Taken By The Mafia Lord

Arianna knew even before she awoke that there was trouble in the air. So when she sat up to see Kenith leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest and staring straight at her, she gulped fearfully.

How long has she been out and has he been watching her all along? It was creepy.

"It's high time already," Kenith hinted at her waking up. He pushed his body off the wall and stood straight, hands in his pocket asking, "Did you have a nice sleep?"

Arianna didn't say anything yet the glare she gave him was enough to put a bullet through his head if that was possible.

"Oh, you don't get to look at me that way like I'm the bad guy here!" He pointed at her, "I gave you everything! I made you comfortable here! Made you feel at home and yet what did you repay me with? You took off!"

"This is not my home!" Arianna retorted, raising her voice at him, "This is not my home and would never be my home! So you take me back where I'm supposed to be!"

At once Kenith stomped over to her side yet Arianna refused to be intimidated. They can do their worst, she's no longer scared of them. What more can they do to her anyway? Beat her? Torture her? Well, Marcel already did a good job of crushing her spirit.

Arianna never took off her gaze even when Kenith leaned towards her and grabbed her chin quite tightly, causing her pain.

"You have no right to order me," Kenith hissed through gritted teeth, "I have been nice to you since the day you came here and I deserve a little respect from you," He was annoyed by that disdain in her eyes.

"Point of correction," Arianna said firmly, "I didn't come here on my own, you were the one who took me here, neither did I ask you to be nice to me because it never made a difference anyway," She spat.

No, Kenith's kindness did make a difference but Arianna was so angry and frustrated she didn't care anymore. They could beat her - she needed the pain anyway. Arianna needed to be reminded why she should have never been involved with people like this - with people like Elijah and Marcel.

She must have been stupid to think that her life would be peaceful after messing with danger. Nobody puts their hand in the flame and expects not to be burned. She played with fire and has been scorched down to her soul.

At once, Kenith released his grip and began to laugh. He laughed so hard that he fell back on the bed and stood up again as the laughter faded, replaced by a cold, murderous look in his eyes that sent goosebumps down her arm.

Without warning, Kenith grabbed her chin once again with a force that made her wince, her eyes watering. Arianna didn't want to cry but the pain was too much; he was hurting her.

"So I'm the bad guy now and Marcel's what? Your messiah?" Kenith laughed, however, the crinkles around his eyes were so sardonic Arianna was beginning to fear for her life. He looked like a psychopath.

"Y-you're hurting me," Arianna managed to speak above the pain. It almost seemed like he wanted to crush her jaw.

However, Kenith didn't even look like he was listening because he went on with his accusation, "I'm the bad guy because I decided to give you a good life with Big Joe and Marcel who does nothing for you, you open your legs for him?!"

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Arianna cried out. The trees were freely flowing down her cheeks now.

As if God finally heard her prayers, he released her jaw but he moved to her scalp instead. Kenith clutched a fistful of her hair, tangling his hand with it, and pushed up her face so he was looking down into it.

Arianna didn't know which one was worse now, the jaw or the hair. Her scalp was tingling in pain and her hand moved to his grip in her hair, trying to loosen it. At this rate, she would suffer massive hair loss.

"What's so special about Marcel?"

"Nothing!"

"Don't lie to me!" Kenith screamed at her face, "I know that you slept with him. Why do you think he's done with you already?"

Arianna wanted to defend herself badly. Do people assume that just because she was pretty and pursued greatly by men, she let every one of them into her pants?

But what was the use? No matter what she said now, Kenith was already biased against her and why should she even explain herself to him? It was none of his business.

"So what?" She challenged him.

"What?" Kenith was confused.

"I slept with Marcel and I'm his slut as you say, what has that got to do with you?" Arianna told him, her swollen red eyes boring into his with intensity, "I don't owe anyone but Big Joe an explanation!" She was not scared of death anymore. They could do whatever they wanted with her.

After that outburst, a tensed silence reigned between them until an unsettling smile appeared on Kenith's face, "In that case, why not be my slut as well?"

"What?" All color drained from Arianna's face and she didn't have time to brace herself before Kenith pulled her down by the neck and kissed her.

What the hell?

There was nothing romantic nor electrifying about the kiss, just Kenith's primal need to dominate her. At once, her eyes flew open and Arianna placed both of her hands on his shoulder, trying to push him away.

Unfortunately, Kenith was all male and powerful and the more she tried to push him away, the further it made him excited because he saw her gesture as her trying to play hard to get. In his twisted mind, he thought she wanted this as well.

But when his tongue moved inside her mouth, Arianna bit his tongue so hard she might as well have become a cannibal.