Marcel had not been able to sleep a wink last night and was up before the first crow of the morning. He had a few cases of insomnia and tonight seems to be one of those days.Most times it always took him drugs to go to sleep but when Arianna had been around, it was like she had been his special concoction. Her presence was distracting and all he needed was for her to royally piss him off and he'd go to bed annoyed, his demons pushed to the back of his mind.It wasn't that he couldn't sleep but his sleep was usually plunged with nightmares of his troubling childhood and most times, his first kill. Why was his first kill so significant?His first kill was his debut as a "made man" and Marcel accomplished that while he was merely thirteen years of age. It was a Mafia initiation ritual to become a made man before being welcomed as a member of the gang. While a novice would follow the custom of pricking fingers to draw blood and taking an oath of loyalty to the Luciano family, Marcel had
Macy woke up with a startle, it was the first time in a long time she was having that kind of nightmare. But then, it was a long time since she forgot about her revenge as well.She had never been able to forget that morning; the day her father was killed. When one talked about murders, it had to be done by the big, evil men or women but Macy had seen it all; a little boy killed her father. Macy remembered the startle in his eyes when she stumbled upon him hiding the gun in the inside of his jacket and she had been fascinated, thinking it was a toy gun until she saw the blood spot on her father's body as he slumped to the ground.The scream that left her mouth had been full of shock and pain as she realized at that moment she just lost her father and the changes it would bring to her life.Macy remembered telling the authorities what she had seen but of course, no one believed her or maybe they had been paid off to never consider her as a witness. She had been in shock and saw thing
Unable to stand the tie anymore, Marcel slipped it out of his neck and was just about to toss it to God knows where when his phone beeped with a message. He picked up the phone thinking it was from one of the hundreds of men under his command only to find otherwise. It was the coordinates for the meeting; he just received the location. Why was he texted the locations an hour to the meeting? Well, the location had to be discreet in case they had enemy spies who might try to take them out using this opportunity. Imagine if their meeting place was bombed? That would be killing two birds with one stone: the entire Luciano family would be wiped out. "Right on time," Marcel muttered as soon as the door to his room was opened and a figure walked in. He didn't need to turn or look at the mirror in front of him to know who that was. Everyone had distinct footsteps and he had a habit of mastering it. It saved his life a few times. "Boss," Samuel acknowledged his presence. "Get the car ready
Marcel was able to get a breathing space, at least, after Victor moved his attention to his phone, probably chatting with one of his latest love interests. He just prayed his cousin wasn't planning to throw another because the last one lowered his defenses and led to the death of not one, but more than a few of his men. He won't let that happen again. It was a thirty minute or so drive when they arrived at the hotel restaurant. Thanks to their VIP reservation, they had their own exclusive entrance to the hotel and when he stepped out, Marcel could already see a few of his relatives had arrived with their cars lined up.As expected, men and women in tailored suits dressed impeccably like they were about to attend an international conference meeting instead of a family meeting. Marcel wondered what was with Mafia families and their love for suits? If one stared at this scene, they would think it was an important gathering of big-shot businessmen and women with their entourage. If onl
Marcel shook his head at the drama going on between mother and son; they were hilarious. Victor and his mother were by far the most normal people in this organization and Marcel was not going to lie, he sometimes wished he could get into his cousin's shoes. You know, to see what it is like to come from a loving home where your opinion mattered and your feelings are considered. They seemed so happy - he wanted that too. The smile was still on his lips when someone suddenly stood in front of him. Because Marcel had been distracted, he hadn't noticed her coming and only caught her figure from the corner of his eyes at the last minute. "If this isn't our very own Marcel," She smirked, showing off sparkling white teeth and an odd amusement in her eyes that could almost be mistaken as mockery. "Cindy," He breathed upon seeing his other cousin - one of his second cousins. The girl was young, eighteen-year-old Marcel guessed - he wasn't exactly in the mood to keep tabs on his relatives -
If there was anyone that interested Marcel amongst his second cousins, that would be Adele. It wasn't uncommon for the male in the family to have mistresses while the wives pretended to be oblivious to it, however, they made sure complications aka a child didn't arise from their affairs.But his uncle Benjamin had failed at that and there came about the birth of Adele. And while he should have sent her away to avoid conflict in the future, Benjamin cared much about the number of his children - that would go up against them. So Adele stayed especially after he lost two of his sons.It was obvious that Adele went through hell in the hands of Benjamin's wife especially after she gave birth to her long-awaited daughter, Cindy, two years after she arrived in the family. And while others in her situation would break and give up from the maltreatment, Adele stood tall and prevailed. Now she's a core member of the organization.With a driven, hard-working, and no-nonsense personality, it wa
Victor walked with Marcel by his side, scanning their surrounding like a thief scouting his target, ensuring there was no one eavesdropping on their conversation as he revealed, "I spoke with my mother and -""You actually spoke with your mother?" Marcel interrupted him, brows raised in interest, "I actually thought she was beating you the entire time," He laughed, all by himself.Victor halted in his step, giving him a deadpanned look."Sorry. Continue." Marcel decided to be serious.Victor resumed the conversation immediately as if someone had pressed the play button on him, "She said they are going to pressure you into choosing an underboss today,"There was no change in Marcel's expression at that disclosure. He didn't even blink, "Thought that much,"Unlike him, Arthur does not exactly hide his emotions well and there was only one good reason why his cousin could be that happy: he sensed his promotion. In his dream. One might ask why was everyone so desperate for the position o
"Arianna!" Mimi was the first person to sight her. Just as she thought, she was the last person to arrive as Mimi and Adele beckoned her to their table. "I'm so sorry I'm late, I had to coax Aricel and Marcel before leaving." Adele snorted a laugh at the side, "You two are determined to call her that, kid is going to grow up hating that name." She laughed once more. "The name is a demonstration of the love between Marcel and me, even outsiders think it's romantic. Trust me, she's going to cherish it when she grows up and learns the history between her parents," Arianna was sure of it. "Let's pray so." Adele snickered, bringing the drink to her lips, tipped her head back, and chugged it. "No, no, this is no time for argument. We came here to have a good time and don't mind Adele, she's just sour that she had to sneak out through the back door to escape her own children." Mimi was the peacemaker, and this time, it was Arianna's turn to laugh. "You left through the back door? Tell