Taken By The Mafia Lord

"Here, sit," Marcel said, pushing out a seat for Arianna to take after their enthusiastic host, Leon, graciously invited them to dinner.

"Thank you," Arianna said, genuinely impressed by Marcel's caring attitude today. It was sort of sweet and romantic and she wouldn't mind getting used to it every day.

Marcel sat down beside her, just as Leon appeared and sat at the head table. Luca was behind them as usual and Arianna couldn't help but notice the quick exchange between them even though Luca froze his expression.

She didn't know how things went between them earlier but Arianna planned to bother Luca about the details later after they returned to the base.

"I had the kitchen prepare a bit of everything since I couldn't tell what you liked," Leon said precisely to Marcel, but the male in question was busy cutting Arianna's steak into little bits.

"I'm good as far as she likes it," He grumbled, still cutting the steaks.

"Don't worry, I can do it," Arianna tried to take the knife from him, but Marcel wouldn't let her. He was almost treating her like a fragile aristocrat that hadn't done any work since she was born.

"Stay still," He told her firmly.

Okay?

Arianna had no choice but to obey, leaving everything to him. Marcel had rolled up his sleeve hence she could see the strength of his muscles, her gaze trailing up to the opened buttons revealing his taut chest and then that handsome face. His brows were set in concentration as if he was in a surgical operation when it was just meat.

"You know, you don't really have to cut it into much smaller pieces, I can chew my meat well," She tried to tell him he was wasting his time and energy doing so. She wasn't a baby with no teeth for crying out loud.

"Don't say that, there is always a need to be careful, many people have died from choking on their food," He claimed.

"Well, I'm always careful," Arianna argued.

"Unfortunately, I'm not taking any chances when it comes to you, love. I told you, we'd be making lots of kids, Arianna, ten the least."

Arianna didn't say anything but Unfortunately, Leon choked on his drink at that moment, his eyes watering up from the reaction.

"See? Even stupid people choke on a drink, what more a lump of meat?" Marcel ruthlessly used him as an example.

That is not the case, he was not stupid! Leon tried to say. He only choked on his drink because he was unfortunate to have been eavesdropping on the both of them flirting with each other at that moment. Sadly, Leon was unable to say a word and was coughing instead.

"Shouldn't we call for help?" Arianna was concerned, seeing him in a coughing fit.

"Don't worry," Marcel said nonchalantly, his focus on the current dish that he was searching for and pulling out the bones in the fish, "The bastard is so rich, he wouldn't die."

"Huh?" Arianna was confused by what he meant. How was being rich going to help him out in this situation? He needed help, not money.

Marcel dropped to the spoon and explained, "He loves money too much. In one word, there's no way he would die and leave his money behind," He said it straight to his face.

Like magic, Leon recovered, glaring at Marcel.

"I hate you," He said.

"And I hate you too," Marcel said casually, as if it was a thing between them.

Leon wasn't through because he asked, "Why am I always the one suffering in our relationship?"

"Mind your words, we were never in any relationship," Marcel told him seriously, though his words lacked threat. If anything, It was almost as if they were fooling around.

"Haha, Arianna already knows about our special relationship," He stated boldly.

Marcel snorted, "If that's your attempt at making her jealous, then you lost greatly." He turned to Arianna, "You weren't jealous, right, love?"

"Huh?" Arianna was startled by the question. Color rushed to her cheeks,

"Of course not, I wasn't!" Arianna laughed awkwardly, "Why would I be jealous?! The both of you didn't even do much," She lied through her teeth. Why wouldn't she be jealous when Marcel was too handsome and even the gay ones wanted him

"I trust you," Arianna said, wrapping her hands around his arm and resting her head on his shoulder like an obedient tigress while Marcel patted her head gently and then passed Leon a smug expression. See? She trusts me.

Leon was annoyed beyond words, the both of them were oppressing him with their public display of affection. Do they think they were the only couples in this house?

His gaze moved to Luca who tensed up and looked away. But even at that gesture, Leon didn't take his eyes off him and when Luca looked back, he was still staring at him, which made him shift on his feet uncomfortably. Why was he staring at him? Does he want Marcel to find out what they did? Fuck, just look forward!

Luca was beginning to squirm by the time Leon wouldn't take his gaze off him, but luckily for him, Marcel was occupied with Arianna, feeding her food. But for how long?

Just look away, asshole!

God! If Marcel caught him, he would make Leon pay. Yeah, make him pay, how? Leon was too powerful. Maybe in bed…?

Nope, not going there.

This was too dangerous, he was not going to do it - not while on duty. Shit! Duty or not, no fucking Leon. The man was too much for him. Just like cigarettes, Leon King was bad for his system.

"The food is delicious, " Arianna said intentionally and Leon had no choice but to look away while Luca released the breath he was holding in. That was close.

"But not compared to the one at my base," Marcel grumbled, feeding her another bite without understanding the look that passed between Arianna and Leon.

Arianna had seen what happened.

"Well, thank you nonetheless," Leon said innocently while his lips curled to the side in a devilish smile which Luca saw and glared at him murderously.

He would find him later tonight and kill him.

Hopefully.