795 Get Away From Winters
âBoss,â
Marcel tore his eyelids open and set his gaze on the person who woke him up and was not exactly pleased. He recognized him, it was one of his men, but Marcel didnât appreciate the fact he just disrupted his beauty sleep.
He had worked all night and returned to the base early morning. Thanks to his spending time with Arianna lately, he had neglected much of his duties and had to take care of them before they became a problem. Victor has been doing a good job of covering up for him, but it was only a matter of time before negligence like this starts to get noticed and poses a problem.
He was the boss and has to make appearances to solidify his position. People would often assume that his position was easy and begin to get ideas when they see him slacking off â and believe he wasnât worthy of that position. Marcel had to tighten his control and stomp out every fire before it gets out of control.
Hence, it was a long and tough night â fighting and torturing â and he needed to rest. However, it was obvious fate had other plans for him.
âWhat is it?â He asked, his voice etched with tiredness and a bit of annoyance.
âThere is this person that wants to see you?â
Marcel breathed, âDoes he have an appointment?â
âNo.â
.....
âIs he someone important?â
âNo, itâs a young man, boss.â
âIâm not in the mood to entertain kids, and you can tell him this is not a playground,â Marcel dismissed him, closing his eyes to continue his sleep from where he stopped.
âHe says he has something urgent to tell you and that youâd recognize him by his name.â
Marcel groaned, wiping his palm down his face and erasing every trace of sleep from his face.
He asked, âWhatâs his name?â
âAkim. He claims heâs a prince and that he needs your help.â
Hearing those words made Marcelâs brows furrow at one. Nothing good could ever come out of anyone asking for his help. It was always a favor that required him to do something dangerous. Moreover, why didnât the brat go to his pompous uncle, Niklaus Spencer? Either this was some sort of sick joke and a trap or something was seriously up.
âFine. Let him in then, Iâll meet him downstairs.â
Marcel had no choice but to stand up to his feet and go into the bathroom where he brushed and washed up as quickly as he could before going down quietly, hands in his pocket.
He didnât make his presence known and spotted Akim before he could see him, taking the time to study him. His appearance looked rugged as if he was involved in a scuffle before coming here. His hair was ruffled and he kept tapping his feet impatiently against the floor as if he couldnât wait to see him?
As if the Akim sensed his gaze on him, he turned and their eyes connected. Marcel frowned when he saw his red, swollen eyes as if he had been crying all night and that made him nervous for strange reasons. The last time he saw him, the boy took off with Winters.
Wintersâ¦.
Marcel felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach when he thought of her. He was a quick study and over the years, he has learned how to read the atmosphere in a room. And right now, his instincts were loud and clear, something happened. Not to mention, the boy didnât exactly know how to hide the emotions on his face and the grief was raw.
No way.
Akim didnât wait for Marcel to come to him. He already began to walk over to Marcel with tears streaming down his face while the mob bossâ feet stood rooted to the ground.
âMarcelâ¦â Akim cried out when he got close enough to him, but Marcel wasnât there to comfort him because he grabbed him by the shirt and hitched him up, growling in his face.
âWhere is she?!â
âI-I donât knowâ¦â Akim answered and Marcelâs stomach churned.
âWhat do you mean you donât know?! The both of you left together!â He was barely holding off his rage.
âWe were until they took her,â
âWho are they?!â Marcelâs grip tightened around his neck he was beginning to suffocate him.
âI donât know! Thatâs why I had to come to you,â Akim explained to him, âWe were returning home when they came out of nowhere with their identities hidden and abducted her. I had to return and told my uncle to find her. But Niklaus doesnât care, he thinks itâs one of the people she offended that took her to have their revenge and that she deserves it. He was only concerned about my safety and wanted to send me back to Lincolnshire, but I managed to escape by sheer luck and came to inform you. Winters spoke so highly of you⦠please.. f-find⦠â
Marcel found out that he was beginning to go red in the face from the lack of air and let go, pushing him away roughly. He should have protected her! He shouldnât have taken her away from his sight if he knew that he was going to lose her like that.
Akim collapsed to the ground trying to catch his breath while Marcel paced up and down the space.
âGod damn it!â He cursed, running his hand through his hair. He began to think hard, was it really the people she offended that took her?
No, it didnât make sense.
Marcel knew Winters and she was a genius and wouldnât do such a sloppy job. Moreover, she was under his protection, no one would dare to touch a hair on her hand without fearing his retaliation unlessâ¦
It dawned on him.
[ I should be the one telling you not to come begging at my feet later for help.]
The target was not Arianna, but Winters.
That was the reason for Macyâs confidence. That had her already.
âFuck!â
Marcel picked up his phone at once and called Victor.
âI donât care how you do it but I want every single detail about Richardo from Macy right now!â Without waiting for a response, Marcel hung up on him. He had to get moving.
However, his cold gaze fell on Akim
âAnd as for you,â He told him, âYour uncle, Niklaus is right. Donât you dare involve yourself in this matter. You just return to your kingdom and be the cute, little prince you were meant to be. If I get you around Winters ever again, Iâll kill you myself.â Marcel threatened him.
And he meant it.