Taken By The Mafia Lord

With Mimi and Winters on their mission, he and Victor and the rest of his soldiers had a meeting. Judging from the fact that she wasn’t invited, Arianna could tell that whatever they were discussing was not just about Chloe, it was sensitive and they couldn’t let her in. And now, Marcel was dressing up to leave and Arianna remembered that she was the only jobless person here.

“Love,” Marcel flashed her that smile that seemed to melt her soul from the inside out and Arianna shook her head inwardly, she was a goner. Her feelings for this man were so strong to the point it frightened her.

“Come in,” He told her, “Why are you lingering at the door like an unvited guest when you know this place belongs to you,” Marcel readily exposed her plans for her. He wanted to make her his wife.

Arianna came into his room, a smile on the corner of her lips with her heart fluttering happily. She looked like a girl satisfied with the candy her mother bought her, only that Marcel did a better job than her real mother would ever do. God, why did she even bring up that woman?

Honestly, Arianna couldn’t understand herself. Sometimes, she wished to see that woman, her biological mother that abandoned her, and other times, she wished to have nothing to do with her. But then, there was an arching need to see her at the end of the day and get all of her questions answered, like why did she abandon her?

Did she hate her that much? Arianna knew that money was never an issue since her late father had enough – at least until he died and her uncle converted them – and was able to take care of her. What then prompted her mother to deceive her into thinking that she was dead and leave her for years? Something smells fishy and Arianna couldn’t ignore it.

She wasn’t looking for her to start up some loving mother-daughter relationship with her, no, that would never happen again because it was too late for that. After all, her mother could be living a good life somewhere and as cheated and aggrieved and angry as Arianna was at her, she couldn’t ruin that.

Marcel stretched his hand for her to take and as soon as she put her hand in his, he pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her, placing his chin on top of her head because as tall as Arianna was, Marcel still towered over her.

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They stayed that way for a while, just wrapped in each other’s arms, enjoying the warmth of their bodies until Arianna asked, “You’re going somewhere?”

“Mmm hmm, duty calls,” Marcel answered and Arianna pulled away so that she could look into his eyes with questioning looks.

“Don’t worry, it’s not dangerous, just a few meetings with my clients and I’ll be home to spend the rest of the day with you, amore,” He kissed the top of her head and her heart missed a bit. Gah, this teenage love, Arianna blushed red.

Looking away from him, she took in his appearance and as usual, Marcel was dressed in his designer shirt and jeans, but her brows slightly furrowed when she found out that the top buttons were opened, revealing his bronze chest and his firm chest. As the young leader of the crime family, Marcel always worked out and kept himself in shape and Arianna liked to trail her hands down those hard biceps.

“These clients...” Arianna started, her words coated with an emotion that Marcel was trying to get a grasp on,

“Are they men or women?” She asked, her hands fingering the lapels of his shirt.

That was it, she was jealous, Marcel found out and for some reason, the thought pleased him. The fact that Arianna was jealous meant that she was afraid to lose him, right? So he decided to tease her a little.

Marcel had a thoughtful look on his face when he said, “I didn’t ask around but I think I have an appointment with -”

Arianna didn’t even wait around for Marcel to finish the rest of his statement before she literally growled, and began to button up the rest of his shirt right up to the top button. Clara was already giving her a big headache, what if a more powerful client falls for Marcel this time?

Instead of kidnapping his sister Chloe, what if the woman gets so obsessed with Marcel to the point that she seduces him and they have a child together? Can she be able to endure that? Would she spend the rest of her days chasing off Marcel’s admirers? That seems like a lot of headaches.

Knowing Daniel, he would no doubt have the both of them get married especially if she comes from a powerful background unlike her. Now that she thought about it, Arianna realized that she and Marcel were not in the same league. If Marcel had gone through the proper way, the both of them wouldn’t be together.

Marcel was from a powerful crime family and needed to marry someone of the same standing – and she was not that person. Sure, she had a few grand in her trust fund that would come into her acquisition a year later, but she has no standing, no connection, no supporters. In one word, she was ordinary.

“I like it when you’re possessive,” Marcel said, nuzzling his face into her neck and deeply inhaling her scent. If Arianna was a drug, then he would happily have her every day.

Arianna sighed, rousing from her thoughts. She tilted her head to the side, giving him more access as Marcel began to pepper her neck with kisses and made her shiver.

“I wish I could spend the rest of the day with you,” Marcel murmured into her skin before pushing himself back with a lot of willpower.

“We could have a quickie,” Arianna couldn’t even believe that she was the one suggesting that. What was happening to her?

“I would love to, however, you’re too tempting and I don’t trust myself around you. So till I return home, sweetheart,” He said with a hint of dark promise that made color rise to her cheeks.

And just like that, Arianna let him go.