Taken By The Mafia Lord

She suggested, “Perhaps we can have one of our people assist you.”

“No, thank you for your concern but I can -”

Marcel bumped his head into his on purpose to break away from his grip and Victor groaned from the pain, cursing out loudly. What on earth had he gotten himself into by deciding to chaperone his cousin today?

As for Marcel, he ran over to Arianna’s side, almost startling her in the process yet she didn’t do anything. She stood as still as a stone as Marcel wrapped his arms around her waist and clung to her side like a little child who was scared of being away from his mother.

“Don’t leave me. Don’t let them take me, Arianna. I don’t want to leave you,” Marcel said, holding on to her tighter, leaving her dumbfounded, as well as shocking everyone else around her with his childish attitude.

Watching Marcel’s drunken drama aggravated Victor and he decided that he was done with him. If Marcel wished to sleep over at the Draven’s residence and risk having one of them slit his throat in the middle of his sleep, then so be it. He was done with him – even though he knew deep down that he couldn’t let him be.

Looking at Marcel who refused to let go of her waist, Arianna thought it over and decided, “I think I should go with him,”

“Huh?”

.....

“What?”

Everyone was stunned by her decision, most especially her mother, who then narrowed her gaze at her.

Seeing her mother’s suspicious look, Arianna quickly explained, “It seems that I’m the only one that can calm him down enough for Victor to safely get him home and then I can return.” She assumed.

And to prove her point, Marcel murmured, “I don’t want to go without you, Arianna.”

Arianna was right, everyone could see that, but all eyes were on Natalie knowing that she would never approve of it.

“It is late.” Natalie hinted at the possibility of her finding it difficult to return home at this time.

Although Natalie finally approved of Marcel because of her close relationship with his mother, Penelope, and her sacrifice in the past, she still couldn’t fathom the thought of her daughter returning to that place where he held her hostage for months. What if Arianna decides not to return afterward? She was unsure about this.

“Urm…” Arianna said to Eric, “Perhaps one of your men can ride with us and take me back then.”

Natalie’s eyes lit up with the idea, “Good idea -”

“He can bring you back home,” Eric cut his wife off before she could conclude on the matter, gesturing at Victor who pointed at his chest,

“Me?”

He blinked at Eric. How did he get involved in this? However, Victor received the secret signal Eric gave him and responded immediately,

“Of course. I’ll bring her back home.”

Thanks to their carefully constructed plan, Natalie wasn’t outnumbered and she couldn’t go against it.

“Fine then.” Her mother had no choice but to give in. Moreover, she already promised to give Natalie a chance and this was the time to prove it.

“Thank you!” Arianna was relieved and then said to Marcel, “Alright, come on, we need to go.” She tried to make him stand upright but he was too heavy for her and Victor had to come to her aid. This time, Marcel did not push him away since he had Arianna by his side and his attention was on her the entire time as they walked over to their car and pushed him in.

“Arianna… where are….?” Marcel groaned, reaching for her as soon as he was seated inside the car and Arianna hurriedly climbed in after him.

“I am here.” She answered.

Marcel at once hugged her waist once again before laying his head down on her lap. He buried his face in her stomach, greedy to make contact with her while a contented smile curved the corners of his mouth. Marcel sniffed in her scent before muttering gibberish Arianna didn’t even bother to interpret.

She simply dug her hand into his silky hair and began to massage his scalp making Marcel release a moan. He then snuggled closer into her and Arianna giggled at the action.

Marcel was almost like his lion Samson who always behaved like he was starved of affection and liked her running her hands through his mane. And that was exactly what she did to Marcel, except he didn’t have a mane of course. Nonetheless, her touch must have been soothing to him because he fell asleep in no time while Victor drove them home.

“What are you doing?” Eric asked his wife when she showed no attempt of going on with him after Victor drove away from their residence.

Natalie sighed, rubbing her hands up and down her arms thanks to the night breeze. She said to him,

“I want to wait outside for Arianna until she returns home.”

“She’s not returning,” Eric dropped the bombshell on her and Natalie whipped around to face him with wide eyes.

“What?!” Her eyes nearly popped out of its socket from the shock. Natalie glared at him, asking through gritted teeth, “What have you done, Eric?”

“Come on, love, they’re two hot-blooded couples, let them have the fun they want.” Eric nudged her playfully with his hips, hoping to escape her impending wrath with his charming smile.

“Eric!” Natalie went red in the face. How could he deceive her like that? She would have squeezed the life out of him if she didn’t love him.

She scolded him, “You don’t make decisions like that without ….”

However, the rest of her words were muffled as Eric took her lips in a kiss out of nowhere. The kiss was sweet yet brief and Natalie was a bit disoriented when they broke apart. Until she discovered that it was all a distraction.

“You-! ” She was about to give him a piece of her mind when Eric kissed her once again and this time it was longer and sweeter. Eric kissed her hard, easing every form of resistance from her body that by the time they pulled away once more, Natalie began to wonder why she was even resisting him in the first place.

She was the one that tugged him forward by the shirt, pulling him in for another round of kisses until her head was reeling from the sensation.

“Let’s go in,” Natalie suggested with ragged breathing, giving little or no care about her daughter. At the moment, all that mattered was her husband and she was determined to have him tonight – and would make sure to lock the door properly.

And just like that, Eric successfully took her mind off Arianna returning home that night.

At the same time…

They arrived at the base and Arianna didn’t know which one was worse, having a drunken hyperactive Marcel or a sleeping drunken Marcel because his weight had tripled and she struggled to hold him up while Victor parked the car in the garage.

Suddenly his weight was easily taken off her and Arianna lifted her head in surprise only to see that it was Luca and she was able to breathe freely. As if it was a surprise seeing him once more, Luca flung Marcel over his shoulder as if he weighed nothing and Arianna’s jaw dropped to the ground.

“What the….”

She didn’t have time to marvel over his strength because Luca left right away and Arianna had no choice but to follow after him to make sure that Marcel was okay. Arianna had to admit that it was nostalgic going visiting this house once more but she didn’t have time to relish the memories because they ended up in Marcel’s room and Luca dropped him on the bed as if he was a sack of potatoes.

“Easy….” She glared at Luca who only stretched and flexed his shoulder muscles.

“You can take care of him now, right?”

“Huh?”

“I’m leaving,”

“Wait…” Arianna was still saying but Luca left already. What’s with the cold attitude? Could it be that he was mad at her for leaving their boss? She considered that possibility.

However, there was no time to think about that problem, her gaze settling on Marcel sprawled out on the bed instead. Arianna set to work by undressing him, she couldn’t let Marcel sleep with his clothes on. So she stripped him down to only his boxers knowing Marcel loved sleeping with little or no clothing at all. But then, her eyes were going to remain holy tonight.

Done, Arianna looked at her work in satisfaction. Now, it was time to keep to her promise by returning home. But the moment Arianna turned, Marcel tugged her down to the bed and wrapped his body around her like a damn octopus so she couldn’t escape him even if she wanted to.

“Don’t leave me…” Marcel murmured, holding her tight, unwilling to let go.

Arianna gave up when all her efforts to get out of his death grip proved abortive. Fine, she would concede to him for the moment, and then when Marcel falls asleep, she would leave.

That was her plan.

But it was quite unfortunate that sleep had other plans….