Taken By The Mafia Lord

"Leporiphobia," Victor turned to Marcel by his side, "This is the first time I'm seeing someone with such phobia."

The both of them stood in front of the glass cell watching Clara who was putting up a show for them.

"With Clara, you shouldn't be surprised," Marcel meant it. The girl would have been the death of him had they ended up marrying. And he meant that literally.

"Those who suffer from this phobia may find the appearance of rabbits unsettling and the fear that rabbits will attack them," Marcel explained, watching as Clara curled in on herself. It had taken them time to set all of this up, but it was worth it.

"This might have a lasting psychological effect on her," Victor said, his gaze on his cousin. He was pointing out that Marcel's method might have been a little bit too harsh.

Marcel arched a brow, "Really? You think I went too far?"

Victor gulped down saliva without saying a word. He knew better than to question Marcel's decision right now.

Marcel took a step forward till he was standing right in front of his cousin. He then reached out and lifted his chin so they were staring into each other's gaze.

"It seems that I've become too soft lately that everyone has forgotten the real man residing beneath the surface," He said with a sudden hardness in his gaze.

Victor didn't break his gaze knowing that his cousin was right. Arianna changed something in Marcel and he had been a lot more magnanimous than before, but that doesn't erase the fact that he was Daniel's heir. Everything Daniel knew, he knew as well, because he was his father's son.

"I'm sorry. I spoke out of line, it won't happen again." Victor told him.

"Good," Marcel nodded, "As much as I love your contributions as my consigliere and my brother, I'm still the leader of this family and you don't make the decision for me."

"I'll do well to remember that," Victor promised him. As his close relative and worker, it was sometimes hard to remember his position and blur the line sometimes.

Marcel turned to stare at the glass and Victor followed his gaze, resting on Clara who seemed to be muttering something they couldn't hear. Following the shape of her mouth, he bet it was gibberish.

"I've condoned Clara's behavior for far too long and it's high time she knows who she's dealing with. I've been pushed around by my father a lot, I can't let a mere ant like her step over me and go scot-free. If she wields that kind of power, now that we've separated, who knows what kind of trouble she would cause me… or even Arianna, " He added at the end slowly.

"So you're cutting off her wings before it sprouts too wide," Victor finally understood.

"You can call it that." Marcel caressed his chin thoughtfully as he went on to say, "She would be dead if it wasn't for my relationship with her mother. It was Diana's misfortune to have an irresponsible daughter like her."

He went on, "With a bit of help from a therapist, they should be able to get her mind back on track. Release her after an hour of communion with the rabbits and communicate to her mother that I want her as far away from me as possible. Whether they go abroad or not, I don't care. However, her daughter's dead if she's caught five meters near me. "

"Huh?" Victor was confused by the series of orders from his cousin. However, before he could ask anything, Marcel was already taking his leave.

"I want her gone by the time I'm back," Marcel demanded.

"Where are you going to?!" Victor asked him confused.

Marcel looked over his shoulder to answer him, "To bring my woman home!"

Of course, it was to get Arianna. What was he expecting? That Marcel was leaving to fix him a drink or what? Victor was beginning to miss the time it was just the both of them together before the women came. Not that he regretted Mimi and Arianna coming into their lives, no, it was the best feeling. But these days, they were busy solving one problem or the other or spending time with their women that it was becoming hard to get a one on one time with each other.

"That is good, but what about the rabbits? What do I do with them?!" He asked.

"Feed them to Samson!" Marcel hollered back.

"What?!" Victor was horrified, as he stared at the cute things his cousin wanted to feed to that ferocious lion called Samson.

He thought Marcel had changed, but that doesn't seem to be the case. He was still as blackhearted as ever and there was no way on earth he was preparing a feast for the lion. However, what was he going to with thirty-something bunnies? He hasn't exactly thought of it when he purchased them.

Marcel didn't wait for his chauffeur to drive him this time and got into his Sienna, driving to Leon's place. He kept tabs on Arianna and so far, there was no cause for alarm. She was perfectly safe.

However, as Marcel drove on, he discovered that he was being tailed and that made him frown. Was it his father? Was he still unsatisfied with today's result? Or was it someone else - someone that wanted to harm him?

Marcel was already reaching for the roof of his car where he hide one of the many guns in the car when the car tailing him suddenly took off. The car didn't have a plate number hence Marcel wasn't able to memorize it, however, he would make sure to get to the bottom of this.

Thanks to the little creepy incident, Marcel was a lot more careful and he made sure that he wasn't followed when he reached Leon's place. He would rather die than bring danger to Arianna.

"Arianna," .

The thought of meeting her brought a smile to his lips. So when he packed properly, he stepped out and met one of the soldiers come to meet him instead of the one he placed in charge of his woman's safety.

"Where is Luca?" He asked.