Taken By The Mafia Lord-Chapter 897 Poetic Justice

Richardo shot at him. Or so he thought because aside from the jerk from the gun when he pulled the trigger, nothing happened. As for Marcel, he already shut his eyes tight having accepted his fate and that this was the end for him.

But then, when nothing happened for a while, he peered up at Richardo to see what was happening in case this was a cold prank and he ended up shooting him instead with his eyes open. But then, all he saw was the befuddlement on Richardo's face as he checked his gun and he opened his other eyes as well. A deep furrow crossed his expression, what was going on?

Dumbfounded and embarrassed was how Richardo felt when he discovered that there wasn't a round in the chamber in the first place. He then recalled who had given him the gun, it was his second in command - Konstantine's second in command.

Richardo whirled around with rage, about to ask him why he had given him a gun that wasn't loaded to fire only for Daniel to appear before him with a dark grin and in a blur of movements, hit him with the butt of the gun.

Dots flew behind his vision as he staggered from the impact but above all the cold taste of betrayal stung him hard. He straightened up and commanded his men at once while pressing a hand to his aching jaw where Daniel hit him,

"Take him! Get a hold of him right now! He was never with me in the first place."

But then, something surprising happened. Instead of his men to capture Daniel as he had instructed, the Bratva turned on him instead. It happened in a twinkle of an eye because they shut his hired guns knowing they were currently the ones loyal to him, having lost their own loyalty. That is if they were even loyal in the first place.

Richardo watched with shocked eyes as the mercenaries he had bought over their services with the money gathered from ending the Basil family were being gunned down one after the other. A few managed to escape, but Richardo was under no illusion that they were coming back for him. That was the thing with mercenaries, after the money, it was their own life. To help with their contractor, especially in a life-threatening situation like this one.

It took a few minutes for the chaos to calm down and when it did, Richardo was a ruined man. There was no one on his side. But then he should have known. Instincts warned him. Marcel even warned him. Daniel was not to be trusted, but then he was so absorbed in his vengeance against Marcel that he even made a deal with the devil.

Marcel was stunned. While the pain in his leg - his entire body - hurt like a bitch, he was quite numb to feel anything after the scene that played out in front of him. He couldn't believe what was happening. Did his father just save him? No, he didn't want to raise his hopes too high. But then, he was not going to say a word either. If his father wanted to destroy Richardo first before him, then he was all in.

"You-!" Richardo hissed, looking around cautiously as if finding a way to escape after discovering that this is a setup.

"Yes, me, is anything new?" Daniel drawled, as if bored out of his men.

With the whole of his strength, Richardo took off and tried to dive into the gathering, intending to use Konstantine's men as cover and escape Daniel. At least, he tried to because the next he heard was a gunshot and pain raced up his leg.

He crumbled to the floor and Konstantine's men cleared the way for him, so he fell all by himself. Richardo

raised his affected leg, cradling it to his chest and moaning in pain. It hurt too much. While he was still suffering from the pain, Daniel walked over to him till he was standing over him.

"Why?!" He hissed at him with nothing but contempt in his eyes, "You said you hated Marcel! He even took away your authority in the family and yet you are standing for him. I guess you are as weak as him anyway, like father, like son!"

But Daniel answered calmly, "If you're trying to goad me into making a mistake, then you're wasting your breath. I have been biding my time quietly for the past two days, why should I lose control now when victory has been granted to me."

A chill washed over Richardo when he realized that Daniel had never been with him in the first place and this had only been a trap. The enemy has been with him all this while.

"And yes," He continued," I do hate my stupid son, Marcel. However, no one has the right to punish my son, except me. But then, you dare to torture him right in front of me." He licked his lips, "Young people have no respect nowadays."

He shot his thigh and Richardo released an inhumane scream, thrashing around on the ground like a worm set on fire. His voice became hoarse from screaming and sweat beaded his forehead, but his torturer squatted down in front of him, looking as relaxed as ever.

A chill washed over Marcel, he knew his father was cruel, but Daniel handing himself with great composure while torturing a soul as if he was in his element scared him most. Of course, this was what Daniel loved most anyway, torturing and inducing fear into people. And Marcel feared that he was the next in line.

"Please…." Richardo was begging him now, crawling away and dragging his unresponsive lower body with him. He was so scared now. Having been sure of eliminating Marcel, it was poetic justice to see him begging for his life instead.

"Please? Really?" Daniel laughed until it gurgled to a halt and he said in a low and menacing voice, "Did you think the same when you shot her?"