Zoey p. o. v
Marco majestic presence dominated the huge hall, his power is evident. The look he cast on Pierre and his men was that of a predator intimidating his prey.
Most of Pierre’s men cower in fear at his presence, Marco’s brutality is no secret in the Mafia world, especially when he’s challenged publicly.
Even when Marco hasn’t come back to my life, and I was just a simple girl, living an ordinary life. I knew about Marco’s ruthlessness, so of course they are well aware of who just came in.
“How did you get in?” Pierre foolishly asked, there was slight hint of fear in his voice.
Isn’t it obvious?
“The question should have been, how did you found our location?” Marco moves towards Pierre with strength that emanates from him with every move.
“Daytime robbery in my territory, that’s suicidal. A dangerous move for a next in-line Don.” Marco hissed.
“Your territory?” Pierre scoffed mockingly. “Too bad you have too many snakes around you.”
I know who he’s referring to, Rebecca. She’s a vicious snake, an ungrateful bitch that cares only about herself.
“Snakes you say.” Marco nod dismissively. “I admire your boldness, stepping on my toe in my zone.” He shook his head.
“Pierre Jacques, first son of Bruce Jacques. You’re given a mission to redeem your position as the next don else your younger brother, Lyam will be made the Don and that mission is to have my head rolling on the floor.” Marco jokingly narrated.
Just to claim a seat, some has to pay the price? That’s inhumane.
Pierre was silent for a while, calculating his next move.
“Someone did their little background check.” He spoke as if he were unbothered.
“I have to, too bad you’re not a worthy opponent.” Marco tsk
“Watch your mouth, garcon. You’re at my mercy at this point.”
On reflect action, Pierre signal one of his men. The man immediately held me up from my sitting position, my back was press to his front with his sword like knife press against my neck.
“Take another move and she’s dead.” Pierre threatened.
Immediately, Marco stop dead in his track. Pierre relaxed his tense, as he thought he had Marco on a dead end.
“Your little weakness, how foolish of you to let the world know your weakness.” He laughed triumphantly.
Assuming he has the upper hand, I also thought so too but that lastly for a moment. Marco just glanced between me and Pierre. His stare stayed a little longer on me, like he was passing a message to me.
I couldn’t process what he was trying to tell me, I took the risk and duck my head. What I heard next was a brief gasp, then a loud thud, made stare over my shoulder.
Laying flat on the ground dead is the man who had his knife press to the neck, a look alike spear buried in between his eyes.
“He was too close to my woman, I have little patience with men been close to her.” Marco murmur bring my attention back to the situation.
Everyone was stunned, holding their breath as if they would have the same fate as the man if they so much as breath.
Pierre on the hand is obviously shaken up from Marco’s action, but tries to maintain his calmness.
“And next time teach them how to hold a knife properly, that was to lacky.” Marco continues. “Am I still at your mercy?” Marco taunts.
I’m just scared for my life and that of Camila and Isabella, whom just sat quietly since Marco came. Watching the exchange between Marco and Pierre.
Just then I caught sight of someone, someone I distaste right now. Rebecca calmly and elegantly walk in, and stood beside Marco smiling like she didn’t do anything bad.
I so want to scratch her face right now, Wolfe in sheep’s clothing.
“Ahh, if not my favorite person, Rebecca, how nice of you to join us.” Pierre happily calls immediately he saw Rebecca.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” She replied, her voice is sultry and alluring as ever. Trapping men in her nest of deceit.
“Come here, and have a seat.” She swings her hips as she moves, every step of hers was seductive.
“Thank you.” She wore a tight smile, taking her seat.
I look to Marco expecting him to be surprised and heartbroken, seeing his friend betray him. It’s not something anyone could handle, but I almost forgot Marco isn’t just anyone.
He remained unfazed, uncaring and unwavering, what he did next was something I didn’t see coming.
He was to where Pierre is leisurely sitting and pull him up by his shirt, pushed him away and occupied the seat.
“You bastard, how dare you.” Pierre yelled angrily.
“What dared me to enter your trap alone.” The second Marco said that, all Pierre’s men in the hall dropped to the floor lifeless.
“How….” Words died in his mouth, he stared wide-eyed at all his subordinates. His mouth hung open loosely.
He was totally not expecting this turn of event. It seems he was finding hard to believe.
I haven’t recovered from this shock yet, a different set of men occupied the vacant space left by the dead men.
They are Marco’s men, no wonder he was bold enough to enter here alone. Marco has already had it all planned out, he could have killed Pierre and his subordinates without showing his presence.
Why did he decide to come inside?
“Matthew.” He called.
“Yes Don.” Matthew step forward.
“Take them home in one piece.” He was referring to us.
I would rather not leave, for fear of what would happen to Marco, I know he’s mighty and all, but he’s still human.
“I’m not leaving.” I blurted out.
“Baby, this is not a place you should be, go home I will join you shortly.” He tried convincing, but I’m not having it.
I shook my head in denial, I don’t want to leave him, not with the vicious woman here.
“I will be fine baby, go home I wait for me. I will be quick.” I didn’t have an opportunity to respond as I was being pulled away.
“Relay the message, that you’ve held me captive. I will spare your life.” Marco commanded.
That was the last thing I heard before I was completely out of sight. I buffed angrily, as I made my way to the car parked in front of the warehouse.
Pierre is really not advance in this Mafia business, he had to use an old abandoned warehouse for his dirty works. It’s so outdated, definitely not hard to locate.