Taken By The Mafia Lord

She messed up, didn't she?

Arianna realized that at the last minute after Marcel went incredibly still, his face was void of expression yet his arm around her waist tightened with so much strength she couldn't help but cry out in distress, he was crushing her bones.

At that moment she suspected that Marcel was capable of snapping her neck before she saw it happening with the ferocity in his eyes. There was a dangerous aura pulsating out of him and though she couldn't see it, the goosebumps rising on her back were enough evidence.

Without warning, he suddenly yanked her hair back and she yelped, striving to be free but he twisted her arms behind her back. When Marcel stroked them through, smoothing the strands, Arianna was expecting a vicious grip.

But he surprisingly tilted her head, his hand closing around her neck she was sure he was tempted to break. Yet his hand caressed her neck instead, sending tingles that didn't settle well with her. What was he doing?

Before Arianna had the chance to ask what he was doing, Marcel said to her,

"That was the wrong thing to say," There was an edge to his voice. His breath tickled her ear and sent a shiver through her. It was almost as if he was intentionally holding back.

Well, holding back from what? Hurting her? What a joke! Arianna laughed sarcastically. He started hurting her the instant he stepped into her life. What could he do differently now?

So without a sense of self-preservation, - she threw that out the window when she woke up in his territory again - Arianna headbutted him and the string of curses that spewed from his mouth felt divine to her ears. He could feel her pain now.

But to her dismay, Marcel was as tenacious as a bull. Hence even when she hurt him, he let go of her but not entirely. While his hold around her waist loosened, he still held on to her arm when she tried to run, tugging her right back into him.

Ariana was facing him this time and was able to see his eyes holding a fire that she had no doubt would consume the both of them till they were nothing but ashes.

He had a deep thirst to hurt her and Arianna wanted that because that would give her more reasons to hate him, to perceive him as the monster he was.

"She was a lovely woman," He said, even as she grunted and struggled.

Then she frowned, what was he talking about? And it hit her the same way a storm invades a place, his mother?

Arianna felt a quick stab of guilt in her heart? Had she crossed the line by saying that? She had no recollection of her late mother but Arianna was sure she would fight to the death if someone called her father names. So yeah, she did cross the line.

"Nobody gets to tarnish her image, and that includes you," There was a hint of punishment in his tone and that made her back go straight, a chill running through her.

Even before he whirled her around, Arianna had begun fighting, twisting, struggling, all to no avail. Marcel had his strong arm around her neck, trying to disable her using her vital point.

"No!" She can't fall asleep once again. But even as she said that, spots began to swim in her vision and she feared she would pass out soon.

She did.

Marcel was proud of his effort; he didn't kill her. But that doesn't mean he'd be waiting around to be tempted the second time. He was trying so hard to be cordial to her but since she wanted it the hard way, he'd give it to her.

Everyone knew talks regarding his mother were a sensitive spot for him and yet this particular woman dared to offend him - even Victor would never tease him with his mother. Yet this woman had spat those words at his face.

Marcel's chest rose and fell with the heavy breath he took, this stubborn ass of a woman in his arms. What was he going to do with her? Because he sure as hell needed to discipline her.

He had been able to control himself this time, what of the next time? When she spews shit from that beautiful mouth of hers that would do a good work sucking his d*ck instead of fighting him.

Get a grip of yourself, man, Marcel pushed the stupid thought out of his mind.

Arianna was off-limits, he had reminded himself that over and over since he laid his eyes on her in that bridal gown on her wedding day. Marcel had to remind himself that she had no choice in the wedding from the start - and it was all thanks to him.

As far as Elijah was still out there and he hadn't gotten his weapons back, Marcel knew he would continuously hurt her. All eyes were on him and expecting a result, he couldn't go all soft on her like a puppy.

Moreover, Arianna needed to be reminded of her place. She can't keep challenging his authority and courting death. So even if it was going to make her mad and further ruin their non-existent relationship, this was something he had to do.

He has tried already, Arianna brought this on herself. But that was her charm; fiery, sassy, and strong. She was the first woman he met that has made his blood boil and melt at the same time. She was too big a distraction.

So Marcel carried her in his arms and walked back to the house with everyone staring at him. Thankfully, none stared at Arianna lustfully else they would be missing that eye.

He handed her over to Samuel who seemed apprehensive about this particular task. They knew how protective he was of her and one wrong move could cost him his life.

"Keep her grounded," Marcel told him.

Until he knows what to do with her.

And where the fuck was Victor!