Taken By The Mafia Lord

She hardly calmed Big Joe after that dance video. Who knows what would happen next If he stumbled upon this scene by mistake? He’d definitely end her life while Marcel, the great Mafia King, goes unscathed. Yeah, she’d be sacrificed in a war she wants no involvement in.

Moreover, she never asked for him after he ruined her life, so what does Marcel want from her again? She was tired of him, especially not when she was close to escaping this place!

“Get off me!” She warned him, her struggling was futile.

“Not until you listen to me,” Marcel gave her a condition.

Arianna laughed sarcastically, “Why do I need to listen to anything you say? The relationship between the both of us ended that day you let them take them. So don’t come spilling your crocodile tears and remorse on me because it’s late, save your tears for another day,” She said harshly, not giving a care if she hurt her feelings in the process. He hurt enough of her feelings already, it was time he received a taste of his own medicine.

Arianna then tried to push him away but Marcel wouldn’t budge one bit, and that irritated her greatly.

“Get off me!” She said through gritted teeth.

“I don’t need you to forgive me, just don’t ignore me,” He pleaded with her.

.....

“Exactly,” Arianna laughed cruelly, “That is what I would love to do the most,”

“Arianna...”

His soft expression was annoying to look at. He was not going to break her defenses at all. She refused to let him in the second time. Fool her once, shame on you; fool her twice, shame on her.

“Fine, we’d talk, just get off me,” She pleaded with him for Christ’s sake, her frantic gaze still checking out the door.

Surprisingly, he obeyed.

Marcel of all people let her up without any argument. That was a surprising change?

Arianna sat up at once, straightening out the crease in her wedding dress. She composed herself and was only unable to control the flush in her cheek.

Clearing her throat and sitting with her back straight and her demeanor cautious, she asked, “What do you want us to discuss?”

If only he had a change of mind and was here to rescue her, that would be so great. But knowing Marcel, Arianna could tell that her wish was as good as nothing.

“Did you receive any news from Elijah?”

That question drained every color in Arianna’s face. She began to panic and even though she tried her best to hide it, her hands couldn’t help but shake. So she had to fold them together on her laps.

She glanced up at Marcel coldly, ” You sent me to the lion’s den, how would I know about Elijah?”

But Marcel shook his head in disagreement, “No, you do know something else you wouldn’t be chewing on your bottom lips nor would you feel antsy right now,”

The expression on Arianna’s face was frozen from shock. Of course, Marcel was good at micro-expression recognition as well. Was there nothing he wasn’t good at?

“He plans to bust you out today, eh? ” It was more of a question than a statement.

“You think whatever you want?” Arianna said, throwing her face the other way. He must be crazy to think that she would betray Elijah for him. She didn’t do it then, why would she now?

“You might be doing Elijah a big favor by telling me what you know...” He breathed, “It would make it easy for him,”

Arianna stood up from her seat and walked over to where Marcel stood. She snorted, “As if you would ever catch him,” That was a big joke.

Nobody comes to Elijah.

Elijah comes to them.

Marcel was not pissed off by her audacity, if anything, he was challenged. And like every challenge, he had to meet up with it.

“No,” He corrected her, “I stand higher chances of capturing him now that I have you....” Marcel said, reaching out to caress her cheeks and Arianna tried her best not to dwell on the thrill that ran down her spine.

That felt good as much as she resented it. Her body has a thing for betraying her when Marcel is involved. Damn it! She can’t repeat a second mistake with him.

“He’s concerned about you so he’d surely make mistakes that I can trace back to him,” Marcel seems to be interested now in her face, his thumb brushing over her soft cheeks without stopping.

Arianna’s gaze narrowed, she was contemplating Marcel’s words and the audacity!

“If you can lead Elijah to me...” His caress now moved down to her neck and her breath hitched, the thrills having increased. He brushed over her collarbone with the lightest of touch, almost feather-like, but what made her shiver most was the look in his eyes.

When Marcel looked at her, it was all-consuming, ranging on the bother line of fear and excitement. He looked at her like she was the best thing he has ever laid his eyes on and that look alone, made heat pool in between her legs. She was tempted to fall under the charm of his beautiful gray eyes.

He went on, “I’ll make sure this marriage never happens. You should know I never go back on my deals,”

Arianna’s gaze widened, he can set her free from Big Joe? But what he was asking her to do was to betray Elijah. But then she wouldn’t have to marry that short ginger called Big Joe and be happy for once – at the detriment of Elijah who tried to help her.

Moreover, even if she wanted to help him, there was no way to communicate with Elijah. He was the one that communicated with her unless Marcel wanted her to betray him after he must have rescued her today. Unfortunately, that was a huge no in that case; she wasn’t the type of person to pay one’s kindness with betrayal.

Arianna said to him, “Shove that favor up your ass,”

“Very well then,” His amusement was mirthless, “I gave you the easy way but you made your choice. We’ll see.”

Almost immediately, the door pulled open and the both of them broke apart from each other, an awkward silence descending in the room.

Cassie came in only to stop short upon seeing them. She looked between the both of them noticing the tension before clearing her throat as she announced, “It’s time to walk down the aisle, bride,”

Arianna gulped.

Should she consider the offer?