Chapter 57 - Bring Her To Me (2/2)

”His idea, not mine,” Marcel waived her off.

”Yet, you allowed him,” There was an accusation in her tone and that made Marcel halt in his step.

With a frown in between his brows, Marcel turned to her quizzically, ” I really don't understand your intentions nowadays,”

”What?” Macy was taken aback by his question nor did she like the tick in his jaw. He was annoyed.

”You know I'm trying my best to catch Ariaana and you're supposed to be helping think of a plan. However, you didn't even try at all and what you do now is to question the plan I have in motion?” the annoyance was now evident in his tone. His jaw was clenched and his gaze was cold and narrowed down on her.

Macy swallowed nervously, her heart pounding in her throat. This was the second time in a week Marcel was scolding her. Marcel never scolds her - because she was always perfect.

”I'm sorry,” Was all Macy could say with her head lowered.

Marcel stared at her intensely before stepping forward and made her stand up straight, staring deep into her eyes.

He then placed both hands on her shoulder and Macy looked down at that gesture, her heart missing a beat. That was a first.

Marcel squeezed her shoulder gently before looking her straight in the eyes asking, ”I just realized that you're bowing your head and apologizing more than usual lately and that is not like you, Macy. What is going on with you?”

”You're so obsessed with that girl, it's beginning to bother me,” Macy was tempted to say however she knew that would only complicate issues.

Marcel was trained to be the heir of the Luciano clan and he doesn't work with sentiments. Showing Marcel her vulnerable side would not gain his pity or affection, rather he would look down on her.

The only reason Marcel took her as his assistant in the first place was because of her capability - there were a lot of other gang members veering for this position - she can't fail him now. Also, Macy knew what she was getting into by letting herself develop feelings for him. Now, she had to dance to the tune of the music she played.

”I think I'm just stressed, that's all,” Macy replied to Marcel without breaking eye contact with him.

”You need rest then and that you would get,” Marcel said to her, massaging her shoulder a bit as if it would alleviate the stress before letting go.

”No!” Macy shouted upon realizing what Marcel meant by that. This was not the time for a break, especially not when that girl was going to be captured soon.

However, before Macy could protest that she was fine, Marcel's phone rang and he glanced across the screen only for his expression to change.

”Hello dear father,” That was all Macy needed to hear to know the grim reaper of hell had called.

”Sure,” Marcel said, ending the call that didn't even last a minute.

”What does he want?” Macy asked, concern written over her expression.

”He wants me at his place,” Marcel said with a tone that didn't seem excited at the prospect of visiting his father.

”I should come with -”

”No, return to the base and get a rest,” Marcel dismissed her before flagging down a taxi, leaving his car to her so she would drive it back.

Macy had no choice but to obey his order, so she drove back to the base. She hardly parked the car when her phone rang and saw it was one of the boys.

”Hello?” she picked up the call.

”I think we found the girl,”

”What?” Macy was stunned by the news and it took her a few minutes to recover from the surprise. When she finally did, an idea hit her and her lips curled to the side in a smirk.

She said, ”When you get your hands on her, bring her to me,”