Taken By The Mafia Lord

Victor felt Marcel stiffen beneath him when he said that and he braced himself for the explosion that was undoubtedly coming his way. And just as he expected, Marcel sat up at once and faced him.

His mouth opened and yet no words came out as if he was struggling to say the word. Nonetheless, Victor shut his eyes and waited patiently for his cousin to snap at him only to hear minutes later,

"Okay"

Huh?

Victor opened an eye first just to be sure that he heard right before the other one popped open and he stared at Marcel with wide eyes. What has possessed his cousin? Was this Marcel he knew or was another soul occupying his body? It sounded too good to be true.

"Are you sure?" He wanted to know if Marcel was serious about meeting his ex-girlfriend.

"It's high time that we met already and I can't keep running away from her forever. It makes it seem as if I'm the one most affected by the breakup when I was the one who broke up with her," He wasn't a coward either.

"Well, if you say so."

Marcel scrutinized him, "What's the plan though because I won't be the fool who risks his neck for his ex-girlfriend. If we are going to talk, Arianna would be the one making the sacrifices."

"Of course, she would," Victor was in support of his decision. Sure, he liked Arianna but that was until she hurt Marcel and that was a crime he doesn't forgive easily. The only reason he was involved in this plan was to keep Mimi from taking the lead and putting herself at risk again. She never listens, so he'd do the job instead.

He went on to say, "Mimi and Arianna are in communication, and from what she gathered, Eric and Natalie are getting married tomorrow."

"What?!" Marcel shouted, shocked by the news. He knew that Arianna's mother and Eric were together, but the thought of them getting married just didn't cross his mind until now.

"Does Daniel know about this?" Was the first question that came to Marcel's mind. Not that his father would go say his piece on their wedding day, he definitely wished not.

"I have no idea, but from what Mimi said, the wedding was a late-minute adjustment after the provocation from your father. So I don't believe he has an idea of it already,"

"Good. We'd keep it that way," Marcel had a smirk at the corner of his lips. "We must do everything possible to make Daniel attend the meeting tomorrow while the love birds get married," He decided.

It was so relieving to know that his bastard father wasn't going to marry Natalie and Arianna ends up as his step-sister. That would be a nightmare. A nightmare that he would never recover from.

"You know when you smirk like that, there's literally no difference between you and Daniel, and you look so evil," Victor shuddered, "Gene is so creepy."

At once, Marcel tightened his expression, he didn't even realize that he had been smirking all this while. He cleared his throat, saying,

"What happens next? I don't remember getting an invitation to the wedding though."

"You wouldn't be coming to the wedding. Arianna thinks that Eric and Natalie would be leaving that evening for a short honeymoon considering the recent tension between both of our families. She believes that she can convince Elijah to let her out."

"Elijah again?" Marcel muttered.

"At least he's helping this time," Victor shrugged.

"Yeah, to clean up the mess he made in the first place," He sassed.

"I don't like this either, Marcel, but we do not exactly have a choice and are making do with what we have. That is if you still want to meet Arianna."

"I'll meet her, but make sure that bastard Elijah doesn't tag along else fuck Eric and his treaty, I'll end his pathetic life myself." Marcel was not joking because his tone held a hint of threat. It would take a long time, if not forever, for him to forgive that bastard for impregnating Adele.

Although Eric marrying Natalie technically makes Arianna and Elijah a family, Marcel still felt jealous. He simply didn't want that bastard around his woman. Wait a minute, hadn't he broken up with her? She was no longer his woman! Nonetheless, Marcel couldn't shake the jealous feeling off.

"I'll relate the news to them then," Victor said.

"Good." Marcel stood up to his feet, wiping away invisible specks of dust from his clothes. "I guess we'd call it a night. See you tomorrow, Victor. "

"Goodnight Marcel." He waved back before his eye settled on the ice pack lying on the couch. He picked it up, "You forgot your -" But Marcel was gone and he let him be.

Back to his place, Marcel found the aspirin in his medicine cabinet and popped three tablets into his mouth and was still drinking from the water bottle while walking when he bumped into something or rather someone thanks to the roar.

It was Samson and Marcel ran into him in the doorway. It turns out that Marcel wasn't the only one used to Arianna's presence because the lion still guarded his place thinking that Arianna was still around.

Who was he kidding? Marcel knew that the lion was simply yearning for Arianna's presence. Every night Samson laid down here hoping that she would pop in and pet him like she used to. The animal would stay till the day broke only to leave in disappointment.

Marcel felt pity for the poor creature and leaned down to scratch his side. Samson shut his eyes, enjoying the treatment and purring in satisfaction.

"I'm sorry, buddy, but it's the both of us now," Marcel sighed, running his hand through his thick mane.

As if he understood his words, Samson moaned and it sounded so sad that it touched Marcel's heart.

"I'm sorry. Although I thought you would be happy with the way it turned out. You were always jealous of the attention I showed her."

Samson roared at Marcel in response, nudging his side with his face.

"Oh, you fell for her too. That makes us two fools then," Marcel smiled wryly.

That was what he was, a fool for love.

But as nonchalant as Marcel seemed, the truth was that he couldn't wait to see Arianna tomorrow.