Taken By The Mafia Lord

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817 Curse Richardo Until He Feels Better

Marcel finally felt the pain. And by pain, it wasn’t just the physical aspect of it, but emotional as well. All this while, Marcel had been holding himself together, telling himself that everything would turn out well, but after that drama with Mimi in the waiting room, it was as if he had been in denial all this while, and reality was dawning on him.

He once held Victor in his arms. All of his cousin’s blood had been on his body, but Marcel had to wash it off in the hospital’s restroom before Arianna arrived and saw it. The sight of blood didn’t make her skittish but he didn’t want to make her worry. She was carrying his child, he had to make sure that nothing stressed her enough to lose his baby. He had waited a long time for this blessing and would not lose it.

So he never for once showed his pain nor discomfort to her – even though he found out anyway. Marcel had to be strong for both of them. But now, the four hours were over and the effect of the morphine was easing off, Marcel felt it. That raw pain. But it was nothing compared to the anguish burning inside of him over Victor’s condition.

If his cousin died, he would not know what to do. He received the news from the captain, the fool had tried to go after Richardo all by himself, but he was outnumbered and eventually shot. In the end, the Kevlar which was supposed to protect him, ended up doing much damage. At least, it protected his heart.

Victor suffered two bullet wounds aside from the others he encountered in the middle of the operation. Another fetal shot caught him in the thigh and he almost bled out from that one. Thankfully, the reinforcements that arrived on time took him to Ruth’s place where she was able to stop the bleeding.

He had been there at Ruth’s hospital, transfusing the lost blood to Victor while she fought hard to keep his life. Marcel didn’t know what he had done to deserve this favor, but any resentment he held towards Natalie for abandoning his mother in the past was gone. She has made up for it. Now, all he had to do was pray that Victor survived the night. No, his cousin would not die just like that, he was a fighter.

For Arianna’s sake, Marcel willingly underwent all the tests without complaint and in the end, the result was out.

“You are suffering from chest contusion, a bruise to the skin, muscle, or ribs. It ranges in severity, but when force is applied directly to the sternum, it can cause bruising or even fractures to the sternum. Thankfully, your case is rarely deadly, but it can cause extreme pain and discomfort, and often leads to pneumonia.

“Fractured ribs usually take about four to six weeks to heal, while bruising should take two to weeks to heal. Although it is still usual to feel some discomfort even after such time. Since taking deep breaths and coughing are important normal actions that our bodies do every day, you would need to rest and allow the break to heal your wound. ”

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And that alone was an instruction Marcel knew that he couldn’t keep. This was not the time to have a bed rest, Richardo was out there and he couldn’t relax until the fool was gone from the surface of this earth.

The doctor continued, oblivious to the frown on Marcel’s face, “During your break, ice the chest area to treat both swelling and pain. You should also take over-the-counter pain medication such as acetaminophen or ibuprofen.”

Marcel let the doctor talk on and on until he was free to go. Even when he left, Marcel didn’t go to Arianna right away, but rather he located the hospital’s balcony where no one was around and leaned against the railing, letting the night breeze toss his hair about.

He hardly smoked because of his health and desire to live long, but at that moment, Marcel wished he could have just one stick. Unfortunately, he wasn’t a smoker and when he dipped his hand in his pocket instead, he only came up with his phone.

Marcel stared at his phone, so many thoughts running through his head, and finally, he came to a decision. So he ended up dialing a number he never thought he would call a second time.

Richardo.

It rang on and on and a sarcastic smirk tilted Marcel’s lips to the side when the bastard wouldn’t pick up his call. He threw back his head and laughed dryly. Was that bastard so scared he would not pick up his call now? No, this was just the beginning. He would not let him go like this.

Although it wasn’t Richardo who shot Victor according to the eyewitness, it was one of his people and that meant it was his responsibility to share the consequences. So Marcel called him a second time and just like the first, it rang on and on with no answer. And just when Marcel thought he would ignore the call like the first time, Richardo picked up.

“Marcel…” He called his name in between a hiss and a dark smile lit up Marcel’s face. Someone was furious and Marcel took satisfaction in that. He can’t be the only one in pain.

“What a surprise, you’re still alive. I must say that I’m quite taken by your resilience. It’s not every day that I get to see such a rare talent like you,” Although Marcel praised him at first, it didn’t seem to be the case as he continued,

“Even those without talents know not to run away from a battle but then, it must be my fault for having much expectation for a coward like you. You might have talent, but you’re trash and need to be scraped away,” He spat at him with undiluted mockery.

Marcel had always been petty and shameless in the first place, coupled with the fury coursing through his veins, he needed to curse Richardo out until he felt better.

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