Taken By The Mafia Lord

A smile crossed Marcel’s lips at the thought of Victor’s balls being crushed. Someone finally did what he’s wanted to do for years – beat some sense into his cousin. Marcel bet his aunt and Mimi would get along fine.

A look around the house and it was hard to believe that this was his foyer. Victor had turned everything into a club starting from the neon lights to the uncountable women of different shapes and sizes to the music blasting from the speakers and the keys of alcohol being dragged into the hall by some of his men.

The noise made Marcel’s head throb and he rubbed the area with a wince. He had not gotten the chance to get a proper sleep since yesterday he saved Arianna from getting killed.

At first, it had been cleaning up the mess he made, and then Arianna added to his list plus Victor’s dramas. Well, he couldn’t sleep in his room anyway, not while she was still there.

Not when her presence drives him into doing stupid things. Her presence was like a poison he couldn’t get out of his system even when it was clear she was killing him. She was sweet poison to him.

When was the first time he had such strong feelings like this one? That was the time when his mother adopted Chloe as his sister. When his mother had put the little girl into his arms saying, “Marcel, she’s yours,”

He had been scared at first. What was he doing with that sweet little thing and he was older than her – he had been fine without her all this while. But when her little hand fisted around his thumb and she cooed at him, Marcel knew he was a lost cause. He would do everything to protect his baby sister.

That same emotion was stirring inside of him now. Marcel felt the urge to protect Arianna and he doesn’t know why. Plus his idea of “Protecting” was kind of misleading.

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“Jesus! Just get her out of your mind!” He scolded himself when he wouldn’t stop thinking about her.

Marcel couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come when he would finally get Arianna out of his house, sight, and mind. He would be fine for sure by then. For now, he would have to survive this torturous night. He has seen worse things, what more could pop up tonight?

His gaze roved around for Arianna yet he couldn’t find her. She was the only reason he was in Victor’s crazy party in the first place to supervise and make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid – and to prevent any of his men from touching a hair on her head.

But there was no sight of her even when he got info an hour ago that she had left the room with Victor by her side. She was supposed to be in this hall already. Or maybe she escaped.

Marcel panicked a bit when that thought came into his head but he managed to calm himself down. Victor wouldn’t betray him by letting Arianna escape, not unless he wanted to sign his death certificate.

Moreover, there was no reason for him to do that – not unless she charmed his cousin with her pretty eyes and that pouty lips he imagined more than a few times wrapped around his dick.

No, that can’t be. Marcel had to tell himself he was making a big deal out of nothing. Victor might like anything that walks around in a skirt but he would never let a woman influence his decision. In fact, his cousin has never loved a woman – and would never – he bet.

No woman in this world can tolerate Victor’s hedonistic lifestyle nor does he believe in love. Love was a carefully constructed utopia that didn’t exist and people tried to live up to its standard crafted by men.

Marcel believed in his instincts and the ability to take care of the woman that would be his one day. Love was for cowards and babies. Real men knew what they wanted without the influence of stupid emotions and they went for it.

There was no way Arianna would escape here without any of his people noticing. He was already trying to put up a watch for her when a hand came to wrap around him from behind.

“Hello Marcel,” A sultry voice whispered into his ears.

He didn’t even need to guess, Marcel already knew it was one of his acquaintances in bed. He knew of the risk of bumping into one of them here which was why he was against attending the party in the first place. But then, here he was.

“Hello to you as well,” He said, having forgotten what her name was nor did he care to ask.

“You look more handsome than the last time we met,” She said, coming in front of him.

“Thank you,” Marcel said blandly, which was a notice for dismissal since his gaze searched searching for Arianna once again.

But the girl must not have gotten the point because her hand rested on his chest and Marcel’s eyes followed that gesture only to look up and see that she was biting on her lips.

“We could hang around once again,” She tried to be sexy, he scoffed inwardly.

While she was trying hard to be seductive, Arianna didn’t even need to try hard and he was already on his knees for her.

Marcel was just about to pull her away when he noticed a sudden commotion, and it happened that the strippers had already taken their positions on stage.

However, what made Marcel so shocked that his jaw dropped to the ground was the fact that standing in the middle of the dancers was Arianna clad in May God fucking help him if he doesn’t kill Victor tonight.