Taken By The Mafia Lord

The road was so quiet and awkward that Victor felt uncomfortable. This was the first time Marcel was so emotionally detached from him that he didn't know what to do. Usually, when they were kids and his father gave him a hard time, they would talk it out and have some fun or something and everything would be as good as new. Marcel was so used to Daniel's abuse that it didn't bother him anymore. But this one?

It was totally new.

The first woman he ever loved.

And his first real heartbreak - from a relationship. Marcel has had a lot of heartbreak throughout his entire life.

Victor looked at him, Marcel was propped up on his arm and seemed to have a lot on his mind.

"What are you thinking?" Victor asked him out of sheer curiosity. He means, it was killing him not to know what was on his mind and the both of them used to share a lot of things.

"A way to make you mind your business?" Marcel sassed, looking out the side of the mood now that Victor has disrupted his little peace.

"You know I can't do that, I'm your consigliere, Cugino and it's my business to know your mind."

"Knock yourself out," Marcel muttered and the next thing that followed was absolute silence.

Oh, Victor could see what he was doing, Marcel was shutting him out. Not only him, but everyone close to him. But then, he was not going to let that happen, not while he was alive. His bastard cousin doesn't know it but he's a leech and he wasn't going to let go at all. Not now, not tomorrow.

"If you were going to keep up with this attitude, then you shouldn't have brought Chloe home at all."

And at the mention of Chloe, Marcel turned to him finally. Ahh, gotcha!

"At least the girl has a better living experience with the Spencers than staying with a confused older brother who's currently going through a heartbreak and thinks that making everyone as miserable as he was is the way to go. It's not enough that she can't live like every normal teenager out there, you isolate her as well."

Victor spat ferociously. Every word he spelled out was meant to strike a chord inside of him and worked because Marcel opened his mouth to say,

"I just need -"

"Space?" Victor lifted a brow, "Well, suck it up because space is the one thing that you can't get at the moment. We got a mess to clean up and you really didn't have to break up with her."

Marcel sighed, "Can we not talk about her?"

"Arianna fucked up, yes, but I swear to God, you need her now more than ever."

"Yep, yep invite her back into my life so my father can use her to get to her mother, and then If things go well between them, they can get married and we become siblings and live happily ever after. Good work, Victor. You are a really good advisor," There was thick sarcasm in his tone.

"Not if the both of you get married first,"

"Jesus Christ, Victor, stop planting stupid ideas in my head." Marcel groaned, rubbing his palm down his face.

Victor shrugged with a grin, "It's merely a suggestion. If you're so scared of your father reuniting with his old flame, you tie the knot first and beat him at his game. I mean even as crazy as your father is, he wouldn't dare to mess up the family tree with you married to Arianna. In one word, it's as good as you killing two birds with one stone. You stopped Daniel from being together with his old flame and at the same time, marrying the love of your life. " He was so brilliant, Victor was full of himself.

"And you suggest all of this assuming that I have forgiven her for what she did? I haven't done that, Victor and this is really the end for the both of us. I'm not going back on my -"

"Ugh," Victor snorted, interrupting him on purpose. "Oh please, spare me the long speech." He rolled his eyes towards heaven while Marcel's brows were drawn together, perplexed.

"Even when the both of you were together and she was nothing but a means to capture Elijah, you stubbornly went after her amid my warning. What makes you think that you can let her go of her now that you're so addicted to her?"

"I'm not addicted to her!" Marcel warned her. He made it sound as if Arianna was a drug and he was a crackhead. Well, he did love her… alright, he was not going there.

"Ahh, denial stage, I see," Victor said, "Well, since you want nothing to do with her, I guess this is Elijah's time to shine."

Marcel's jaw ticked the instant he heard that and he said, "What do you mean by that?"

Victor pulsed his lips, "If Elijah says he's taking Arianna to her mother, that means he's pretty close to her mother and must be making a good impression on dear mother-in-law. No, wait, if Arianna is devastated by the breakup, then she must be crying by now, and guess who would be there to comfort her?"

Marcel didn't need to guess, he could see the picture clearly and as if that wasn't enough, Victor continued with his vivid imagination.

"It would be like in those romantic movies, at first he innocently hugs her as she cries on his shoulder, and comforts her. And then she pulls away, clearing the tears from her face only for their eyes to meet and the attraction between them flares up once again. And then they begin to lean in, closer and closer and closer until their lips - "

"Enough!" Marcel hollered and the car went entirely silent. However, there was a knowing smirk at the corner of Victor's lips while Marcel glared at him, his eyes red with emotions with his fist clenched hard.

Marcel was alive with anger at the thought of Elijah kissing Arianna in his absence. He would kill that fucking bastard.