Taken By The Mafia Lord

"Are you asleep?" Marcel asked when the silence in the room became thick. He and Elvis were sprawled out on the bed and he had not given up on his dream of sneaking into Arianna's room. Marcel was not used to falling asleep in unfamiliar places, but Arianna's bed would be heaven.

When he didn't get a response, he reached out and waved his hand in front of Elvis' face only to hear, "Don't let me chain you to this bed."

Marcel groaned and turned on his bed, Elvis was not asleep yet. He did not see himself getting out of this room anytime soon. What did he do to deserve this kind of treatment?

Before he got into bed, he made sure to call his subordinates and informed them of the change in plan. There was no need to go to war with the Draven family anymore, but they had to keep an eye out for Richardo and his plans.

"One night away from her would not kill you," Elvis grumbled with his eyes out.

"It's not just one night, I might not get another opportunity like this. I would be busy with finding Richardo and there would be no time to see her. Surely, you know how that feels considering you're away from your family too." Marcel hoped to elicit pity from him.

"In that case, have more patience," Elvis said, dashing all of his hope. There was no changing his mind.

So Marcel remained in bed, waiting patiently for a miracle that he didn't realize when he dozed off and awoke sometime in the night with a jerk. Looking around, he realized that Elvis was fast asleep, but he waved his hand in his face for good measure and when he didn't react, realized that this was the time to move.

Getting out of the room was as easy as pie, but sneaking around the house was where his concern lay. What if someone caught him and thought he was snooping around or something? The peace treaty was fresh, he didn't want any misunderstanding to threaten it. Also, what if Arianna locked her door, then it would all be for nothing.

However, luck was on his side because he did not encounter the brothers on his way out - they must be stressed out after the long night - nor the team on patrol. Most of all, Arianna left her door open and he successfully sneaked in, silently jubilating in joy. Tonight was his lucky day!

Marcel carefully climbed into the bed, Arianna had her back turned to him and he was just about to lie down beside him when she elbowed him out of nowhere.

"Ouch !" Marcel cried out, feeling the tingling pain in his jaw.

"Marcel?" Arianna's eyes widened when she saw what she had done. What the hell? How could he sneak up on her like this?

"I could have hurt you!" She fired at him.

"You did hurt me," Marcel told her, flexing his jaw and thankful he didn't lose a tooth.

"I'm sorry…. Come, let me have a look…" Arianna carefully clasped his jaw and examined his face. Aside from the injuries from the beating, he looked alright.

However, knowing Marcel's childish nature, she drew closer and kissed the spot, asking, "Feel better now?"

There was a twinkle in Marcel's eyes when he nodded, saying, "More. I need more doses."

Arianna shook her head, amusement at the corners of her lips, yet she leaned forward and kissed his jaw.

"Again." He demanded, pointing to another spot.

"God, you're such a baby," yet she leaned to kiss him on the spot only for Marcel to turn at the last minute so their lips met.

However, Arianna was already used to his tricks, so the instant he turned, she drew back and he kissed the air.

Arianna burst into laughter, "The look on your face," She pointed at the disappointment on her face.

Marcel gave her an indifferent look until her laughter came to a halt. She asked him, "What are you doing here? I thought you should be in Elvis' room."

He answered, "I snuck out, obviously. I couldn't sleep." Marcel lied through his teeth.

"He would not be pleased with you here, Marcel," Arianna told him.

"Just five minutes," Marcel said, pushing her back to the bed and hovering over her, saying, "I want to be with the woman I love."

Arianna's heart was pounding like a galloping horse and her eyes shut instinctively when she felt Marcel about to kiss her. However, a shiver went through her when he kissed her belly instead and her eyes fluttered open.

Marcel was kneeling between her legs and rubbing her belly with an affectionate look in his eyes and all her emotions rose to the surface. Marcel loved her child, their child.

"What do you think our baby would be? I wouldn't mind a girl that looks like you, although that would be two stubborn women to handle."

Arianna smiled at the comment and said, "I would love a boy, one that looks like you. Although I would have to chase off the girls chasing after him."

"Ah, two different opinions…" He mused, "sounds fun."

"If you want, a scan could reveal the gender of the baby."

"No, don't. I think it would be fun this way, the both of us placing bets on our baby's gender." He was amused.

Marcel got off her only to pull her into his arms and cuddle her, making sure to rub her belly once in a while.

"You said five minutes." Arianna reminded him, feeling sleepy.

"Mmhmm. A few more minutes." He extended it.

"Elvis would murder you."

"I escaped a war, I think I can escape a murder." Marcel was confident

"Is that so…." Arianna's lips pulled in a smile with her eyes closed.

The last thing she felt was Marcel placing a kiss on her temple before she slept off and eventually woke up to the morning sun hours later.

The side of the bed was empty and her lips tugged to the side, he did escape a murder.