Taken By The Mafia Lord

351 Winter’s Arrival

Even after hours had gone, Marcel’s mood still had not improved and so to prevent transferring his aggression to the others, he buried himself in paperwork in the office. Choosing to use accounting to distract himself.

He was not a man who let his emotion run amok but he has become loose with most of his principles ever since Arianna arrived here. Maybe it was not entirely a bad thing to back down a little. He could use this break to rethink and remold himself as the person he once was – someone who wasn’t weakened by one woman.

No wonder his father never wanted him to feel this way. Marcel was not sympathetic to his father, Daniel’s actions, but he could see a little reason there. Love made them weak, and a quick example was him making dumb decisions like falling for the girlfriend of his nemesis, Elijah. Yep, his father would be super proud of that – note the sarcasm.

But then, whenever Marcel remembered his mother’s suffering, he kicked harder against his father’s idea. He liked Arianna, someone who didn’t like him back – so she claims. But then, Marcel knew he would do stupid things if she asked for it, as far as she stayed by his side. Just like him, that must have been how pathetic his mother felt.

So no, Marcel would rather be the one suffering from the unrequited love than the woman he was to spend the rest of his life with. He’s seen everything firsthand with his mother, so he could think of it as some sort of experience and it wouldn’t be that hard later in the future if that were to happen to him. That was just who he was.

With a sigh, Marcel went back to work. He had to forget the negative things that happened so far and move on. But then he didn’t move on fast enough because his cousin danced into his office.

“What a happy da........... ehhhhh?” The once happy tune became discordant as Victor recognized the look on his cousin’s face and he groaned.

“Oh no, no, no, you don’t get to give me that face on a bright and perfect day like this one. Ugh, come on, Marcel!” He threw his hands in the air and walked over to his desk.

Leaning over the desk, Victor propped his chin on it and looked Marcel in the face asking, “Tell me you didn’t fight with your girlfriend again?”

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“She’s not my girlfriend,” Marcel grumbled without taking his eyes off the paper he was holding.

“And you two did fight,” Victor confirmed. No, it wasn’t even hard to find out. Ever since the day Arianna stepped foot here, Victor has lost count of the number of times Marcel’s mood plunged for the worse. Marcel would soon become the Hulk at this rate.

“The both of you should just fuck and let go of the tension....” Victor trailed off when he felt Marcel’s murderous gaze.

He cleared his throat awkwardly and moved back to a safe distance, before murmuring, “See? I’m always at the receiving end of it whenever you both have a fight. This is so unfair. ”

But Marcel was not moved by his drama and said to him coldly, “If you’re here to spit out nonsense, you might as well leave this office and go make yourself useful somewhere else.”

He added almost immediately, “Also, I think I heard that our main base requires extra assistance -”

“Fine, I’ll shut up,” Victor gave up immediately while Marcel looked satisfied.

“So chilly,” Victor muttered under his breath, exaggeratedly rubbing his hands down his arm. The blood that ran through his vein can’t be the same as Marcel’s, right. How could he be so cold-blooded?

Their main base of operation was on a secluded island and was extremely hard to infiltrate even by the FBI. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as fun as here and Victor dreaded going back there. So Marcel threatening to send him back there was really low of him. So heartbreaking. Doesn’t he love him anymore?

Almost immediately, the door to his office was kicked open and a young lady with dark glasses came in before stopping to look around her surroundings.

Marcel looked up to see who had barged into his office rudely only for recognition to set in. He narrowed his gaze at her, “Winters?

“Since you’re having a hard time recognizing me, I can safely say that I got prettier,” She said proudly, taking off her glasses.

Marcel looked at Victor for an explanation, why didn’t he tell him that she arrived already? He would have given her a grander welcome.

“Well, that was what I was about to tell you until you threatened to ship me off to -” Victor was still saying when Marcel bypassed him and went to welcome his honorable guest.

“And of course, he treats me like air again,” Victor sighed dramatically, rubbing his chest. It hurts.

“You little trickster,” Marcel pulled the young girl into a hug, squeezing the life out of her.

“Alright, ouch, let me breathe, buddy,” She complained, trying to slip out of his grip all to no avail.

Marcel didn’t let her go until he had enough and finally pulled away, ruffling her hair afterward and she groaned in annoyance.

“I’m not a kid anymore,” She complained, trying to smooth her hair.

“You’re nineteen, you’re still a kid to me,” Marcel said.

Winters gasped, “You keep a record of me, that is so creepy,” She teased him.

“Not as creepy as you spying on people behind the screens,” Marcel pointed out.

“At least, I don’t spy on them in the bathroom,” She argued but Marcel didn’t believe her.

“I truly don’t,” She breathed, “Except that one time where one of them turned out to be my crush. It was a mistake though, I’m not a pervert” Winters tried to defend herself.

“You need parental guidance, kiddo,”

“Are you volunteering to be one? Eww, no, thank you. Hello Victor, my favorite,” She quickly changed the conversation.

Victor waved back at her, “Hi Winters,” And then looked at Marcel with a mean face, “At least, I’m someone’s favorite,”

But Marcel was in no mood to quibble with his cousin. So throwing his arms around Winter’s shoulder, he said, “This is your first time here, come, let me show you the base.”