【Ma Ai】every moment

Marco almost choked.

He was just drinking and chatting in the tavern run by his family, when suddenly the police broke in and threw a kid at him.

"...What's the situation?" Marco stood up slowly.They—the Whitebeard family—and Karp are old acquaintances, although every time they meet, they are either chasing each other or simply fighting.Marco is not sure what Garp is up to.

Seeing the cadre standing up first, the rest of the Whitebeard family began to surround the center noisily—the room was full of people holding beer glasses and describing them as rude and vicious.

The young man who was thrown to the ground by Garp was rubbing his butt while getting up very unhappy.

"Stinky old man, what are you doing?"

Garp ignored Ace, and quickly explained to Marco: "This bastard doesn't want the police, he just wants the underworld. So, I sent him here. Give it to you. I won't care about him anymore gone."

There are some incomprehensible places in it, and there seems to be a language problem.But that last sentence sounds like a puff.

Marco analyzed quickly.

And he cared very much - he didn't explain the relationship between these two people.

But Garp didn't intend to give others a chance to speak at all: "That's the deal, there is no need to discuss it.... Ace, I wish you good luck." After roaring, he quickly turned around and walked out of the tavern door.

The brave superintendent came and went in a hurry, and soon there was only Ace standing in the center gaping, and a room full of staring mafiya.

Ace froze for a moment, and immediately ran through the crowd to the door.But Karp had disappeared into the alley.

Could he be serious?Just throw yourself into the mafia family?Ace looked around, the tavern behind him had resumed its bustle, while the alleys in front of him were all submerged in darkness, there were faint whispers, and something was about to move.He looked up at the tavern's sign, which showed a skull with a huge white beard.

"Hi! Are you okay?" Someone suddenly patted him from behind, and Ace almost jumped up.

It was Marco, of course, who came to talk.

It was still difficult for Marco to grasp any reason of the matter at this time, he was just innocently designated as the "owner" of the boy in front of him.Now that Karp has left, he can only talk to this dark-haired young man.

"Your name is... Ace?"

Ace stared at him warily, then nodded silently.The man who was asking himself a question was dressed casually, had a strange hairstyle, and looked sleepy, and his age could not be seen.This person seems to be the "Marco" that the old man called when he entered the door.He suddenly remembered that all the people here should be members of the Mafia.

"What's your relationship with Garp?" Marco continued to ask.

"Shouldn't you also report your name?" Ace asked back.Or contradict. ...or find fault.

Marco just nodded unexpectedly: "I'm Marco," he added after thinking for a while, "I'm one of the cadres of the Whitebeard family. And this is Papa Whitebeard's tavern."

Probably the other party's non-perfunctory attitude won Ace's approval, and soon he replied truthfully: "Karp is my grandfather."

Ah——, it turned out to be a family quarrel.

Marco rubbed his nose.

"I think you'd better go home as soon as possible. Where do you live? I can get you out of Mafia territory."

Ace looked at the thick night, then looked at Marco again: "...I'm not leaving."

Marco: ? ?

"I broke up with Garp." Ace announced with his neck stuck, "So what am I going to do?"

"You don't want to go back, where are you going? You know where this is, a kid like you can't spend a night here."

Ace took a step back and leaned against the wall with the sign of the tavern: "I'll just stay here."

"It's not open all night." Marco felt helpless.

It's just a family quarrel.He is sure.

I am not obliged to do what Karp said, and I am not his subordinate.Marco thought to himself, but if something really happened to this young man here, he would not be happy to see it.Although this black-haired child never showed a smile from the beginning to the end, he was not the kind of annoying young man.

Thinking of this, Marco has quickly come to a conclusion.

"Okay. Then you can go home with me." He spread his hands and said simply.

"what?"

"Find a place to live and get some sleep. We'll discuss the long-term plan tomorrow."

Somewhat surprised, Ace stared at Marco carefully and looked again and again.It seems to want to see how credible this person is.

Because his suggestion is very tempting.Ace remembered that he had been tortured by Garp since the afternoon, and he was really tired.He also wanted to tell Marco that if it was normal, but spending the night in the streets of gangsters, this danger was nothing to him at all.

But most urgently: "Okay then. Thanks.  …Can you get me something to eat by the way?"

***

There are not many gangsters as impeccable as Marco these days.

He even thought about not letting this boy who will return to normal society tomorrow stay too long in the tavern where the mafia gathers, so he went directly to the back kitchen and ordered a few pizzas and pasta to take with the boy to his own residence .

The place he currently calls home is on the second floor of a store fronting the street, which is also very close to the tavern, only about a few minutes' walk away.

When he left in the afternoon, it never occurred to him that he would return in the evening with a boy and half a dozen pizzas.Marco admits that he is not a nice person.Although it is easy for people to rely on him because of his second job, it is the first time for him to pick up small animals or people to take home.

Ace didn't have the consciousness that he was the one who was picked up. He entered the mafia cadre's house, only had time to take a quick look at the layout of the room, and immediately devoted all his energy to the most important thing of filling his stomach.

He looks hungry.

"There is lemonade and milk in the refrigerator. Remember to clear the table after eating." Marco indicated that he could listen while eating. "I only have one bedroom here, and you can only sleep on the sofa."

Ace nodded while gobbling.

"I will contact Garp again tomorrow morning, don't worry."

Ace didn't respond this time.

So Marco stood at the door of the living room, watching Ace eating there for a while.Then he stopped saying anything and turned back to his room.

It was an unexpected evening.Just let him go, although it has brought a little trouble to people, it shouldn't be a big deal.

The weather was fine the next day, and Marco thought maybe something good was going to happen.When he walked into the living room in the morning, he saw Ace still asleep on the sofa in a messy position.

Isn't this a look of no worries?

Marko scratched his head and started calling the city police.As long as there is skill, it is easy to transfer to the person he is looking for.

"Mr. Garp, I'm Marco the citizen." The kind who don't particularly obey the law. "When are you going to take that boy back?"

"Ah Marco. So you really left him? Where is Ace now?" Cap asked loudly on the other end of the phone.

"At my house. I can send him back." Marco has already begun to give in.

"Oh, oh, don't send it back. Just let him stay with you."

I don't know why, but I always feel that Karp is in a good mood today.It's a different person from yesterday.Does that bring people back?

"There is no such thing, Mr. Garp. If the child is left unattended, he can be sent to a boarding school." Isn't it too hardcore to give it to the mafia?

Karp even laughed: "He is 17 years old, and he is already an adult! By the way, he can work at your place, I mean your clinic—not Whitebeard's."

Marco was very speechless about Karp's self-assertion. He raised his hand to support his forehead: "What kind of job can he do? Mr. Karp, I won't go around with you anymore. I really can't take him in. If he doesn't go home, I will Just throw him into the street."

"You wouldn't do that." Garp's hearty laughter came from the receiver, "By the way, Doctor Marco, please prescribe him some medicine by the way."

Marco froze for a moment: "Is he sick?"

"He has just differentiated into an omega, and now he should need some soothing and calming medicine."

omega? ?differentiation? ?estrus? !

A hundred rhinos ran past in Marko's brain.

Depend on! !

"Please focus on the beginning next time!" Marco slammed the phone angrily.

omega?This is impossible.

Of course, it is not impossible in theory, but Marco really didn't realize it last night.He hasn't met any single omega for a long time, after all they are so rare.So it was he who became dull.

Probably the sound of roaring and slamming the phone woke Ace up, and the young man stretched himself and got up from the sofa.His original curly hair looked even more messy, and his vest was rolled up in sleep, revealing a section of his waist.

Is this the fucking newest fairy jump?Marco groaned inwardly.

"Marco, good morning." Ace said sleepily, hugging a cushion.

"Good morning, Ace. Are you an Omega?"

"What?..." After two seconds, Ace blinked, "Ah, oh, yes, I am."

No matter how you look at it, you just remembered it.Karp said that he has just undergone differentiation, and after the initial differentiation of sex, the pheromone level will drop to the lowest level again, and then slowly accumulate.Considering that he didn't check anything, what Karp said should be true.

Marco frowned and continued to ask: "Can you tell me what you and Garp are arguing about?"

Ace felt that there was nothing to keep secret, so he talked about how he suddenly differentiated into an omega, and how Garp forced himself to "blind date".How did I refuse.

"So he threw you to me." Marco had a headache, and the rhino in his brain was being chased by a lion.So when Garp said "it's yours", that should be what he meant.

Ace didn't seem to understand very well, and waited honestly for Marco to continue.

"It may be the reason why you just split up. We are not very sensitive to each other. I want to tell you now, Ace, I am a gang leader, and I am also a single alpha.

While this is complete nonsense, I think that's why Cap sent you here. "

Ace still couldn't turn his head around: "What does this mean?

"In my opinion, this should be a continuation of the absurd blind date. I am honored to be your first blind date." Marco folded his hands on his chest and looked at the boy on the sofa with a complicated expression.

"—Oh. Damn." Ace finally understood.

For a moment, there was a different kind of silence in the living room.Ace's conditioned reflex was normal, and he tugged down on his little vest.

Marco couldn't help feeling a little amused.

"Fortunately, you are not in estrus. According to Garp, you will not be in estrus for a short time." Marko said very directly, "However, I have to send you back in this way."

Ace looked at him and didn't speak for a long time.

"Come on, I can send you home." Marco thought that Ace would be happy to leave here quickly, after all, through his narration just now, it seemed that he didn't want to have anything to do with Alpha at all.

"Do I have to go?" Ace said suddenly, "Well, can I stay here?"

"what?"

"As you said, I'm not in estrus, so it doesn't matter if I'm alpha or omega."

Marko was shocked by the boy's overly crude logic.

"And I just said yesterday that I'm going to break up with Garp. If I go home today, I won't be like a child."

"Ahahaha..." Marco was amused, "Then what do you want, do you plan to change a guardian?"

"I can work! I'm good at fighting. I don't have to rely on you, but it's my first day here," Ace looked away, a little embarrassed, "I only know Marco, It would be nice if you could give me some advice."

If Ace is a very stubborn person, then Marco is a person who thinks that many things are good no matter what.His will to send Ace away quickly wanes.He began to feel that what Ace said made sense, the boy was not difficult to get along with, and it wouldn't cause too much trouble for him to stay.

Moreover, he suddenly became interested in this unexpected encounter.

Marco cleared his throat and replied formally: "Then I can introduce you to a part-time job. If you want, you can continue to live with me."

"Really? That's great." Ace gave his first big smile since we met.

***

"Speaking of which, does part-time job refer to gang work?"

"No. Downstairs is my clinic, and I'm still a black market doctor. Ace, do you want to be a nurse or something?"

TBC