Chapter 8 - He Was Evil (1/2)

Marcel was so used to people tripping over his beauty that it didn't faze him when the waiter or whoever she was, almost drooled while taking his orders.

He needed two black coffees as darkly roasted as they came. He needed the bitterness, the way it stung reminded him of pain and the need to survive. And to survive means to desire nothing, to be free of emotions. Emotions were blinding and human - and he wasn't trained to be human. His line of work was for survival, to kill or be killed.

Marcel groaned, rubbing his temple, what's taking them so long? Where's the damn coffee? As much as he pretended not to be human, he was human and addicted to coffee as many humans out there are.

He tapped his finger against the rippled tabletop contemplating his next action. Should he wait some more or leave for the next coffee shop which was at least ten blocks away? No, he needed to think not to walk right now.

Moreover, leaving here means he would be under massive surveillance. His men were outside, blending with the crowd at strategic points and making sure there wasn't danger looming around the corner.

But inside, he was free, no eyes to watch him except the lustful ones - which he revels in. He was handsome and he knows it, so what? Why shouldn't he relish the attention?

None of his men were here to guide him making him vulnerable to attacks - that he could handle. He was skilled beyond his subordinate, enough to earn him a title and respect. And respect in this language means fear. They didn't just fear him because he's his father's son, but because he's Marcel.

Meanwhile...

”Where did you dig that nonsense from?” Mimi burst into laughter causing Arianna's brows to furrow in annoyance. If only they knew a certain mob boss was becoming fidgety with impatience.

”I should have known than to waste my time educating a bird brain,” Arianna grumbled, done preparing both cups of black coffee. There was no added labor of adding cream or crafting designs on a drink that would go down the throat and down through the anus. End of the circle.

However, Mimi was not affected by the insult knowing this was nothing to their normal bickering. So she said, ”In that case, you should go serve the psychopath then,”

Mimi smirked and before Arianna could tell what she had in mind, already pushed the tray to her chest and took her hands off leaving Arianna no choice but to grab it.

She smirked at the infuriated Arianna holding her with a glare that says, ”You could have broken those glasses,” and then their boss would take it off from her hard-earned salary.

Mimi countered with a smug look that said, ”It didn't break, after all, did it?”

With an annoyed huff, Arianna walked around out of the counter, heading to the table beside the window - that was the customer, Mr psychopath.

However, Arianna didn't have the time to brace herself against the good looks that assaulted her before she even arrived at the table. Even from afar, his handsomeness was damaging. How could someone be this good-looking? It should be illegal.