for a business meeting, but everything was just a front and Marcel barely got in before he was shown the way through the back door and he walked into the streets where another car was waiting for him. He got in and started on his real journey.

He decided to have a short sleep on the way now he had the time. His brain had to be in optimal condition when he worked later in the night. So he shut his eyes and dozed off to dreamland.

Marcel had constant dreams, more like, nightmares, and while one would think that it was the ghosts of the men he killed that had come to haunt him, it was usually about his traumatic past and his miserable future.

Something was different about tonight’s dream though, he just couldn’t wrap his mind around it. As usual, he was back to being a little kid and he could see everything going on as if he had an omniscient point of view.

Marcel could tell that he was around ten or so, his mind was a bit scrambled. He looked around his environment which was a little bit familiar yet distant at the same time. He could tell that he had been here a long time ago. This was probably the period his mother died – the hardest time in his life.

He was in some alleyway with dumpsters and dirt bags littered all over. What was he doing here? This wasn’t his usual rendezvous spot and his stomach was rumbling. Marcel could not control his body, and the next he knew, he found himself rummaging through the dirt as he tried to find any leftovers.

However, he was in the middle of the search when something flurry passed him by, drawing his attention. Younger Marcel looked down at the small, white, Westie dog and frowned. Was he about to fight for food with this small, annoyingly cute animal?

“Shhh, go away!” Marcel tried to chase it off when the dog came around and started sniffing around the packed nylon bags.

So he warned it again.

But the dog was stubborn and went about doing what it wanted without listening to Marcel. Infuriated, he got down from the large dumpster and stomped over to it, intending to send it out of here. But on a closer look, the dog looked too clean to belong to the slum. Maybe it lost its way? He wondered.

And that theory was confirmed when he heard a young girl shouting, “Rooney! Rooney! Where are you!”

Marcel had always had good instincts, so he went over to the dog and picked it up. Surprisingly, the small thing settled into his arms quickly and Marcel shook his head in disapproval. The dog was too trusting with strangers, the owner had to be more strict with it.

So he left the alleyway and came out in the open where he saw the young girl calling out for the dog and the moment she saw them, the young girl shouted in delight, “Rooney!”

She ran over to them and snatched the dog from Marcel quite roughly, hugging it tightly as if her life depended on it. Such a sentimental being, he snorted his disapproval. She was too soft, his father wouldn’t like someone like her around him.

Moreover, she hasn’t even noticed him since she had her dog. Whatever, it wasn’t like he wanted her companionship anyway. He ran away from home to get away from everybody, he doesn’t need anyone by his side.

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