Taken By The Mafia Lord

There was nothing but silence between Arianna and Marcel after he had finished explaining Victor's condition. Although Arianna continuously massaged his scalp, Marcel could tell from the furrow on her face that she was worried.

"You have nothing to worry about," He assured her.

Arianna sighed, "Hypomania is still a mental and behavioral disorder." She pointed out

"It is still a less severe form of mania -"

"But it can easily escalate to mania," Arianna sighed. She added, "Mimi is carrying his child and I'm hundred percent sure that she doesn't know about this. Would she even be able to handle it?" She was concerned for his safety.

"As I told you, Arianna, Victor manages it well and it hardly has a significant impact on his day-to-day life patterns. The longest his symptoms lasted is two days and it is very mild nor does he use recreational drugs. If anything, he has mostly increased sexual energy and sex has always done the magic for him."

"So my friend is merely a sex machine?" She scoffed," I'm surprised he doesn't have a trail of Baby Mamas already," Her tone became serious, "Trust me when I tell you that Mimi is not exactly up for sharing. The moment Victor cheats on Mimi, even I can't tell what would happen, so Victor better sort himself before this ends badly."

"Victor loves Mimi," Marcel told her, "Even you know that. He's about to become a father, that's the happiest I've ever seen my cousin be and I can promise you that Victor would rather die than let that happen."

"I know that Marcel, but mistakes still happen. What Victor needs is treatment, hypomania is not just something one waves away as nothing. Aside from the clown thing, we don't even know his other triggers. Look what happened yesterday," She said.

"Fine, I'll talk to him about it," Marcel ended the conversation and turned back to stare at the sky.

Arianna wiped her face with her palm, facing skywards as well. They had come here to relax and have a good time, not argue about this. She turned to stare at Marcel and his expression was tight, the atmosphere taut. She hated this.

It was natural for him to defend his cousin, Victor considering how close the both of them were, however, she was concerned about her friend, Mimi, too. He had to get treated and save her friend from the stress of his dramatic mood swings. Until then, Mimi was not safe.

Hypomania could easily switch to serious depression. And you can't tell which one might happen, because the pattern isn't predictable. Mimi had to know what she was dealing with. Not to mention that it was hereditary.

Unable to bear the silence anymore, Arianna rolled over to Marcel's side. Without thinking, she leaned over his body to Marcel's surprise, and lowered her head, kissing him.

Eyes wide, Marcel slowly closed them as he surrendered to the kiss. Her hair formed a curtain around their face and he clasped her face, dominating the kiss. Her lips were soft and heated upon his and they moved in sync like two perfect souls meant for each other.

A moan left her lips as he devoured her mouth, kissing her hungrily. His other hand traveled down to cup her bottom, pressing her against him as his tongue slipped into her mouth. They played a game of chase with their tongue and he squeezed her butt cheek, another moan leaving her mouth.

The both of them lost all sense of time and space as they made out passionately. The feverish urgency between them built up to the point that Marcel was grinding her against his body. He kissed her harder and deeper as the pleasure slowly reached the crescendo and they were about to -

"Hey!"

Arianna and Marcel broke apart at once, startled. They then turned at the angry face of a woman who had three kids with her - one on a walker, the other around the age of five and the last one looked eight.

"Don't you see kids around!" The woman admonished them.

That was when Marcel and Arianna looked at their surroundings and found out that they were still in a public park. They got carried away in the moment.

"We are so sorry -" Marcel was still saying when the woman shouted,

"Next time, just go get a room, you horny rabbits!"

"Okay…." Arianna wondered how to go about it when the woman's five-year-old son shouted,

"Horny rabbit!" He turned to his mother, asking innocently, "Mom, what is a horny rabbit?"

The look on the woman's face was priceless and it took Arianna everything not to burst into laughter. It was so hilarious. The woman went red in the face and she fidgeted nervously as she wondered how to answer her curious child.

"It's nothing, baby. It's just rabbits," She tried explaining to him.

"But you called them horny rabbits," He argued.

Frustrated now, the woman grabbed his arms and pulled him along, "Come on, let's go!"

Although the woman went along with her kids, she turned once more to glare at Arianna and Marcel.

Unfortunately, her eight-year-old son shouted after them, "That was so hot!" He gave them a thumbs up.

This time the woman looked like she would explode.

"Christian!" She screamed at her son, before dragging all of them and stomping away angrily.

Arianna and Marcel burst into laughter instantly. They laughed so hard that their stomach hurt and they just laid in each other's arms. It was the first time the both of them felt such genuine happiness in each other's presence.

"So I was thinking," Arianna cuddled up to him.

"Thinking about what?" Marcel embraced her tightly, a smile on his face. Damn whoever was staring at them. He didn't care.

"What do you think should be our couple's name?"

"Couple's name?"

"Yeah? I'm thinking of Marrianna? Marcelanna? Mianna? Manna" She chuckled and went on, "Amarcel? Aricel? Arel? Arial? Ariane?"

Dear God, Marcel groaned, have mercy on him.