Taken By The Mafia Lord

"All I told you was keep the rabbits out of here, but you do directly the opposite of..." Marcel trailed off when he saw his cousin Victor drinking early in the morning and he halted.

Sure, Victor indulged a few times, but those few times were rare and the somber ambiance surrounding his dear cousin was suffocating. Having known his dear cousin since he was in diapers, Marcel knew instinctively that something was wrong.

Without a word, Marcel dropped down beside him. Victor didn't speak to him even as he picked up the bottle of whiskey and poured himself a drink. Seeing there was another cup, even if Victor didn't say it, Marcel knew that he wanted company and that person was him.

Throwing his head back, Marcel drank his alcohol and he dropped the glass and looked at his cousin,

"What happened?"

Victor halted for a moment before swinging down his drink. He lowered his head and then lifted his head, sniffing,

"I think Mimi wants to break up with me,"

Marcel swallowed a lump in his throat. He had his suspicions and it seems that he was right.

"How can you be so sure?" He tried to minimize the damage done, "For all, we know it might be all in your head, or perhaps, you did something to her and can't remember. Women do bear grudges," Arianna was a living testimony.

"You don't need to console me, Marcel, I'm not weak. The signs are there, the cold shoulder, the lack of attention. She doesn't even want to have sex with me anymore and that's speaking volumes, Marcel! I mean, our sex life is something to write home about. And if I annoyed her as you claim, why can't she talk to me?! It's all confusing. One moment, I thought I had my whole life sorted out and now, it's falling apart. I found out there's nothing. "

"Hey, " Marcel placed his hand on his shoulder and made him face him, "Then face it and get it all sorted so you can start rebuilding."

"You mean after she's broken up with me?" Victor said sarcastically, taking a drink directly from the bottle.

"Then what are you going to do then? Sit around and wallow in self-pity, is that it? Sure, the drink would numb the pain, but then what? Your problem is right there, staring at my face."

"Then what about you? If Arianna decided to leave you, what would you do? Go after her like the capable man you are…." Victor intentionally incited him, but when he saw the look on Marcel's face, it dawned on him.

"Of course," Victor snorted, "You were never planning on letting her go. The great Marcel would tie her down to his side just like his daddy. You both are so different, aren't you?"

Marcel's jaw flexed and his fists shook by his side, but he managed to rein in his anger and said to his cousin,

"I get that you're hurting inside and you're a bit tipsy, however, one more jab at me or dare to compare me with that man and I would give you the beating you desire so much right now," He warned him.

"But isn't that the truth, cousin? Arianna is a captive here no matter how you put it. She's just lucky enough to have fallen for you else it would be history repeating itself all over again. " Victor sneered

And that was it.

Marcel grabbed Victor by the collar and pulled him up to his feet fiercely,

"Now listen to me young man, you are going to get yourself sober and then you talk with Mimi and set things straight, you hear me?" He tapped him on the cheeks as if that would sober him up and when Victor didn't reply, Marcel grabbed his chin.

"Look at me, Victor, we, Luciano men never give up on what we want and you are going to do exactly that! I don't want to see your sorry ass the next I see you. I want my consigliere in action, not this pathetic ass you are right now!" Marcel pushed him away and Victor stumbled back a few times but it was obvious that the words got to him.

Marcel was about to leave when he retracted his step and turned to Victor Saying, "You should thank your God that I love you else your brain matters would have scattered across the ground by now. " He referred to Victor daring to compare him to Daniel.

Victor lowered his head in shame, he hadn't meant to say those words, but he had just been angry and the best he could do was transfer that aggression on Marcel, the closest person.

Suddenly, Marcel's phone rang and he picked it up with a snarl, "What is it now?" He was still reeling from Victor's provocation.

"Boss, you need to come to see this,"

It was Luca and Marcel's heart skipped a beat. For Luca to call him directly meant this had to do with Arianna. It was not good.

"Shit."

"What is it?"

"Go make yourself presentable first," Marcel told him and hurried off.

Luca wanted him in the living room which meant that it wasn't a threatening situation, however, the urgency in his tone suggested otherwise.

Marcel increased his pace, ignoring his men on the way offering him greetings. However, it was satisfying to know Arianna was safe else they wouldn't be this relaxed.

He nearly ran into the living room shouting,

"What is it?!" until he saw Arianna unharmed and seated on the sofa with her legs crossed over the other with a fierce look on her face that told him whatever it was, he was in deep shit.

Her friend Mimi was by her side with an offensive look that was directed at him and he frowned. Alright, what was going on? He was about to ask when he caught movements at the corner of his eyes and turned to see….

"Macy," Marcel breathed.

"Boss,"

Damn.