Taken By The Mafia Lord

Her tongue stuck out to lick her lower lips while she shifted uncomfortably on her feet. It was obvious to everyone in there that she was having a hard time coming to a decision.

Trust Marcel? That was the worst decision she could ever made. The last time she trusted him, she ended up being served on a platter of gold to Big Joe. But he did come back to save her, her inner mind argued.

Save her butt! He had only been there to use her to lure Elijah out – thankfully, he didn’t show off. Whenever Elijah was, Arianna hoped he hid well because she didn’t know what Marcel would do if he got her hands on him nor would she forgive herself if he was captured as a result of her mistake.

Arianna could take care of herself nor was Marcel going to keep her here forever. At a point, he would eventually get tired and give up on her – she just wished that day came sooner.

Her gaze roved around the room, weighing her pros and cons and she had to say, Marcel was right. Why would he care about a single assistant when he killed two in front of her the first time they met?

Not to mention this place was heavily guarded by his men who would gun her down before she even realizes it. Samuel would be the casualty loss and seemingly not a huge loss to the organization. So yeah, Marcel would make a better hostage.

“Fine,” Arianna accepted the offer and he gave her a smile that says she just made the right decision but she felt like she had just fallen into the lion’s den instead.

“First of all, tell your men to step back,” Arianna began the first step of her negotiation. This was time to see if Marcel meant half of what he just said.

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Marcel didn’t say a word, he just tilted his head and they understood the gesture and stepped back at once.

The room was originally spacious, but with their emergence, it felt small and cramped. She was currently standing opposite them, the bed the only thing separating them. With them stepping back, she could move freely now and confirmed that her command was well received.

“My hands are shaky, so move and you might die this time,” Arianna threatened Samuel, her gun pressed to his back as she took out the key with one hand and began to unlock the cuff.

The instant they fell off, Arianna used her feet to push it over to Marcel’s side. There was no way she was bending to pick that cuff else they take advantage of her vulnerable side.

The corners of Marcel’s mouth quirk when he bent to pick the cuff. Normally this would be seen as a huge disrespect to his reputation and a man of his caliber. However, he understood her reason for doing so, hence, instead of being furious at her disrespect, he respected her quick wits instead. You never show your back to an enemy!

However, that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t be punished and perhaps, he would have to teach her a few manners as well. Arianna was not a bird, she was a Phoenix; fiery and majestic. But her wings need to be clipped before she burns the whole world down.

While Marcel looked relatively calm on the surface, the truth was that he was an inferno of activity inside. He was thrilled; filled with excitement at the prospect of the fun they were about to have. Perhaps, if Arianna had seen beyond that surface level, she would have given up on her suicide plan.

“Put it on and make sure it’s properly worn because if I found out you’re lying to me, Marcel, you can kiss your assistant goodbye,” She warned him.

“Hold your horses, woman. I’m a man of my word,” Marcel grinned at her but she frowned down at him.

“You know.....” Marcel went on to speak as if they were friends here and he wasn’t being kidnapped, “I didn’t know you were into this kinky stuff,” He made an innuendo about the cuffs and Arianna went beet red in the face.

She couldn’t stop her creative mind from conjuring an image of Marcel sprawled out on the bed with his hands cuffed to the headboard while she rode him.

God, no! What the hell was wrong with her?!

Her expression distorted at once and Marcel must have known what she was thinking because he gave her a knowing smile.

Arianna glared at him, he was messing with her mind. So she told him coldly, “Step towards me at the same time Samuel leaves,” Arianna was not a fool to let Samuel go before she had Marcel in her hand.

So when Marcel stood in front of them, Arianna pushed Samuel away from her; he had fulfilled his purpose. Samuel glared at her but only for a moment because Marcel gave him a warning look. He then had to walk away to get himself treated before he died from bleeding.

Thankfully Arianna was tall, so she didn’t have to stand on tiptoes when she had her arm around Marcel’s neck, the gun pressed to his temple as she commanded, “Tell them to make a way for me,”

“You heard the lady, do as she says,” Marcel didn’t hesitate to command his men to Arianna’s surprise – she had expected a little argument. Marcel was confusing, Arianna thought, without knowing she was a trapped animal making desperate attempts for freedom.

And so his soldiers immediately created a path for them to go through, their weapons lowered as well so as not to provoke Arianna into making a reckless move like shooting Marcel as she did to Samuel – they all would be dead if that were to happen. Daniel would not let them go.

The soldiers still didn’t understand what their boss Marcel was up to but he was capable enough to take care of himself. Hence, no one interferes.