Taken By The Mafia Lord

A sexually gratified couple was a happy couple. That could be said for Marcel and Arianna as they finally left the confines of their bathroom and bedroom to associate with the living. But then, thanks to their hanky-panky, Arianna forgot to release a piece of very important news to Marcel and one should have seen the murderous look on Marcel's face when he came downstairs to find Akim dining with his family.

"You!" His features distorted and Akim who had once been enjoying his conversation with Winters over breakfast stood up abruptly, his seat producing a squeaky sound. He looked like a rat who had been frightened into a corner by a bigger predator and fiddled with his hands nervously, sweat coating his face.

"What are you doing here?!" Marcel said in between a hiss, striding in his direction but Arianna got in his way.

"Babe," She clasped his face, hoping to calm him down.

"Do not 'baby' me right now," Marcel didn't want to listen to Arianna knowing only she could talk him out of it. He already made it clear to that boy that he didn't approve of him. He was a prince and Winters was a hacker. The both of them were two worlds apart and he would only hurt Winters.

But Arianna persisted, clasping his cheek with both of her palms and fixing his gaze on her, and said, "Everything's my fault, I was so distracted taking care of you that I forgot to tell you that he slept over last night."

"Eeh?" His brows drew together, "He did what?"

That was when it dawned on Arianna that she just said the wrong thing. Instead of extinguishing the flames, she added fuel to the burning flames. Uh no.

"That bastard!"

Akim swallowed when Marcel pinned him with a look and his feet got moving as soon as Marcel slipped from Arianna's grip and came after him.

"You dare to sleep over at my place….with Winters?" Marcel lunged at him but Akim narrowly escaped and now they were playing a game of chase around the dining table.

"Fuck it! It's not what you're thinking, Marcel!" Winters defended him. She too was on her feet and stood protectively in front of Akim. If Marcel wanted to get Akim, he would have to go through her first.

"Tell me what I'm thinking?" Marcel sneered.

"Exactly? The both of them slept in different rooms. Nothing happened, Marcel. They didn't violate your home and you're really in no condition to be running around." Arianna reminded him of his injury.

"It's the truth, brother." Chloe supported, but unlike the others running around the table, she was more engaged with her delicious pancakes.

"All of you are in cahoots," It dawned on Marcel and the fight left his body. Everyone had kept him in the dark, although he faintly remembered telling Winter to do whatever she wanted last night. Wonderful, he brought this upon himself.

Closing his eyes, Marcel let out a deep down and when he opened them, it was to command him, "Sit down,"

"Huh?" Akim wondered if he was speaking to him

"Finish your breakfast." He shouldn't be stingy about that at least, Marcel thought as he took his seat in the dining. However, his eyes flashed when he saw the boy still standing.

"Do I need to spell it out for you now?"

"O-of course not," Akim stammered, forcing his ass back down and it wasn't until Winters was sure that he had no ulterior motives did she reluctantly sit with him.

This family was definitely weird, one moment Marcel wanted to end his life, and the next, they were having breakfast like one happy family. Goosebumps filled his arm. Sadly, that was not the end because when Akim glanced down at the table, he discovered that he was in a new position and his food was beside Marcel.

His morning keeps getting better.

Akim swallowed, not knowing what to do. Should he return to his seat and directly face the devil or should he fast while the others ate? He wasn't really sure Marcel would appreciate the latter. Thankfully, Chloe, bless her, reached out and took his plate and utensils, passing them over to him.

He gave her a grateful smile but when Marcel caught him beaming at his sister, the expression faded away and Akim faced his front. Why were there death traps everywhere in this family? It was as if he had to watch his feet before taking a step else he was toast. Does he have to be cautious of the water as well?

With Marcel and Arianna joining them, Beatrice had to come to serve them and it became the most awkward breakfast they ever had.

"So you slept the night over at my place?" Marcel raised the issue out of nowhere and Akim nearly choked on his food. It was hard enough he was having problems swallowing down, now they had to continue the conversation from where they stopped.

Before Akim had the chance to say something, Winters answered in his place, "Niklaus wants to send him back to Lincolnshire, however, he barely escaped on time to inform you that I was kidnapped. Ever since then, he has been hiding from his family and doesn't have a place to stay. Your place is kind of the only place he's safe at the moment. "

"I didn't ask you, but him," Marcel told her, pointing his fork at Akim. He looked him in the eyes saying, "It's only a matter of time before Niklaus discovers you're here and demands your return. It's quite sad that I don't involve myself in other people's business." He hinted at the fact he would send him packing if Niklaus comes knocking on his door.

"Marcel…." Arianna tried to interfere but he put up his hand and she knew it was her cue not to interfere. This conversation was between the both of them - he and Akim.

Marcel asked him, "What's your plan, Akim? How do you intend to fight for your love?"