Taken By The Mafia Lord

544 Marcel Junior

“What do you think we should name him?” Arianna asked Marcel who was scowling at the rabbit in her arms for some strange reason. She was absent-mindedly stroking through the animal’s fluffy coat.

“How do you even know it’s even a he?” Marcel asked, hands on his hips. It had taken him enough courage to walk Arianna back to their room after their men saw her get the best of him. And now, his men would think that he was a henpecked husband. Well, he liked the sound of “husband”, just not “henpecked” part.

God, what would his father think of him if he saw him in this condition?

Weak! pathetic! Pussywhipped! The words would be endless, with one or two beatings to reset his brain. Nope, thank you, he was happy the way he was. The first time Marcel actually felt like he was alive after his mother died and he was going to ruin it just because of what his men thought of him. He was good the way he was. He would rather be a fool for Arianna.

“Look at this,” Arianna told him, turning the rabbit around so he could see beneath the animal’s belly. She began to demonstrate to him,

“In female rabbits, there is a v-shaped or mountaintop appearance. From the side, it can look like a pyramid and it will be sticking up or out somewhat. However, male rabbits are recognizable by two oblong testicles, which appear above their genitalia. She added, “And thankfully, it seems you had it neutered, so we don’t have to worry about rabbit rearing after all, because they give birth in litter.”

Whatever Arianna said, Marcel had no idea, it simply flowed from one part of his ear to the other because he was more absorbed in watching her talk. Does Arianna even realize the shine in her eyes whenever she talks about something interesting? She was beautiful.

“Sometimes I forget just how bright your future was until I kidnapped you here,” Marcel muttered unknowingly and Arianna stiffened.

For over a minute, there was nothing but tense silence between the both of them until Arianna gave him her bitch resting face.

.....

“Really? Are we going to talk about this again? ” She thought they talked about this already.

“Isn’t that the truth though?” Marcel said, coming to sit at the edge of the Bed, “With the amount of knowledge in that head of yours, you should be in Harvard or something, doing whatever geeks do to graduate summa cum laude and then have a great career and get married to a wonderful husband that doesn’t deal with illegal shit and endangers your life constantly. ” The guilt was eating Marcel up whenever he thought how better her life would have been if Arianna hadn’t met her.

“Are you breaking up with me?” Arianna asked him out of nowhere.

“Of course not! Never!” Marcel’s eyes flared at the idea of it. Arianna was going nowhere, it was the both of them for the rest of time.

She crawled over to him on all fours on the bed and upon getting to him, pressed her fingers against his lips, saying firmly,” Then you shut your mouth and never speak of this again,”

Arianna tilted her head to the side, scrutinizing him as she said, “Do you think I would even be alive if you haven’t taken me? My uncle sold me to Big Joe. He wrote me off, Marcel, and then you saved me! You actually gave me a new life,” She told him until every doubt he had in those beautiful gray eyes vanished away.

“If Big Joe had gotten to me, I’ll miss these beautiful muscles,” Arianna purred seductively, lifting his shirt a little to slip her hand inside and trace the hard ridges of his stomach and she felt his stomach flex.

“You’re playing with fire, Arianna,” Marcel warned her, yet his lips were already on her shoulder, peppering her skin with kisses and Arianna turned her head to give him better access.

He groaned in pleasure as Arianna caressed his chest with both of her hands and he could feel himself growing hard. Just one touch from Arianna and he was turned on, that was just how much power she had over him.

Deciding to return the favor, Marcel was just about to slip his hand beneath her shirt when he mistakenly touched something between them that startled him and as a reflex action, he picked it up and tossed it away. Unfortunately, that turned out to be the rabbit.

“Marcel Junior!” Arianna shrieked, pushing Marcel away to rescue the poor animal.

“What the hell, Marcel?!” She whirled around on him, protectively hugging the rabbit to her chest.

“The mother fucker scared me! I thought I was touching you, not a creepy rabbit!” Marcel said in his defense. He wanted his girlfriend, not a fucking rabbit. Another reason, he had to get rid of that rabbit, it was already causing him trouble. Antagonizing him.

“Language, Marcel, ”

“And why would you even name it Marcel Junior, that title is reserved for my kid, not some rabbit!” He argued animatedly.

Arianna sighed, “If you can’t take care of a rabbit, what more a kid? You can think of him as a warm-up to fatherhood, or trial run or whatever,”

Marcel gave her a deadpan look. It was not funny.

Arianna looked away, feeling a bit guilty, had she taken it too far? However, she wasn’t going to admit it. The rabbit makes for good practice for fatherhood, in her defense.

“Now that I think about it, what did you even do with the other rabbits?” She was curious about it. If he couldn’t take care of one rabbit, what about thirty others?

“Donated it to charity,” Marcel said without blinking.

“That’s actually good, you surprise me sometimes, Marcel. ” Arianna praised him.

Yeah, charity breakfast for Samson, not that Arianna needed to know. Samson was eco-friendly and good at getting rid of them. And he shamelessly accepted the praise.

Perhaps, as an apology for sending the rabbits to an early grave, he would accept the rabbit being called.... called... whatever! Whatever she wanted to name him.

“Have a rest, love, I got things to do,” Marcel quickly stole a kiss, eyeing Marcel junior one more time before taking his leave, or else Arianna starts probing into the charity stuff because they were all in Samson’s belly by now.