Taken By The Mafia Lord

However, Marcel was too stubborn. She was the one that ruined the perfect relationship that they could have had, had she not been keeping secrets from him. So why must he be the one to make a move? Because he’s the man? Why must he suffer with her?

Marcel banged his hand on the steering out of frustration and that was when he saw it.

“Oh shit!” He cursed, swerving to the side, missing by just inches as the car behind him slammed into the highway’s light pole and he was able to escape without a scratch.

He was under attack, and Marcel recognized it a little too late. He had been so distracted by the thoughts of Arianna that he didn’t realize that he had been trailed for a while, probably right after he dropped Victor off.

Marcel didn’t stop driving however he took one look at the car that crashed into the pole and a chill traveled down his back. He wouldn’t have survived that. Whoever that was, he had intended to ram into him so hard enough that he would crash into the pole. Sadly, Marcel made a last-minute plan and he ended up in his place.

It wasn’t even up to a minute and a bullet hit the rear windshield and Marcel for once was grateful to have taken the bulletproof car. Thanks to the meeting today, he considered all safety procedures, and who knew that it would benefit him later?

He was being pursued by another car and the shooter was in it. Shit! Marcel cursed in his mind. It would have been a lot easier if Victor was here with him. At least, he would have driven while he shot down those mother fucking bastards.

However, who was after him? Marcel raked his brains for his enemies. It couldn’t be Eric because killing him would not solve their conflict, but rather escalate the whole thing. Moreover, Eric didn’t seem like the kind of person that attacks his rivals in the back. He looked honorable.

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Another bullet to his windshield roused Marcel to reality and he pulled free the gun hidden in the roof of the car. He tried to shoot at them but the bastards were too smart and drove behind him so he shot at nothing. This was going to be a tough night, Marcel groaned in frustration.

But then he was not dying tonight and Marcel stepped on it. If he can’t beat them, he would outrun them. The bastards, seeing that he was trying to get away, stepped on it too. However, it was really infuriating because each time Marcel shot at them, they would hide behind him, using his own car as a shield. It was almost as if they were taunting him and Marcel was getting really angry.

They wouldn’t overtake him and only kept trailing behind him, trying to bring down his rear windshield. And Marcel didn’t need a prophet to tell him that he was a goner once that back glass shattered into pieces. Fine, since they didn’t want to show themselves, he would force them out instead.

Marcel suddenly slammed on the break while at high speed, his tires leaving skid marks on the road surface, and reversed before they could retaliate. And the reverse was the case because it was now Marcel pursuing them because they couldn’t turn on time and had to drive backwardly now.

Amateurs, Marcel snorted. They must have gotten cocky after firing a few bullets at him. He could feel them panicking as the driver shouted at the shooter to finish him off because he couldn’t drive like this forever. They could not turn now, not without Marcel ramming into them and ending their pathetic lives.

However, leave it to Marcel to increase his speed and drove at them so that it seemed as if he was going to crash into them. But he swerved at the last minute and lowered his car window in a highly calculated move.

In that swift moment he drove past them, Marcel pumped out two bullets, the first one hitting the shooter before the driver. Their car then slammed into the road divider and jumped into the other side of the road before bursting into flames.

And as for Marcel, his car began to veer out of control, but he held on tight onto the steering wheel. His teeth were gritted together as he tried to control the movement of the car and after a while, it halted to a stop.

Marcel stayed inside the car, panting heavily. That was close. He almost died today. It took him a few seconds to realize that. With the adrenaline having left his body, his hands began to shake. But then he was used to a near-death situation like this and was able to calm down.

The only thought in Marcel’s head was how Arianna would have reacted to his death. Would she mourn for him and regret ever betraying him? Or would she think of it as good riddance? Nonetheless, Marcel knew that he didn’t want to die like this, not without making up with her.

And thus, it took a near-death situation to make Marcel decide his mind. However, he had some business to settle before that. Marcel started the car and drove off to the scene of the first accident. The driver was dead, the impact having claimed his life at the spot.

Marcel wore gloves before touching the car and the driver. The police and reporters would have a field day tomorrow if whoever sent them didn’t clean this up. If that was the case, Marcel didn’t want to be implicated.

He checked the man’s body carefully and finally found something. A tattoo. Except that the man didn’t belong to a gang, he was a mercenary. Did someone hire a mercenary after him?