Taken By The Mafia Lord

796 Meeting Of The Bosses

The atmosphere in the warehouse was so oppressive that no one dared to make a sound with Marcel around. One didn’t need a prophet to tell them that the boss was in a foul mood considering they have been torturing Macy for the past hour, trying to milk every single detail they could about Richardo.

Unfortunately, Macy might be female but she’s as hard as nails: very tough and not easily frightened. Not to mention that she had once been a high-ranking member of this organization and knew all their torture techniques. Honestly speaking, it was weird for them, just days ago, they had been family and joked around, but today, she was being tortured for her crimes.

But then, they had to push sentiments aside and concentrate on their job. Macy was the first to betray the family and she knew from the very start that the crime was punishable by death – she swore it on her initiation. They had been brothers and sisters until she went astray. Now she has to pay for her sin as a lesson to others. They had to protect their family.

Sure, she endured most of the torture but they were able to get enough information from her. Right now, Macy was hanging mid-air with her head tied above her head. She was unconscious and dropped low to the ground to be able to support her weak knees. Macy has been suspended mid-air for hours and had dried blood at the corner of her face. In one word, she looked a mess.

Marcel commanded, “Wake her up.”

“Yes, boss,” One of the men dropped the wooden bat he was holding and went ahead to grab a bucket full of water at the side. He walked over to Macy and splashed the entire liquid on his face, waking her instantly.

Macy woke up with a startled gasp, looking like a drenched rat as her hair stuck to her scalp and she shivered from the cold air that met her skin. She had been so tired from the torture and harassment that she fell asleep, but now, thanks to the little shower – She stunk – all traces of sleep erased from her eyes.

Her gaze lit up in crazed excitement when she located Marcel and the corners of her lips lifted in a sneer. She said to him, “Finally, you are here. How delightful.”

Like a lion, Marcel slowly moved towards his prey till he was standing right in front of her. He was as calm as still waters. However, if one looked beyond the exterior, one would notice the tension in his frame coupled with the soothing anger surging through his veins. He just hid it too well.

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“I told you, Marcel, you would come begging at my feet later for help,” She said, confidently.

“Is that so?” He smirked with a dark glint in his eyes.

“I -”

It happened too quickly and Macy wouldn’t have recognized what happened if not for the stinging pain on her cheek. She turned to Marcel with a wide look on his face, shocked out of her mind. While others could do the dirty work for him, Marcel would never hit women thanks to the trauma of watching his mother getting beaten by his father.

But now, Macy didn’t know what to believe anymore. She opened her mouth to express her dismay only for another slap to land on her cheek and this time it was as real as day. There was no wait nor interval, Marcel just kept slapping and slapping, pouring out his frustration on her while her cheeks whipped in the directions until Victor stepped in and wrapped his arms around his cousin, stopping him.

“That’s enough, Marcel!” Victor didn’t release him as they struggled.

“Let me go!” Marcel roared at him, blinded by his anger, “How dare she! I’ll tear her apart!”

“We still need her!” Victor reminded him through gritted teeth, restraining him from making a mistake that he was going to regret.

Macy recovered from the slaps. She could feel the stinging pain and her face was swollen. She spat out blood from her busted lips, lifting her pained gaze to Marcel. How could he?

“You know this is quite sad…” Macy said all of a sudden, “While Arianna would be remembered as the love of her life, I would be remembered as the woman you ever laid a hand on.”

She chuckled, “Perhaps, it’s not sad after all, I’ll forever be in your memories anyway,” Macy burst into hysterical laughter this time, the sound of it filling the warehouse.

“You have lost your damned mind.” Marcel pulled apart from Victor’s arms and he moved, thinking that he was about to pounce on Macy again. But Marcel turned and instructed him instead, “Facetime Richardo right now, I want to see how great of a man he is.”

This time he looked at Macy while saying, “You should Winters is still alive else I’ll treat you to the slowest death ever.” Marcel meant every word of it.

But she sneered, “The more people you have to protect, the weaker you become Marcel. Don’t you see it? I’m even doing you a favor here.”

“Please shut that bitch’s mouth,” Victor instructed his men. Even Macy was beginning to get to him. They set to work without hesitation, gagging Macy till only her muffled screams were heard.

A desk was set up there and Marcel took a seat while Victor worked on the Mac, his fingers typing on the keyboard,

“All done,” He said, “Let’s see if he would accept the invitation or not?”

So they waited.

And not long, Richardo joined the call.

The call revealed his background and just like Marcel, he was seated in front of a desk too, probably in his office, unlike Marcel’s spacious torture room. The fact that Richardo didn’t hesitate to answer the call showed Marcel that he had been waiting for him all this way.

Both men didn’t say a word, instead, they scrutinized and checked one another out. It was the meeting of the bosses after all.

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