Taken By The Mafia Lord

"I don't really like this," Arianna complained, wiggling in the dress like a fish out of water.

After Big Joe announced his plans of having breakfast with her, Clara took over the role of dressing her up for the occasion. And she came up with the idea of dressing cute yet sexy for her husband to be (so she reminds her constantly). Arianna was going to be sick.

Currently, she was wearing a floral V-neck Midi dress. The deep neck showed off a lot of cleavages than she usually would. Arianna bet Big Joe would concentrate more on her breast than the food on the table - and she didn't like it, one bit.

Arianna was a reserved person and hardly showed skin in her dressing - that was more of Mimi's style. Not to mention that she was quite conscious of her body, especially now she lost weight. She must look like a skeleton. She cringed at the thought of looking at a mirror.

"Stop doing that," Cassie slapped her hand away when she tugged at the neckline again as if trying to pull it together to cover her exposed cleavage. This was highly inappropriate.

"I can't wear this," Arianna shook her head, resolute in her decision, "I need a decent cloth that I'm most comfortable in,"

"Well, sorry but you don't have room for comfort right now,"

"What?" Arianna couldn't understand what she was trying to say.

"Listen to me," Cassie turned her to her, placing both hands on her shoulder as they faced each other, "I believe I've been here longer than you, and I can only tell you right now that you're in trouble,"

At the mention of "trouble," Arianna's heart skipped a beat, and she swallowed a lump down her throat.

"T-trouble," She choked, confused at the same time, "Why am I in trouble? I didn't do anything wrong,"

"Yes, you did not do anything wrong, yet, you did." Cassie hinted at the past and it finally dawned on Arianna. As she feared, Big Joe was going to punish her for running away. Her heart rate increased, she's dead.

Cassie went on, "You're Big Joe's bride yet you took off before your wedding was even scheduled, that's as good as giving him the middle finger. Your attitude is fiery and if left unchecked could escalate into an inferno in the future. Moreover, in the Mafia, women are meant to be below the men and that is what he's going to do... Put you in your place, "

A sense of dread washed over Arianna when she heard Cassie say those words. Although she had thought of the possibility of that happening, having someone else confirm that only heightened the fear in her heart. What was she going to do now?

She looked down and gestured, "Then what's the point of this? If he's intent on putting me in my place, I might as well wear sackcloth to my execution. That would definitely fit the theme,"

"He would not kill you, I'm sure of that. You're his bride and would do everything to keep you alive else that's a bad investment. However, don't lower your guard because I'm sure he would strike where it hurts the most," Cassie advised her.

To Arianna's surprise, Cassie placed both hands on her cheeks and cupped them. If she wasn't such a high fan of Kenith, Arianna would have thought she has a crush on her.

"You're dressed to kill. What man in his right senses would lay a hand on a beautiful woman like you?" She smiled knowingly.

Oh, so that was the plan. Dazzle Big Joe with her "great" beauty that he forgets to punish her. Yeah, great plan. Extremely great plan.

This was the worst plan ever!!!!!

But Cassie continued, "You're a woman, it's innate. Charm him with your wiles and I believe I don't need to teach you how to bewitch a man since you're so good at it," she patted her on the shoulder.

"W-what?" Arianna blinked twice as she swallowed the information Cassie just fed her. Although her advice was quite helpful, it sounded offensive at the same time and she was just about to ask Cassie what she meant by that when a knock sounded on the door and distracted her.

The question skipped her mind.

"Coming!" Cassie shouted and then turned to Arianna whose heart was now beating faster than before. It was time to step into hell.

"You have to go," Cassie told her and for the last time, looked her over in case of a malfunction before opening the door to let her the guard Big Joe sent over, in.

As Arianna thought, the first place the man's gaze landed was on her breast and she turned to Cassie with a look that says, "Told ya"

Cassie merely shrugged, innocently.

Irritated by his ogling, Arianna pulled her red hair that Cassie curled earlier to her front. She made her red curls rest on her chest, covering her cleavage a bit and at the same time, roused the man from his "inspection".

Arianna glowered at him and the man rubbed his nose, embarrassed that he had been caught in the process of staring.

He cleared his throat, "Sorry,"

"Get me out of here," Was all Arianna said with a commanding tone and a frowning face. She wished she could throw him a punch in the face.

However, before Arianna left, she turned to Cassie and said properly with a slight bow of her head, "Thank you,"

It seems she was wrong to judge Cassie, she was a good person and different from everybody else here. But Kenith had been the same as her in the beginning until he showed his true color, an inner voice reasoned inside of her. But Arianna pushed it away, this was not the time for it.

"It's nothing," Cassie grinned sheepishly, "Moreover, working with you excused me from duty and that sure is a big favor," She said.

"I'll see you when I'm back," Arianna said, knowing she would have enough stories for their conversation later in the day - depending on what Big Joe's planning and if she returns alive.

"I'll be waiting," Cassie replied, beginning to wave as the guard showed her the way out.

As soon as Arianna was out of the room, the smile on Cassie's face died off and she scoffed derisively. She hoped Arianna died there.

It was not a long walk and Arianna did her best to master the number of rooms and turns they made incase an opportunity arises to leave this hellhole - if she survives today.

Her heart kept bumping hard and fast having known what she was about to face, her death. Arianna bet he was taking her to a dungeon where she would be tortured for her disobedience. But when she arrived at her destination and was welcomed to a room, her jaw dropped.

What is this?