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Chapter 20

Marcel's POV

The cries of our son woke us up.

"Get some rest, I'll go," he whispered to Nyasha as she let out a sigh of thanks as she closed her eyes.

Grabbing a bottle he warmed it up as he gently spoke the little Mario thus stopping him from fussing. Feeding him, changing his diaper he put him in his bed before heading back to bed.

Waking up he felt at peace as he watched her sleep.

"My name is Nyasha Martins. I killed my father after he sold me to my uncle for a bottle of bear. Got thrown out of my home, our home by people I thought were family. My brother killed my uncle the day he raped me. Papa saved us and took us in, giving us an education as we became the children he never had. My brother and I excelled in everything we did, such that the connections papa had became wider enabling us to become stronger than any other mafia family," she said as he intently stared at her as she opened her eyes.

Looking at her he realized just exactly who she was. A simple name that wielded so much power in their world.

"Martins," he said as she waited for him to say more, but he didn't.

"I married an alpha of all mafias," he smirked making her smile shyly.

"I am no alpha, papa and Neil are. I am just...me," she said.

"Well I love you just the way you are."

"No more games or secrets," she said resting her hand on his cheek.

"No more," he said placing a kiss on her forehead.

"We have a little problem," she murmured as she lay on his chest.

"I know, I have men looking into it," he said as she sat up.

"The boys you sent to the shipping yard are already dead," she said looking angry which baffled him since only 30 minutes had passed since he had given them the go ahead. "Whoever is doing this carefully planned out everything but they made one mistake," she said with a smile.

"What mistake is that?"

"They kept the delivery boy alive," she said as he looked confused.

"My men questioned him."

"Yes your men did. But my team didn't," she smiled as he wondered exactly what she meant.

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"Please brother take care of him, I need to clear this little mess," she said handing over Mario to Neil. "One week is all I need."

"I will protect him with my own life sister. Do not worry about him one bit. Go and show them that no one touches the head of a cobra," he said in a hard tone as she smiled at him giving him a slight nod.

"Come let us leave," he said gently taking her hand.

As soon as she boarded his plane she was greeted by warm smiles. Everyone seemed to be relieved to see her.

"What did you do?" She inquired casually as she took her seat.

"Nothing," he said confused as drinks were brought in for them.

She remained silent afterwards. But theirs was a comfortable silence as he kept her hand in his whilst he worked sorting through some emails.

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Arriving at his office everyone kept starring at her, some showing relief others looking like they would die on the spot after seeing him.

"What exactly did you do?"

"Well the thing is. Whilst you were away things might have gotten a little intense in my life."

"What he is trying to say is that he was biting off heads and everyone was scared beyond measure," Alex said walking into the office.

"Is that right sweetheart?" She enquired as Marcel looked like he had been caught stealing sugar from the jar.

"Well, I...You weren't there," he said looking away from her.

She gently turned his head before whispering into his ear, "I'm sorry, that will never happen again," leaving him speechless. "I best be leaving. Have a party to attend this evening," she said with a playful smirk.

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"So you survived?" Alex said with a wide smile.

"I did indeed," Marcel smiled.

"Just don't mess this up ever again."

"I don't ever plan on doing that. With the resources she has, she will definitely disappear from the face of this earth," he said in a serious tone.

"So finally the big bad wolf has been turned into a big softie. I'm proud of you man."

"The wolf is still there. Just don't bait him," he smiled as he turned back to work.

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"Baby come on, we are going to be...."

His words died on his lips as she carefully descended the stairs. A long red backless gown that had a slit showing off a little leg action.

"Late?" She smiled finishing off his sentence.

"You look...wow," he gulped. "I can't even think of a proper word to befit your beauty," he said reaching for her hand helping her down the last few steps.

"You looking very handsome," she said grabbing his tie undoing it.

"If you want us to play love, you don't..." He shut up once she pulled out a red bow tie.

Crouching down a little lower for her, he let her tie the bow tie around his neck.

"Now we can leave," she smiled as he kissed her lips which soon turned into a make out session.

Coming up for air he leaned his head against her forehead looking into her eyes as his hands made their way up her dress he pulled her closer.

"I think you need to relax pretty fast unless you want everyone to know where your mind is," she said with a smile.

"What if we actually do what's on my mind?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Maybe later depending with how the night goes," she said stepping back as he chuckled to himself.

"I am going to have you begging for me soon my love," he whispered into her ear biting her lobe just as her body shuddered.

"Marcel?"

"Yes love," he answered as he kissed her neck making her gasp when he applied more pressure. "Much better," he said looking triumphant as he reached for her hand leading her out.

"Marcel!" She fumed as she looked at her neck after tending to her lips.

"No one will see it darling. Don't worry," he said pulling her closer to him. "Besides it will show the other boys that you are mine," he growled possessively his eyes roaming up and down her body.

Arriving at the venue they were quickly ushered into the hall to be greeted by the elite class of the business world. Excusing herself from the group she left for the ladies just as Debra took the opportunity to pounce on Marcel.

Shamelessly flirting with him trying to gain his attention he looked beyond irritated and did not want to create a scene especially in front of business clients. Standing stiffly he looked in the direction Nyasha had disappeared to, waiting to catch a glimpse of her telling him she was on her way.

A small smile formed on his face when she spotted them. Her eyes narrowing into slits that clearly told him she was angry as she walked by with a smile plastered on her face.

"Fancy seeing you here Debra. How are you?" She asked with a fake smile obviously.

"Very well thank you," she said turning back to Marcel who kept his eyes on Nyasha. "Marcellus was just telling me about your son," she said placing her hand on his forearm leaving it there.

"Please remove your filthy hands from his arm," Nyasha said with a genuine smile that had Marcel calculating what actions he would take to make sure she did not kill Debra right there and then.

Everything happened so quickly as I felt Debra's hold slack as Nyasha dug her nails into the woman's hand still wearing a smile, but her tone. It sent shivers down his very spine at the same time turning him on in an instant.

"Listen very close to me Debra. The next time I use please in a sentence get the hint. Touch what is mine again you will lose that very hand. Do I make myself clear?" Her eyes clearly read back off as he looked at her not even hiding the wide grin on his face.

"Leave us," she dismissed Debra as he noticed the blood drawn by her nails on Debra's arm.

"If we leave now I will be more than happy to show you what that whole scene just did to me," he said as her gaze dropped down a smile forming on her lips choosing to remain silent before he convinced her to leave. "May I have this dance?" He asked making sure she stayed close as she obliged him.

"Who knew you could dance," she murmured as he swept her around the dance floor.

"I can do a lot of things. I though you knew that already," he said with a wicked smile that had her looking away from him in embarrassment as the song died.

Sitting at their table they sat relaxing after their meal only for their bubble to be popped by none other than Carlos Junior.

"May I have a dance with the lovely lady," he asked holding out his hand.

Nyasha took his hand avoiding Marcel's eyes once she saw his hand curl into a fist.

"Beautiful indeed," Junior murmured as he tried to pull her closer failing when she accidentally stepped on his toe a tight lipped smile on her face.

"Thank you very much," she beamed looking in the direction of the table only to find Marcel absent.

"Looking for someone?"

"Yes my husband," she said as he chuckled forcefully bring her closer.

"He is being taken care of my sweet. Don't you worry yourself one bit," he said holding her close as she struggled to get out of his arms, crushing her body to his in a vice hold. His fingers dug into her arm as she told him to let her go.

A hand on his shoulder had the man stopping in his tracks as Nyasha looked at Marcel who was now sporting a cut on his lip. He had obviously been fighting someone.

"Remove your hands from her," he growled dangerously low.

Junior wore a proud smirk as he let Nyasha go stepping away from her just as Marcel pulled her behind him. A waitress passed by as Nyasha gave her a slight head nod whilst the man had a little chat.

"Marcel," she whispered making him turn to look at her worriedly.

"Are you alright love," he whispered leaning towards her.

"I'm fine. Can we just go sit down," she pleaded as he looked between her and Junior, clearly debating on what to do.

"Okay," he said kissing her forehead.

Meanwhile Junior was pissed off that his plan did not work and his big brother would have a field day pulling him down for his failure. The waitress from earlier passed by him asking if he was alright handing him a glass of brandy to calm his nerves. It was only a matter of time before he would be escorted out of the building once he started hallucinating of course.

Pulling out of the crowded room they left the venue heading straight to their car. Once the doors were closed she had his head in her hands looking at him.

"Are you alright?" She asked inspecting his lip as a smile formed on his face.

"I'm fine sweetheart," he murmured against her lips pulling her closer as he slipped her dress down.

"What are doing Marcel?" She squirmed in his arms as he looked at her running his arms over her.

"Making sure you are alright. That idiot was holding you too tightly and I know you will not tell me if he hurt you," he growled stopping when he saw the bruising appearing on her arm.

"You could have just asked," she said pulling her dress up quickly when she saw his eyes darken with pure lust.

Running a hand through his hair he sighed pulling her closer inspecting her arm.

"We will need to put some ice here," he said kissing her arm.

"Hmmm," she responded lazily as the car came to halt.

Looking outside they realized they were stuck in traffic. The weird thing is that it was odd to have congestion on this road.

"Max what is happening?" He asked after lowering the divider.

"It seems there has been an accident up ahead. The police are redirecting the traffic he said as they started moving following the directions of the car.

"I don't like this one bit," she whispered seeing the route they were being directed to use.

"It's just a little accident. Nothing to worry about," he said with a smile putting back the divider up.

"If you say so darling," she said kissing him lightly.

"If you start that now I will lose the little control I have baby," he moaned.

"Who said I want you to be in control?" She challenged as she removed her seat belt straddling him.

"I don't want to do this here. I want us to have a lot more fun at home," he said making her pout her lips.

"We can always start the fun here," she smirked feeling his arousal.

"Max will definitely know what is happening here," he said.

"Max be a dear and put on some loud music," she asked.

"Now he is definitely going to know what we are doing," he said.

"If you make me scream he will know you are doing a splendid job. But if he doesn't hear a squeak then I guess we will both know you are no fun," she teased seeing the fire blaze in his eyes.

"I will have you begging for release love and there is nothing you will be able to do but only beg," he whispered into her ear before taking her lips.

The next thing they knew the car was tumbling down the road. Marcel had a tight hold on Nyasha as the car rolled thus resulting in her not sustaining much damage since he still had his belt on. Sitting on the roof of the car she unbuckled Marcel from his seat making him join her as he attempted to open the door.

As soon as the door swung open they saw their security being taken out by a single man. He held a machine gun and seemed to be enjoying himself as men fell to their death.

"Max," Nyasha whispered as Marcel pointed out he was still alive.

"Grab the woman!" They heard as Marcel took out his gun shooting the two man who dared come after his wife.

Turning to see if she was okay her eyes widened as she pushed him aside letting the butt of a rifle connect with her head making her fall unconscious. He was too late to see who it was as he felt the metal connect with his own head leaving him unconscious.

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Nyasha woke up chained to the walls as her capture sat looking at her.

"Do you have any idea of the bear you just poked?" She asked standing up straight a smile forming on her face.

Oh oh.

How was that?