Taken By The Mafia Lord

When did he even become this close to Adele? Marcel had no idea. But then, the instant she called him on the phone and started weeping, the next thing he did was drag her ass to wherever she was. Of course, Marcel didn't come alone because Victor trailed after him, especially after seeing him run out of his office like a madman.

Marcel could not explain it, but at first, it had been simply admiration for Adele. Out of his family members, she was the only one he shared some sort of connection to. Both of them were outcasts - he was the son of the monster, Daniel who everyone dreaded while she was the bastard daughter.

Nonetheless, both of them didn't let that weakness define them and rose above the criticism to get to the point where they are today. Although Marcel still held admiration for Adele, he now felt protective towards her. Ever since he found out that he was pregnant, Marcel felt responsible towards her like some sort of godfather or something.

So when Adele kept on crying on the phone, Marcel thought that she had done something stupid like going on with the abortion even after finally supporting her decision to keep the baby. What if she got rid of the child just to keep her position at his side? That one would be on him.

So when Marcel anxiously arrived at her mother's place with the negative thought in his head, he was able to breathe when he found out that she was okay. And so was her baby.

"Where is she?" Marcel asked while coming into the house with Victor closing the door behind him.

Angelica gestured upstairs, "The room on your left. She's locked herself in there since we returned from the hospital. I think she's still traumatized by the news."

"Traumatized with the news?" Victor asked her with suspicion.

Angelica opened her mouth to narrate the news to them only to change her mind in the end. She said to them,

"I think it's better if you hear it from the horse's mouth."

Thanks to that comment, Marcel and Victor shared worried looks. From the intense energy in the air, they could tell that this was serious.

Marcel was just about to take a step forward when he stopped and faced the woman. Angelica looked at him in confusion wondering what was up now.

"Thank you for being there in this critical time," Marcel said.

"Huh? Oh." She finally understood him, "It's nothing. Adele is my daughter and it's my responsibility to…" Angelica was still talking when Marcel and Victor left her without looking back.

Angelica was left dumbfounded. She thought they were interested in what she had to say. Children nowadays…. She breathed deeply.

Marcel found the door and knocked on it twice before it was swung open by Adele, who stood before him with red, swollen eyes. Just how much she had been crying.

"Hi…" Marcel lifted his hand awkwardly in the air. This was the first time he was making such a personal visit to Adele and he didn't know how to go about it. Their relationship had always been kind of formal.

Before Marcel could say anything else, Adele threw herself into his arms, nearly bringing him down if not for his strong footing. Marcel stiffened up, his feet glued to the ground with his hands hanging awkwardly midway while Adele cried on his chest.

What was he supposed to do?

If Adele was Arianna, he would rub her back with his hand and run his hand through her hair soothingly. Well, Adele was family, but they were not that close. But then, when Adele cried harder, tightening her hands wrapped around his waist, Marcel had no choice but to comfort her.

Victor simply stood in the corner watching them with a hidden smile on his lips. The Marcel of the past wouldn't do that, no, he wouldn't even care, not to talk of coming to see her. Arianna finally made a man out of him. Perhaps, he should let go of the grudge of the past incident and finally forgive her. It was not like he could stay mad at her forever, not when Marcel was becoming adorable with the day gone by.

"What's the problem?" Marcel asked minutes later after Adele was able to pull herself together.

Adele was seated on the far end of the bed and leaning against the wall, looking fragile and vulnerable in her current look.

She said, "I went for a CT scan today with my mother."

"And?"

"I'm having more than one baby."

Victor's eyes shone with delight, "You are having twins?" Their family was not blessed with multiple births, hence he was happy to see how this one would turn out.

"No," She said, confusing Victor and Marcel.

"Huh?" Both men shared looks once more wondering what they were missing out on.

"It's quadruplets."

"What?!" They stood up abruptly and shouted at the top of their voices, their eyes widening to the size of the moon.

"What do you mean quadruplets?!" Marcel shouted.

"Whose V@gina are they going to pop out from?!" Victor was "highly" concerned.

"That's the least of our problems," Adele told them, "I'm carrying a high-risk pregnancy, the doctor said Elijah needs to know."

"Impossible!" Marcel refused right away, turning his back, "I told you never knowing about his kids would be his punishment. Elijah made that bed and would sleep on it."

He faced her, "I would take care of you, Adele. You don't need that bastard in your life, you and your child, no, children." He still found it hard to believe she had four children growing inside of her.

Not to mention that he was a tad bit jealous at the same. While Marcel just wants a kid at the moment with Arianna, someone else was having all four of them at once. It was unfair. It almost seemed like the universe was being unfair to him on purpose. Perhaps, this was the punishment for his sins.