Chapter 68 - Send Her To The Red Giant (2/2)

He breathed, ”I must have been a fool to think you were entranced by the girl. No matter what, your eyes are always on the prize. You deserve being the clan leader,” Victor sincerely complimented him.

Marcel's head swelled with pride while his blood throbbed with the thrill of the chase. Even if Arianna stirred his blood like the fires of mountain lava and gave him a hard-on that was strong enough to knock him down his feet, he was dedicated to his family aka his clan.

As he said, he killed his people in the heat of the moment for her and that would be the last. A woman would not steer him off his path.

Arianna did not belong here and was only worth her use that had a time limit. He didn't care at all what happened when she outlived her usefulness. Perhaps, she would never lose her usefulness at all.

As she said, Arianna loved Elijah and had strong hope he would return for her. That means she would never stop searching for him even when she would be free - hopefully - and he - Marcel - had enough patience as well.

His guns were not yet in the market which means that bastard Elijah had it safely tucked somewhere. And until he began to play games with him by releasing his weapons to the public, Marcel would wait patiently. He would see this game to the end.

”Elijah is smart, he would know it's a trap,” Victor pointed out the flaw in his plan.

”And that's the point,” Marcel smiled.

Victor rubbed his brows, ”If he truly loves Arianna, he'd come. However, aside from that, you're issuing Elijah a challenge and he'd be a coward by turning it down,”

Marcel grinned, confirming what he thought.

Victor shook his head, ”Remind me never to fall on your bad side,”

”You won't as far as you don't betray me,” Marcel nonchalantly said but those words brought a chill on Victor followed by a tensed silence.

Here, ”betrayal” was a sensitive word. Betraying Marcel doesn't just mean setting him up with a rival gang, even taking the side of his other cousins - descendants of Mattia - was a big form of betrayal, not to talk of colliding with them to steal his - Marcel's - spot. Cousin or not, Marcel would kill him if that happens.

”Let the girl be today,” Victor finally spoke after the tensed veil of silence that fell on them, ”Also, you've forgotten about my party this night, I can't let a lady's howl of anguish linger on my mind and torment my soul when I should be merry,”

Victor knew Arianna hated those loan sharks else she wouldn't have escaped them - only to land in Marcel's web. He couldn't tell if the girl was a danger magnet or just had bad luck.

”Fine,” Marcel conceded. It was just a night anyway, what could change anyway?

He went ahead to warn his cousin, ”Just make sure she doesn't come down. I don't want her anywhere near your drunk ass,”

But the mischievous glint in Victor's eyes told him he might as well have been bluffing.

”No,” Marcel shook his head, ”Don't you dare,”

”It's just a night of fun and what's the definition of fun without the women and booze!” He tried to convince him.

”You've already arranged the women - don't think I don't know that. Moreover, you said it yourself, the gang members are not happy with her staying here after what happened. She's better off staying upstairs where she's tucked safely like a good girl,” Marcel was firm in his decision.

Victor arched a brow at him, ”Really? Good girl? We saw how the last one went with your room getting flooded and you -”

”Enough!” Marcel's grim expression was warning enough not to finish that comment.

”There's no harm done and we can get her drunk. Who knows what secret she spews while intoxicated?” Victor wriggled his brows invitingly like a siren entrancing a sailor with its melodious voice only to plunge him to his death in the deep blue sea.

Marcel knew this was a bad idea but Victor could talk the stripes off a zebra and Arianna was enough of a headache.

May God help him.