Taken By The Mafia Lord

The girl had guts, Marcel had to give her that. However, Arianna just crossed a line she shouldn't, no one threatens his people in front of him. It hints at his incompetence. And he hated showing weakness.

It wasn't enough that his men didn't have a good view of her, now they would think the only reason he kept her around was to scratch his itch. If only they knew she hadn't gotten close to an inch of scratching it.

His jaw clenched at her request, get her out of here? Was she kidding him? Hand her on a platter of gold to Elijah? That was over his dead body. That was never happening, but he wouldn't tell her that. She needed to be taught a lesson, this time.

Arianna knew Marcel was not going to grant her that but she was not giving him a choice. So it wasn't surprising when he said, "And what makes you think I care about his life?"

"Ouch!" Arianna said, then turned to Samuel pointedly, "You hear that? The man you work and lay down your life for doesn't give a fuck about you? How does it feel?"

But Samuel didn't respond, his expression passive. Either the man was blindly loyal to Marcel or he was good at hiding his emotion like the rest of them.

"It doesn't work that way, Arianna. You call me a leader, but that's not the truth, I'm a fucking boss and bosses go for the profit even at the detriment of their followers," He said to her.

Arianna's heart skipped a beat. Thanks to Marcel's intimidating words, she began to wonder how foolproof her plan was.

He added, "And you seem to forget, I killed two of my men, why would I flinch over one more."

Arianna's hands holding the gun became clammy while her stomach lurched. This was human lives they were talking about here, how could he be so casual about it.

Marcel went on when no reply came from her, "However if you're so desperate to escape, I'll give you a better option,"

Her gaze narrowed at him, what was he trying to do? What was his plan because Marcel didn't hit her as a magnanimous person especially when it comes to matters regarding her freedom? It was case-sensitive.

Yet she still asked him, "And what exactly is that?"

"Take me instead,"

"What?!"

Apparently, Arianna was not the only one who screamed out her shock because that mystery woman beside him had quite a high pitch accompanied by deep murmurs from his underlings. She even felt Samuel stiffen.

But his men were the first people to recover from their shock. Like the soldiers they were, they had no say in the boss' decision nor could they counter it.

"Are you kidding me?" Arianna found it hard to believe.

"Exactly, are you kidding me?!" The mystery woman butt into their conversation again and Arianna couldn't help but wonder who she was to him because Marcel in question didn't hit her as the type of person to take orders from that barbie. He was king alone in his domain.

Mystery woman faced him," That fucking bitch has a gun and you're volunteering to be her hostage instead?! Are you suicidal or what?!" She shouted at him.

Okie? Did that woman just call her a crazy bitch? Arianna was having a hard time trying to digest that information. Come to think of it, Arianna wondered if it was possible to substitute Samuel for that mystery woman because she was suddenly in the mood to show someone how crazy she could be.

Marcel pinched the space between his brows and said to Victor without even looking at him, "Take her out of here,"

"Gladly," Victor let out a maniacal grin that told Clara she was not going to enjoy this ride at all.

"Y-yo-you! What are you doing?" Clara was fearful the moment Victor whirled upon her. She knew that jerk was going to torment her, it was his form of revenge for everything.

She turned to Marcel and tried to grab his sleeve but Victor had already grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her over his shoulder.

Clara moaned the moment her stomach hit Victor's hard shoulder; he was not gentle at all. The breath was knocked out of her lungs and she couldn't scream until they were already far away from the room. So her banshee-like screams posed minimal discomfort as Victor bounced along the way.

As soon as the "disturbance" was gone, Marcel turned to Arianna, "So what do you say?"

"Like I believe you," Arianna sneered at him, "You're stronger and in a better condition than Samuel, so you're going to overpower me when I agree to the deal. Do you think I'm that stupid, Marcel?" She hissed at him.

"Of course, not," Marcel answered seriously, "Which is why I'm giving you a way out. You're courageous, I admire that,"

Arianna was taken aback by his confession. Hell! She was confused! He was offering to help her and praising her at the same time? She couldn't read his intent anymore.

As if that wasn't enough, Marcel lifted his shirt and got rid of every gun on him - and gave her a quick view of the hard muscles of his stomach.

Gosh, Arianna, focus!

Then his gaze fell on the cuffs around Samuel's wrist, he looked back up at her and went on, "I've gotten rid of all the weapons on me but since you still don't trust me, you can take off the handcuffs on Samuel and gladly restrain me. Then you can hold me hostage and you don't have to worry about my men since you're not an experienced shooter, a mistake and I'll be dead in a heartbeat. In that case, they won't shoot at you, my safety is their priority. So what do you say? Sounds like a good plan, isn't it?"

Arianna's mouth fell open at once, what was going on here? She was the victim here but Marcel was trying to turn her into the antagonist by offering to be a willing hostage?

Who does that?