Taken By The Mafia Lord

She fucking still has feelings for Elijah!

Was it possible to have feelings for two people?!

Marcel had a lot of thoughts running amok in his head and he didn’t like it one bit. He doesn’t like Complications. No, this was the reason he hated relationships – he hated its complications. But he thought it wouldn’t be the case with Arianna. He had never been happy with anyone else the same way he was with her. No, he gave her all of him only to find out that she was holding out on him.

The beast in him wanted him to stomp back and force the truth out of her lips with methods she wouldn’t like. He shouldn’t mix business with pleasure. Elijah was an enemy, he needed to be punished. He shouldn’t be too weak.

Weak!

He hated that word.

Knowing that he would likely end up doing something that he would regret, Marcel left the base. There was only one place that he found comfort in times of turmoil and that was speaking to his mother.

Marcel entered his car and drove to the graveyard. It has been a long time since he visited his mother and he could use her comfort right now. He stopped by a flower shop on the way and purchased his mother’s favorite lilies.

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When he was little, she loved planting those in the garden. She loved comparing him to the flowers, claiming he was handsome as the lilies of the field and he was the finest in the land. Remembering those memories made Marcel’s heart constrict painfully. He missed her.

Upon reaching the entrance, Marcel saw another car parked by the side with tinted windows, and he frowned slightly. His family had their graveyard, but his bastard father refused to bury his mother there, claiming she was never his wife and included in his will never to be buried beside her.

His mother was buried in a public cemetery and it wasn’t until Marcel acquired enough power that he purchased the plot of land where his mother was buried and several other plots. Just like his father made his decision, he made his too and once he died, he would be buried alongside her. His mother would not be lonely forever.

A mere look at the car told Marcel that it was expensive and he assumed that a big shot came to visit too. Marcel didn’t think much about it knowing like him, many others purchased plots in the cemetery too. So he parked his car and went in.

It was a long walk to his mother’s grave and it didn’t help matters that the cemetery was on a hill. However, that was the least of Marcel’s problems since he kept in shape until he arrived and found out that someone had been there before him.

Confused and his face set in a frown, Marcel stared at the flower on his mother’s grave and the ones he had in his hands, it was the same. No one except him knew his mother loved lilies, his father simply didn’t care, no, Daniel would be the last person to visit here.

As if something struck him, Marcel dropped the flower and broke into a run. The car parked outside, it must be them. Whoever dropped this flower must know his mother.

Marcel didn’t know his mother’s ancestry because Daniel wouldn’t say and he had no clue where to start looking. It was a dead end because his father erased every piece of information about her and his mother was too afraid to tell him when she was alive. After all, she feared Daniel. Penelope was like a ghost existing until she finally just stopped existing.

Whoever visited his mother’s grave must know her and Marcel needed to know. He needed them. It wouldn’t change the past, but knowing his mother’s people would give him inner peace.

Thanks to the hilly terrain, Marcel was able to spot them from his position. There were two of them – if you didn’t count the driver – and a gut feeling told him that it was the woman that brought the flower. Judging from the way she was being guided to the car, he knew instinctively that she was someone important.

But it was too late. Even if he ran with all of his might, he wouldn’t be able to catch up with her. And Marcel just did the only thing that came into his mind.

“Hey!” He screamed, the echo carrying across the quiet graveyard and she stopped.

The universe must be working in his favor because she turned and the resemblance struck Marcel like a sword to his chest.

Arianna.

No, it wasn’t her.

Her mother.

The resemblance was uncanny.

If Arianna dyed her hair brown and both of them walked on the street, mother and daughter would be mistaken for sisters instead. They looked almost the same, it was shocking.

What lasted like forever was only a moment and the man by her side pulled down her veil almost immediately as if realizing her face was revealed and pulled her into the car immediately.

“No, don’t go!”

Marcel extended his hand as if he could grab her if he reached out, but mere air greeted him and his brain resumed function. He took after them but even when he made it outside, it was only the dust in their wake and there was no sign of them.

“No! Shit! Fuck!” Marcel cursed, kicking his car in frustration.

For the first time he had hope, he saw a clue that could unravel the secrets that had been kept from him all these years.

But then Arianna’s mother?

What the hell was going on?

How was she related to his mother?

But it didn’t make sense, why was she running away? Why did she abandon Arianna? Why was she always running?

None of it made sense, it was confusing.

Marcel came here to get answers, but it seems he was left with more questions instead.