Taken By The Mafia Lord

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"Daddy! Daddy! carry me!" 

"Daddy! Me too!" 

"Daddy! Liam pinched me!" 

"Daddy! Look, I'm a dinosaur! Roar!!!"

Such was the condition Marcel and Victor found Elijah in when they arrived at his place. The cousin had not come together, but somehow they met in the driveway and thus, came in at the same time only to see this disaster. 

"And I thought I had problems." Victor hinted at his son trying to wriggle out of his arms. 

"I second that," Marcel said, glancing down at his daughter Aricel who was trying to reach for her cousin Caleb, both of their hands touching but not exactly reaching. 

"No, Leo! Don't touch the vase!" Elijah was already reaching for the boy but the deed had already been done because the vase fell to the ground and shattered. 

At this point, Elijah stood helplessly staring at the twin who lifted his hand to his mouth and giggled shyly,

"Daddy, sorry." 

"God, no," Elijah lifted his hand and rubbed his temple where he could feel a throbbing headache. He thought that he could handle this but the reverse was the case. The quadruplets seem to obey their mother's instructions more than his. Who was he kidding? They feared her and whenever Adele was around, they were well-behaved soldiers. 

Don't get him wrong, Adele was not harsh on the children and loved them fiercely, however, she was stern and disciplined unlike him who spoiled them and it has come to bite him in the ass. 

The children should be asleep by now, no, he thought they were. That was the only condition Adele had to fulfill before she left. But as soon as Leo was up, he woke up his identical twin Liam, who in turn woke the fraternal twins Liam and Leah. And together, they decided to make his life a living hell. 

"Uncle Malsy," His only daughter and girl among the quadruplets recognized him - even though she badly pronounced his name - hurried over to her uncle with her tiny legs. 

Unfortunately, Aricel, whom Marcel had already lowered to her feet, stood in her way and spread out her arms in a bid to turn her away. No one was coming near her daddy, he was all hers. To get to Marcel, she would have to go through her first. 

At first, it had been comical because Leah was determined and tried to sidestep her, but Aricel stood her ground. Leah turned the other way, Aricel blocked her. 

"Since when did you become a hot commodity? And damn, those moves, what have you been teaching your daughter, Marcel?" Victor asked with amusement glinting in his eyes until he feigned a hurt expression, "What about me though? Why is no one fighting over me, you smug bastard?" He was jealous. 

"What moves, the both of them are about to tear each other apart?" Marcel huffed before crouching down and getting in between the girls now glaring at each other. 

"Shh, that's enough Aricel, Leah is your cousin, you know." Marcel said and reached for the girl, "Come here, you adorable little version of Adele." He cooed. 

Leah happily strutted over to Marcel and he carried her off her feet as she giggled delightfully. On the other hand, there was a look of utter betrayal on Aricel's face. How dare she? That pretender just stole a fraction of her father's love for her! She didn't want that! She wanted her daddy all to herself. 

Hence, little Aricel used her tested and confirmed weapon in the name of a tantrum. She shrieked so loudly that even her male cousins had no choice but to stop their activities and watch her. 

"Jesus Christ, women are all the same," Marcel commented, stooping down to pick up Aricel at once. In one word, he carried both girls on his waist, his strong arms securing them to his sides. 

"Shh, now don't cry anymore, my love. Leah is also family, alright?" 

Although Aricel stopped crying, the long look she gave Leah was enough proof that this battle was far from over. And thus, it was told that both women were strong contenders from when they were young to when they grew up. 

"You guys are finally here." Elijah practically threw himself on Victor, relief washing over him. He was so close to crying while handling his impish kids. 

While Victor and Marcel had not exactly liked Elijah in the past, things changed in two years. With Adele married to him, it was inevitable that they became close in the end. 

"It's okay, I totally understand. You are a brave man, Elijah," Victor began to pat him on the shoulder, feeling pity for his in-law. Raising Caleb alone was hell for him, imagine adding three other Calebs to the picture, he might as well dig his own grave and rest in peace. 

The staff came in to clean up the mess the children made, especially the boys - although Leah has no problem copying her brothers - and it took a while to get the children under control. Minutes later, they took up respective positions on the sofa with the kids tucked in between them or resting on their bodies. 

It would have been a nice moment for them all if it wasn't for the fact that the kids were watching a children's cartoon and the adults in the room were close to throwing up if they watched that a minute longer. 

"How did my life get to this point?" Marcel muttered, tired. The cartoon was predictably childish unlike his daughter who enjoyed every second with her eyes glued to the screen. 

"You mean, 'we' right?" Victor pointed out that they were all involved in this. 

"Because we got married." Elijah groaned, pinching the space between the brows. The carton's chant alone made him want to throw up. How could you ask the audience the number of objects available when the answer was clear on the screen? 

He said, "I suddenly wish to be my brother Ezra who's determined not to get caught married." 

Victor turned to him, "He and Cindy broke up again?" 

"For the tenth time? Yes. Both of them are so toxic yet right for each other." 

"This is not how I imagined this night would go. I was thinking about beer and having lots of fun." Marcel grumbled. 

"I feel you, Bro. I just don't feel these kids who are oddly up at this time. Do you think they know our plan and are doing this on purpose?" Elijah asked. 

"It wouldn't surprise me," Marcel muttered, staring at her wide-eyed daughter. She did not seem ready to go to bed anytime soon. 

"Not unless we have fun with them." Victor straightened up with an idea, his eyes gleaming. 

"I don't like that look," Marcel shook his head, "Arianna would kill me if she knows I'm out with her kid." 

"And so would Mimi, but they wouldn't be back anytime soon and we can have as much fun with the kids." 

Elijah was uncertain about this, but he would say yes to anything that would keep him from watching this crappy carton. 

"What's the plan?" 

Victor smirked, "Nothing harmless, I think." 

He's going to regret this, Marcel swore under his breath.