Proving Her Wrong

Chapter 31

"Hey sorry Man..."

"It's fine," Marc sighed as he entered the kitchen.

"How was it though?" Luke asked smirking.

"Perfect," Marc admitted as he started cooking.

"How did it go?" Axel asked.

"Just like I expected," he sighed.

"So she's freaking out then?" Brandon asked.

"Yep," Marc nodded. "Just giving her time to figure out we're serious and somewhat calm down before I go talk to her some more."

"What's the plan now?" Kota asked.

"I don't know," Marc sighed as he flipped her pancakes. "Honestly, I wasn't even planning on admitting it to her right now, I kind of just snapped and blurted it out."

"So you have no idea what you're going to say when you go back in there?" Luke asked.

"No," he admitted as he put her pancakes on the plate and started cutting it up for her. "I'll just be honest and go from there, I guess."

"We'll stay down here," Owen nodded, "but if you need us, we'll be here."

"Hey guys?" Corey asked suddenly. "Where's Raven?"

"Shit," Marc sighed rolling his eyes. He grabbed the tray and headed upstairs.

"GET OUT!"

"Nyet," Raven stood in the room smirking.

"Raven, I said we were going to give her space," Marc said calmly as he walked in. "We need to leave her alone right now."

"Nyet," Raven growled, "tried leave."

"What?" Marc asked as he sat the tray down on the desk.

"Come check on Kitten, SHE," he pointed at her while glaring at her who was glaring back with just as much fury, "try climb out window!"

"Alina!" Marc shouted in shock. "What the hell?"

"GET OUT!" She shouted.

"No," Marc sighed as he pinched his nose. "Leave us, Raven, let me talk to her."

"Nyet leave alone," he growled as he stormed out of the room.

"What the fuck, Alina?" Marc asked as he sat in the chair at the desk. "That was incredibly reckless. What were you thinking?"

"Leave me alone," she glared.

"I had planned to but obviously I can't anymore," he frowned, "not if you are going to put yourself in danger and try to leave me."

"You're going to leave me anyway so why does it matter if I go ahead and leave?"

"What are you talking about?" He asked confused. "We're never going to leave you."

"So you're not going to go out on missions anymore?" She asked sarcastically. "Yeah right, don't be daft," she scoffed rolling her eyes.

"That's what you're talking about?" He asked shocked.

"What the hell did you think I was talking about?" she asked confused.

"That we would divorce you eventually," he admitted. "You thought we would take overseas missions now that we are with you?"

"We aren't together," she glared. "Siblings don't—"

"We AREN'T siblings, Alina," he growled as he stood and took a step closer to her. "Stop saying that."

"Our parents were married—"

"Were," he said sternly, "as in no longer. They aren't married anymore, making us no longer stepsiblings, which means you can't use that excuse anymore."

"It's not an excuse!" she yelled back.

"Then what is the problem, Alina?" he asked, "Why can't we be together? Do you not want to be with us? Is that it?"

"What?" she gasped.

"Is it?" he asked as he knelt down in front of her and put his hands on her knees. "Do you want to be with us, Beautiful?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Marc," she scoffed while rolling her eyes. "You know just as well as I do, that you can't have relationships when you are in the Academy. And you know I don't do relationships when I am working so enough of this silly talk."

"Oh Beautiful," he chuckled and shook his head, "that's an easy fix."

"What are you talking about?" she eyed him suspiciously.

"We won't take anymore bait jobs or overseas jobs," he smirked. "And you don't have to work unless you want to but if you do then you won't be living with them anymore."

"You can't control me, Marc Weiland," She glared at him.

"Is that so?" He smirked mischievously.

"Yeah," She continued to glare.

"You're so cute when you are serious."

"Stop doing that!" she swung out to smack him and he caught her arm and glared.

"I said do NOT hit me with that arm, Alina," he growled as he stood over her and gripped her chin with his other hand. "It's not nice and you can hurt yourself more than you already are."

"Sorry," She whispered as she quit struggling to get out of his grip.

"Now be a good girl and eat your breakfast," he said as he put the tray in her lap.

"Don't talk to me like that," she glared at him yet picked up the fork. "That voice won't work on me. I'll never submit to any of you."

"Okay, Beautiful," he chuckled, "if that's what you think."

"I know," she threw back at him.

"Is that so?" he asked sitting up from where he had leaned back to watch her.

"Yeah," she chuckled.

"Want to test that theory?"