Taken By The Mafia Lord

Chapter 785 - 785 What We Could Have Been

785 What We Could Have Been

No one could tell what was going on in Marcel’s mind as he stared at the footage of Macy being imprisoned with rapt attention. But then, when Victor peeked at the screen, there was nothing going on except the scene of the betrayer being tied to a chair and staring at nothing.

Victor looked back at Marcel and it hit him that his cousin was lost in his thoughts. So when Marcel suddenly straightened up without warning, he nearly startled him yet he was able to compose himself at the last minute.

“Take me to her,” Marcel commanded, leaving with a file in his grasp while his other hand was inside his pocket. Although he seemed fine, his steps were heavier and so was his heart. This was not the type of news Marcel expected to hear.

No, he had not believed it when the message came to him of Macy’s betrayal until he had evidence staring down at his face. Macy had made pretty bad choices like being in a relationship with Victor and sleeping with him at the same time in the past, but none of them hurt as badly as this discovery.

He trusted her.

He depended on her.

She was once his second in command.

Marcel couldn’t help but wonder about the part where he wouldn’t realize her betrayal until he was staring death in the face. He would never suspect a thing until he got kicked to the curb.

It was perfect.

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Marcel’s heart ran cold with each step he took until he was standing right outside the door. Victor gestured to both men standing guard and they pushed the heavy door open.

The both of them walked into the basement until Macy lifted her face and Marcel halted in his steps when he saw her appearance. He turned to Victor,

“You beat her up?”

Victor turned to the men standing behind the door and back at Marcel. He said, “A little force had to be applied when she resisted being taken away,”

Marcel didn’t say anything and his expression showed he didn’t care either. He stared Macy dead in the eyes with his jaw clenched as he approached her and when he got there, pulled the nearby chair to her front and sat down. Victor made himself invincible; he was there but his presence was not enough to distract Marcel from his work.

He didn’t say a word, Marcel simply took in her appearance. Macy had a black eye on the right side of her face and could barely open it. Aside from that, she looked completely fine. Her body was tied tightly to the seat with her hands bound from behind so there was no chance of escape.

However, there was nothing more annoying than the complete disregard in her eyes. Now that her secret was out in the open, there was no more need to pretend or suck up to the boss, was there?

“Doesn’t this place look familiar to you?” Marcel told her, “Just months ago, you were standing over there….” He pointed to an empty spot in the basement, her gaze following his line of sight, “while I tortured Peter Ivanov for my guns, and today here you are in the same position.”

Macy threw her head to the side and spat out a huge lump of saliva on the floor.

“So what’s your point?” She sneered.

Marcel simply opened the file and tossed it to the floor, making sure that the page he wanted was open before her.

Macy stared at the record and scoffed, hinting at her background.

“It took you that long to find out,”

She added immediately before Marcel had the chance to speak, “And please don’t give me the ‘I trusted you’ speech, that’s old already, can’t you think of something creative?”

But Marcel shook his head, “I wasn’t about to say that, rather I have a question.”

“Amuse me then,” Macy said with a heavy tone of sarcasm, gesturing to her environment, “As you can see, I am bored out of my mind here.”

“Why didn’t you do it? With the blind trust I had towards you, you had ample opportunities to take me out. Why delay the inevitable? Why did you not kill me when you knew deep down it was either me or you?”

“Oh please don’t act like you don’t know the reason why Marcel!” Macy shouted at him. His ignorance was beginning to get on her nerves.

“Do you know that I was so full of anger the first time we met and I couldn’t wait for the day when I would get my hands on you? Though it would be a fast death, I would relish watching life leave your eyes….”

Her expression turned pitiful the next few seconds, “But the more I got close to you, I began to justify the reason for my father’s death. And then Victor came in and showed me a rare kindness, it was sweet while it lasted. But I wanted more. If my father’s death was going to be waved aside like that, it had to be worth it. Being your wife was enough compensation, don’t you think so?”

Macy laughed once again and while she found it hilarious, it wasn’t funny to Marcel who sat as still as a rock with his impassive mask on. It was impressive how he was able to keep a straight face as Macy laughed till she ended up coughing instead.

She cleared her throat and continued, “We had something great, you know. Together, we would have been unstoppable. A formidable couple as the romanticists call it. But you had to go bring in Arianna,” Macy called her name with so much poison. The deadly look in her eyes was enough proof of how much she loathed Arianna.

“Everything would have gone perfectly if only she hadn’t appeared to take away what I worked hard for. I tried so hard to eliminate the threat while it was still in the bud, but you didn’t have the foresight and let her sink her claws into you. If you hadn’t opened up to her, we would have been married by now and I would forget all about my revenge. But look where we are now, don’t you think that’s unfortunate, Marcel?”