Taken By The Mafia Lord

Arianna stiffened as soon as Marcel asked that question. The both of them were naked under the sheet and she hadn’t been able to sleep after they had sex no, made love. What she and Marcel shared moments ago was something out of this world; he made her feel loved.

However, because Marcel was pressing fluttering kisses against her neck, Arianna was able to relax under his touch. She couldn’t tell if he was doing that on purpose, but it was working and she confessed, “You died.”

Marcel stopped moving and that was expected. Who would rejoice after being told he would die? Hence, Arianna carefully turned to meet his face, expecting to see a solemn expression, however, it stunned her when she saw Marcel trying hard to put on a straight face and failed.

He laughed, “Everyone dies, baby girl,” and buried his face into the crook of her neck this time, tugging her skin between his teeth and nipped it.

“It is not funny,” Arianna pushed him away because he was distracting her. Moreover, the man was insatiable considering they just had sex not long ago, although they always did go for more than one round. Damn, this was not the time to think about sex.

She had a scary dream where he died and this was not just the work of her imagination because Arianna had a feeling that dream would have come to reality had Elijah gone after Marcel last night. Who knows, her fainting might have saved his life because she brought the attention to herself and Elijah didn’t have the chance to single Marcel out and destroy him.

A shiver went through Arianna when she thought of Elijah. It made her uneasy. And to think she was close to seeing what he looked like last night but couldn’t because she was distracted.

Now that Elijah knows that she and Marcel are together, what was he going to do? He would give up on her, right? She seriously hoped so – even though her guts told her otherwise. From the short time they knew each other, Elijah was a pretty determined person, and that scared her more.

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Marcel let her push him away and laid on his back with a deep exhale before he pushed himself to his side, his head propped up, and raised his brows saying, “I was being serious.”

“You are not serious enough,” Arianna argued, “You find dying funny?” She glared at him. His nonchalant attitude about his safety pissed her.

“I’m in constant danger, Arianna, I would go crazy if I thought about the possibility of dying every day. However, just because I fear something, doesn’t mean I have to let that fear cripple me. Trust me, my love, I need a sound mind to lead my family.” Marcel told her softly, tugging the lock of hair away from her face.

“You can’t die now,” She told him, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Arianna was not a crybaby, but she found out that matters concerning Marcel’s safety made her emotional, especially with a rogue Elijah around the corner.

Arianna couldn’t tell Marcel about her encounter with Elijah last night knowing that would only provoke him to go after him. It was not enough that Marcel was extremely possessive of her, if she by chance, told him that her ex-boyfriend or lover – she couldn’t even tell what they were to each other – was here to take her away from him, she didn’t know what Marcel would do.

As much as she loved Marcel, he couldn’t kill Elijah, the guilt would gnaw at her for eternity. It was all her fault that Elijah was returning for her and it was her fault for betraying him as well. But she was not in control of her feelings and it was kind of sick that she fell for her captor in the end. However, she was really happy with Marcel now – okay, maybe not thoroughly with her freedom restricted – but she is contented with him.

Arianna hoped Elijah respected her wishes since he knew both of them were a couple now. She didn’t want him to risk his life saving her. Marcel didn’t fully trust her at the moment knowing that she might still be tempted to leave him at the offer of freedom, but there was time and she would be able to convince him. He can’t keep her here forever anyway. For sure, It would not be easy, but with love, she would be able to change him and make him trust her more. She just prayed that Elijah wouldn’t destroy her plan.

If only Arianna knew what Elijah looked like or had a chance of communicating with him, then she would tell him to give up on her. It was a twist of fate but not everyone was designed to have a fairytale kind of ending. If all the girls married the good men, then who would the bad ones marry?

Arianna came to the understanding that this was her fate and fighting it would only make things difficult. Society might abhor people like Marcel but at the same time, the world needed him to create the perfect balance between good and bad. If the world was only filled with good people, then it would be a utopia. Unfortunately, humans were their own problems and the earth was no fucking utopia.

“Who said anything about dying now?” Marcel asked her with all manner of seriousness and Arianna gulped, unable to come up with an answer. He can’t know that she was worried about him because of Elijah. The phantom ghost was her mess and she would clean it up without bloodshed. She can’t lose Marcel the same way she can’t lose Elijah.

Marcel leaned over her, “I told you, I don’t die easily, Mio Caro. My darling.”

At once, Arianna’s heart skipped a beat. He sounded sexy when he spoke those words.

Marcel dipped his closer as if he was going to kiss her only to say, “Trust me, when I say I would live long enough to have ten kids with you and we’d grow old together,”

Arianna’s jaw dropped.