Taken By The Mafia Lord

"You don't look good," Victor pointed out as he stepped into the office with two cups in hand.

He gave the darkly roasted coffee to Marcel who accepted it with a word of thanks while he sipped his matcha latte. Unlike Marcel, Victor had a sweet tooth and loved the strong natural sweetness compared to his cousin's bitter drink. Blah! How does he even enjoy that?

"Did you even sleep last night?" He inquired, focused on his tea.

"No,"

"Ah, you must have been up all night, thinking." Victor thought.

"Arianna slept in my room,"

"Oh." He understood at once.

It made sense to Victor. Why would Marcel stay awake for a little problem like Clara's? All he needed to do was to sleep and get a clear head enough to think of a solution.

But then, when you have a temptress on your bed, it's incredibly hard to sleep. It's like being in the garden of Eden, watching the attractive forbidden fruit and being told not to eat it.

Sigh, his poor cousin.

"How long are you going to be this way? You are a master of seduction, just do your thing and make her fall for you."

But Marcel told him, scratching his nose, "That would have been much easier if I hadn't fallen for her first,"

Victor whistled, "You are definitely in hot soup,"

"I know. Who would have thought so." Marcel took a deep breath before chugging his coffee.

"Why not just have sex with her and see if your feelings remain the same?" he suggested, thinking that it was a great idea.

"Ever since you had sex with Mimi, has your feelings for her changed?" Marcel asked him instead.

Victor's eyes widened, "Don't tell me you...."

"Eyes are everywhere, Victor. Be a lot more careful the next time you have sex in a car else your enemies end you in your moment of carelessness."

Victor was stressed by the news, but he was much more worried about Mimi. How much danger has he exposed her into?

"It's complicated," He suddenly said.

"What?" Marcel was confused.

"You asked whether my feelings have changed since I had sex with Mimi. All I can say is that it got complicated instead. Everybody has a reason for having sex but its main purpose is for procreation. However, for me, it's spiritual, a deeper bonding, a communion with a mind that works with mine... " A smile crossed Victor's lips and he had a dreamlike fascination on his face, "I think I'm going to stick with her this time."

"Good for you," Was all Marcel said before his expression darkened, "Because if Arianna cries because Mimi cried because you made her cry, I'm not letting you off, cousin or not."

Victor laughed yet became serious at the end, "Noted."

Marcel moved his focus from him as he said, "I have no right to demand Arianna reciprocates my feelings until Clara is out of the picture. Having Arianna to myself while engaged to Clara is a huge disrespect to her and my mother taught me better. That is why we're getting my sister out this week, the faster this ends, the better for me."

At that comment, Victor snapped his fingers, "Now, we're on the same page, I've had this idea for a while now but it's incomplete, but then time is not really on our side now. So?" He shrugged.

"Do tell," Marcel said, placing his empty cup on the desk, giving his cousin all of the attention.

"Since we are positive that Chloe is locked up at your father's residence, the greatest problem we have is lack of information. Your father holds his place like a fortress and the spies we sent so far have all been discovered, all except one who can't even make a careless move for fear of being caught ."

"So?"

"I think our first move should be discovering Chloe's location discretely before establishing the next plan of rescuing her."

"That's why you have been in communication with Winters," Marcel figured out. He knew the whereabouts of important people in this family, how do you think he has been able to keep his position for this long? Information is power.

Winters is a freelance hacker that he employed her services for some time now and both of them developed a working relationship from thence. Although Marcel has his technicians, none of them were as good as her. Moreover, he needed her the most when he doesn't want his activities monitored by the members of his family. After all, the technicians were wildly used by everyone in the family.

"Yes, I was figuring out if there was a way she could hack into your father's security system to record footage, and monitor the surroundings. You know, retrieve the information we need. But then, your father is not called crazy for no reason. Winters says the encryption is like something she has never seen before but she can do that if someone helps from the inside. It has to be done manually."

"Well then, we have one spy, he should do the work," Marcel said but Victor shook his head.

"He doesn't work in that department, even if he does, are you willing to sacrifice the one spy you have that monitors your father's activities for you. It might take you months, if not years to successfully plant another one. Are you willing to take that risk? "

"Then what do you suggest we do? Are you saying I should abandon Chloe and marry that bug of a woman called Clara to suck the life out of me?"

"We could send outsiders,"

"Exactly? Who?! My paranoid father has a visual count of all the men in the organization. What makes you think whoever I send wouldn't be recognized and caught? Then he would hurt Chloe to teach me a lesson!"

"Then send me,"

"What?"

Both men turned around to the source of the voice and one should see the way Marcel's face turned to shit when he saw it was no other than Arianna.

"Are you kidding me right now?" Marcel said in a guttural tone, his face so dark it looked like a storm was brewing there.