Chapter 18 - Protect Her For You (2/2)

At the mention of that, his father's face went red with anger and he raised his hand to hit him again but Marcel was much faster and grabbed his hand.

”I told you, not the face,” His grip on his father's hand was firm and the man couldn't pull away even as he struggled.

Suddenly, he punched Marcel on the stomach, knocking the breath out of him and that made his son loosen his grip and he finally pulled his arm free.

Marcel didn't show much pain, father and son staring at each other fiercely. He knew he had touched his father's sensitive area and it pleased him. He wasn't that young Marcel anymore, he was grown and capable of defending himself - and his loved ones.

”Fine,” The man said, his chin lifted high, ”I guess we'd call off the deal then and you would never hear from her again,”

At the mention of that, Marcel's face distorted and his fists clenched by his side. He was doing all of this for his sister's sake, what was the point if he won't see her ever again.

So he spoke through gritted teeth, ”I never said I wasn't going to marry Clara,”

”Oh, really?” Daniel was smug, knowing he had the upper hand here, ”I guess old age must be catching up with me,”

He took a step closer to his son, ”I hope I won't have to make a second journey here,” Daniel needed his assurance.

”There's no assurance but you should know the marriage will go ahead as planned,” Marcel said. He had no choice here, not if he wanted his sister to remain safe.

His father, Daniel, patted him on the shoulder, ”You've made a nice decision and a huge sacrifice for our Luciano family. You won't see the benefit now but I can assure you that your legacy would forever be remembered,”

Marcel only smiled politely knowing nothing good would come out from him opening his mouth. His father's hand lingered on his shoulder and seeing no other reaction from him decided to let go and he finally left.

The moment he left, Marcel let out a fleeting breath. He rubbed his palm down his face before turning only to stumble into his mother's picture on the wall.

Marcel didn't say anything, just stared at her picture as if it was the most beautiful thing in his life.

”Don't worry, you just rest, I'll protect her for you,” He said and pulled the picture down, heading into his room with it.

He was wrong, his father doesn't deserve to see this - nobody does - not after what he had done to her. His mother's memory deserved to be preserved, not used like that.

However, when he came into the room, Marcel saw a scene that made his lips twitch. Of course, he forgot about this part.

Lo and behold, on his bed was a cute-looking chihuahua that was frozen in fear because on the floor lay a young well-muscled cat with a long body, large head, and short legs. This cat was no other than the famous lion called Samson that has been his companion since young.

Marcel sighed upon seeing that the chihuahua had wet his bed from fear and he couldn't blame Macy for doing so because his bed was the only territory Samson wouldn't cross.