Taken By The Mafia Lord

99 Its Elijah

Marcel thought there was a future between them. No, he made the mistake of thinking that there would be one. He went to bed with various plans on how to keep Arianna by his side.

He knew it was selfish but then, he had never been a good person from the very beginning. Taking care of the Red Giant was not an issue since they were just a minor gang, but the problem was Elijah. Even as a one-man team, he’s caused enough trouble for him.

Getting his guns was a priority before it escalated. He might have the chief of police on a leash but the mayor of the city would do everything to rid the streets of guns and drugs to gain good public opinion for his next tenure.

But Marcel pushed those thoughts to the back of his head as he fell asleep. He will think of a solution tomorrow. So he slept on the couch that was in his office even though his comfortable bed was not far away.

There was an option of sharing a bed with Arianna but Marcel knew himself well, there’s no way that is not going down. He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself.

Thus, he slept off with a satisfied smile on his face knowing that she slept peacefully on his bed. Tomorrow would be a better day, he thought.

Sadly, he was awakened by a phone call quite early in the morning and the call was a nuisance, considering he slept late. He barely caught a wink.

Who dared to call him by this time of the morning? Marcel had been prepared to give the caller a piece of his mind only to notice it was the chief of police.

Why was the man calling him this early? Marcel honestly wanted to ignore the call but something bugged him so he picked up only to receive the bad news.

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There had been an accident.

The only thing Marcel remembered after the call was him going to Victor’s room and pulling him out from the tangle of women he was buried under.

He didn’t even bat an eye at the scene before him, it was not a secret that Victor had a hedonistic lifestyle neither was it his business. Every one of them had their own demons to face and there was no one to judge them.

Marcel went to the accident scene, or would he say, one of them. There were a total of three accidents yesterday and all of them involved the members of his gang.

In summary, Marcel lost five people last night while six were Injured. Out of the dead, one of them had been his caporegime (captain); three of them were his Soldatos (soldiers); the last one had been a woman from the escort agency.

As expected, the accident was supposed to draw attention but after finding out it involved the members of the Luciano clan, the incident was silenced.

However, nothing can be hidden under the sun, hence even if the news manages to slip, every fact and number of casualties would be manipulated and changed. The incident would be blamed on drunk driving since the victims had been intoxicated before taking off.

Thankfully the incident had happened at night when there was less movement and no loss of innocent lives, which would have been more problematic.

“Although the investigation is still ongoing, the testimony from the survivor claims that it was brake failure. One moment they were driving and the next they couldn’t stop. Before they could do a thing, it was too late,” said the team leader that the Chief of police directed him to.

But Marcel kept looking around as if he could come up with evidence the police currently working on the scene hadn’t seen.

“Three incidents in one night and all as a result of a brake failure,” Victor mused, shaking his head, “Sounds fishy. Who did we offend this time?”

“More like who did I offend?” Marcel said, then turned to the team leader, “Have you checked the surveillance camera around the restaurant. If something was done to the cars, it should be during that period,”

“Ah, not yet but I have footage. We concentrated more on the scenes of the accidents,” the detective said, fishing out his cellphone.

He went through several folders in his file before opening one and handed the phone to Marcel, saying, “That’s a two-hour duration video. I was hoping to look into it when I returned to the station,”

“What’s the time frame?” Marcel asked, he didn’t care how long the video lasted.

“The camera captures the surroundings and features the moment the first car drove in till the last that left the restaurant that night. I made sure my men brought the best resolution,” the detective tried to please them with his services.

But Marcel was not in the mood to appreciate his bootlicking, he simply played the video while Victor leaned towards him to get a good view of the video.

Marcel fast-forwarded the beginning knowing that the perpetrator must have waited for everyone to arrive and settle before he struck. And it was in the process of forwarding it that he caught a blur and he stopped immediately.

His suspicions were right, Marcel confirmed as he observed the suspect’s silhouette as he moved deftly from car to car, manipulating the brakes while his ignorant men were inside the building, drunk out of their senses.

No matter how hard he squinted, Marcel couldn’t make out the identity of the assailant since it was late and the damn bastard knew how to manipulate the camera angle as if knowing he would be watched later.

However, what pissed Marcel was the fact that the assailant stepped right into the camera after he was done, his face showing and claiming responsibility for what happened.

“That damn bastard!” Victor was furious, “Who is that and what gang does he work for because I swear to God if I don’t -”

“It’s Elijah,”

“Huh?”

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