Taken By The Mafia Lord

856 Protective Instincts

“Thank you for your help, commissioner,” Marcel ended the call, the smile on his face giving away to an exhausted expression. He tossed the phone to his desk, running his hand through his hair. It was exhausting trying to tie off all loose ends.

He turned to face the people in his office and it was no one but Luca and Samuel, two of his most trusted soldiers.

“We have nothing to worry about, no law enforcement would be on our ass,” He said.

“We would have to lay low for a while, though, boss. Just cause no one is coming to burst our assess doesn’t mean eyes aren’t on us and waiting for the time to strike.”

“Good idea,” Marcel said, while going through the papers scattered around his desk, “Focus on our other businesses for the moment, and don’t give them shit to dig up on us.”

“Yes, boss.”

“About Victor… ” Samuel was the one who raised the issue, “I think we should have him moved. I sent people to watch him in the hospital, however, people from the Draven’s family side are being bothersome. The tension between both sides is high. We are in their territory and I don’t think it’s a good idea to have him in there.”

“You can call back your people, Victor is safe under the Draven family’s watch, and neither do I want you guys causing trouble for them. Right now, I want allies, not enemies.” Marcel told him.

“But boss -”

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“Victor nearly died!” Marcel told him firmly, his eyes flashing with the emotions of that night when he nearly lost the only cousin that mattered to him.

He said, “His survival is a miracle that I would not take for granted all because of a petty quibble between both gangs. Victor is in no condition to be moved and until the doctor says it’s safe, his ass would sit there. Do you get me?!” His decision was final.

“Yes, boss,” Samuel acquiesced lowering his head in a show of submission.

Marcel’s jaw was set and his eyes were furious as he stared at Samuel, however, he had to ease the expression on his face knowing that he didn’t mean any harm by the suggestion.

“Now, is there anything else you have for me….” Marcel was still saying when he heard it – two unmistakably gunshots went off – and he froze up.

No one shoots in the base except there was an attack and a need for defense. However, the alarm would have gone off if they were under attack. Then what was that? Marcel was still thinking when it hit him that Arianna was around.

“Oh no….” Panic like no other gripped Marcel and before even Luca or Samuel could stop him, he already dashed out of the room like a madman and went in search of the love of his life.

He didn’t know where they are, hence Marcel kept yelling her name, “Arianna!” hoping that she would answer. The last he had seen her, she had been with Samson and though Marcel trusted the lion would keep her safe, he couldn’t help being worried. Also, Samson wasn’t impervious to bullets, which meant that he could be killed and so was Arianna.

He had heard two bullets, could it be…. No, he refused to believe it. Marcel’s heart was pounding so hard now that he couldn’t hear anything beyond it. The blood rushed to his head and left him reeling.

“Arianna!” He called out for her as if he had lost his mind. Marcel knew that he was supposed to compose himself in front of his men, but what was the use? If anything happened to Arianna, he wasn’t going to ever forgive himself! Had he known, he should have just let her leave when she wanted to, instead of losing her like this. His heart ached.

Where the hell was she?!

Marcel didn’t want to jump to conclusions yet without seeing her body. Who knows, she might be lucky enough to survive like Victor. The shooting had drawn attention, which meant that his men on duty were already heading to the spot and Marcel followed after them. He doubled his footsteps, shoving anyone that got in his way.

His stomach dropped when he realized that the incident happened on the floor that led to Arianna’s room. The first thing Marcel realized when he got there was the blood smeared in various places and the blood drained from his face. Oh no, it can’t be.

And then he heard a roar with the men stepping backward and his eyes shone with hope. Samson. Marcel strode forward, breaking the crowd that blocked his path and then he saw it. Arianna was alive, thank the lord, but she was standing behind Samson who had taken an offensive crouch.

Marcel recognized what was going on, whenever Sansom’s protective instinct was stirred, he viewed anyone else as an enemy and would defend at all courses. His men right now were offering to be free dinner. And speaking of dinner, there was a corpse in front of them and Marcel had no doubt it was Sansom’s hard work. That should explain the blood smeared all over. Whoever was going through a terrible end in the lion’s hands.

“Give him space” Marcel commanded his men who had taken up defense behind him. However, only a few heeded his words and he had to bellow, “Get the fuck out of here!” He added, “Slowly.”

They finally obeyed his words, retreating slowly as Samson was watching them with a predatory look in his eyes. As much as the lion was tamed, his predatory instinct was there, and smelling the fear off his men would only be an invitation to conquer them.

“Don’t take your eyes off him either,” Marcel commanded them. If Samson had a clue they were easy targets, he would have a good time playing and hunting them down. Hence, they left the floor together, looking intimidating with their height and numbers until it was just Marcel there.

His gaze connected with Arianna who still had not made a move and he asked her, “Are you okay?”