Taken By The Mafia Lord

"What do you mean by that?" Her face split into a confused one.

Marcel looked smug now he got her attention. He had the upper hand in this conversation while Arianna was full of curiosity with her brows drawn together suspiciously.

He told her confidently, "Do you think I'm the only one Elijah has as an enemy?"

Arianna frowned at that question. If Elijah had more enemies, then it wasn't good. She knew as a mercenary, he was bound to offend many people, but the reality didn't hit her until now.

She raised her chin, "So?" What was the point of him telling her that Elijah has many enemies? How was that in connection with issues of her freedom?

She was treating this case trivially, Marcel thought. No problem, he would show her the privileges she has been enjoying so far. She would know how to thank him for how he has cared for her.

"So you should be lucky I found you first," He stated.

"What?" Arianna let out a huff, she couldn't believe him. She knew Marcel had a huge ego but this amount of arrogance was not acceptable.

"You heard it right,"

"Oh my God!" Arianna gasped, rubbing her temple. She was the fool to even listen in the first place. What had she even been thinking?

"I'm not done," Marcel said to her as if he knew what she wasn't taking him serious.

"Well, I don't intend to listen to more of your -"

"You would listen to the end of this conversation whether you like it or not, are we clear?!"

The ferocity in Marcel's gray eyes was what scared her so much and at that moment, she had no doubt that he would have killed her if she dared misbehave. Arianna didn't even realize that he was holding her wrist to the point of bruising because her heart was pounding in her chest.

"Y-yes," She muttered, nodding obediently.

"Good."

It was just one word but it did many wonders like bringing her back to life. Marcel was not going to condone her actions from now on, so she had to tread carefully. He was a total Mafia - emotionless, heartless, and destructive.

"Now, where was I?" Marcel was happy that she was beginning to cooperate. See? He knew women best. He was totally right. Just a little aggression, and she's tamed already. Victor should see this.

"You see, Arianna …." He took a step closer, "You would discover that most men from the underworld aren't kind nor the perfect gentleman from your fluffy romance novels. And if someone like Kenith....."

At the mention of Kenith, goosebumps filled Arianna's arms. Even without Marcel finishing his words, she could tell where this conversation was headed.

"Was the first to get to you?" Marcel leaned his head towards her, just as his hand snaked around her waist. She tried to ignore the tingling in her body his hand brought as it sensually traveled up her back.

Arianna gasped slightly when his hot breath hit the back of her ear and she nearly jumped out of her skin. But Marcel was a master of seduction because he immediately whispered into her ears, "He would have you immediately,"

Although the thoughts of Kenith doing that to her repelled Arianna and she considered throwing up, Marcel's touch was comforting. Almost soothing like a lullaby.

While he spoke, he continued drawing circles on her back and though the clothes formed a barrier between them, Arianna could swear that touch brand her skin. She could feel his warmth as if the clothes weren't there in the first place. She kind of liked it.

"He would r*pe you and kill you in the end if he gets no information from you regarding your boyfriend. But if it pleases him, he would keep you around as his sex slave whether you like it or not."

That last part made Arianna horrified that not even Marcel's touch could calm her. She trembled terribly. Right from time, Arianna has heard tales of how cruel Mafia Lords were and how they treated women, using them for their dark amusement and self - gratification. But to think she would have almost become a victim of that circumstance had she not met Marcel first, scared the life out of her. If it was put that way, that means she owed Marcel a lot.

"He would break you to the point that even when the so-called love of your life, Elijah, comes back for you, he wouldn't recognize you. Even if he does, you won't go with him. Why?" He asked, holding her gaze.

Arianna gulped, she already knew the answer and Marcel knew that as well because he smirked coldly as he said,

"Because your soul has been soiled beyond redemption and the dark becomes your only refuge. So for once, Mi Amor, be grateful for meeting me."

Arianna didn't react for a while, letting his words sink into her head. With her head lowered, she looked repentant. And yes, Arianna was quite grateful for meeting him first because, unlike the others, Marcel has a soft spot for her - and that would be his downfall.

"You're right," Arianna suddenly said to his surprise.

His brows arched at once, sincerely surprised. Arianna was conceding to him that easily? That was new - and hard to believe.

"I didn't realize how much you did for me until now and I kept tormenting and blaming you for everything that has happened so far," Arianna said, palming her face in shame. She then removed her hand only for a tear to slip down her cheek.

Oh.

Marcel stood at the spot with no clue what to do. This was the first time he was seeing this gentle side to Arianna - at least she was vulnerable right now.

"I'm a selfish bitch!"

"No, you're not," He was quick to defend her, "You just needed to adjust with time." Marcel comforted her. It seems Victor was right in his own way, he had to be gentle with her.

"How didn't I realize how sweet you are?" Arianna said, cupping his cheek with a hand.

Marcel chuckled, he was nothing but sweet. But if he wanted her to be sweet, he could be one too - he just had to do a lot of research online.

Arianna caressed his cheeks and suddenly the air became charged when his gaze flickered down to her lips, at the same time her hand mistakenly brushed his lower lips.

How soft.

Suddenly, they were leaning in.

However, the moment their lips were about to connect, merely brushing across, Arianna stilled and said coldly, "I bet this is what you wanted, right?"

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