Taken By The Mafia Lord

However, Arianna refused to back down. He cannot suppress her voice. This was an opportunity to find a purpose and get him to trust her. She can't back down now.

"Don't deny it, Marcel, I'm the better person for this job. Your father doesn't know me -"

"As if, " Marcel hinted that Daniel knows everything.

"Even if he does," Arianna told him while stepping back since he was coming at her, "I'm sure he simply brushed me off as one of the many women in your bed. Just like you, who would think an innocent-looking redhead is capable of anything... " Arianna said the last part very hurriedly because he got to her and pushed her into the wall.

She slightly gasped from the pain that shot into her back from the impact with the wall, but Arianna pushed it to the back of her mind. She bravely stared at Marcel's eyes, currently burning with fire, yet continued, "And let's admit it, you won't find anyone as skilled as me on a short notice?"

And to prove her point, Arianna lifted her hand and let the keys she had stolen from his pocket in the space of a second dangle from her hand challengingly.

With a grumble, Marcel snatched the keys from her. He had forgotten that aside from being a temptress, she was a pretty pickpocket as well. This was the crime that brought them together in the first place. Kind of cute now he thought about it.

She then tipped her head to the side, waiting for a positive response from him.

"You are not going anywhere, that's my decision,"

Her face fell at once, was he kidding her right now? Arianna tried to say a word but Marcel pressed her further into the wall, trying to intimidate her.

"She does have a point though, Marcel," Victor said all of a sudden and Arianna loved him at that moment. Victor was her favorite person from now on unlike his stubborn-headed cousin, "No one would see her coming. We're running on a short time and you heard her, she's skilled."

But Marcel turned to his cousin with a glare, "Don't encourage her!"

Immediately, Victor pressed his lips together, giving total surrender.

"Seriously?!" Arianna was so vexed her blood was literally boiling with rage. How could Victor give up like this? Why doesn't anyone in this organization challenge this stubborn mule of a man?!

If only Arianna knew challenging his authority was equivalent to death and she was the only one that has done it over and over again without bearing the consequences.

And without as much as a warning, that neanderthal caveman carried her off the ground and dropped her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

At first, Arianna screamed in shock at the suddenness of the whole thing. One moment she was standing and the next she was defying gravity with the help of his shoulders. Her anger returned once again, he was trying to silence her voice.

"Let me down right now!" She thundered.

He didn't listen.

"Marcelo Xavier Luciano," Arianna spat out, "I'm going to make you regret every bit of this moment!" She threatened him.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Marcel didn't take her seriously at all.

Upon discovering that her threat fell on deaf ears, Arianna decided on brute force. She struggled desperately and was close to slipping off his shoulder when Marcel suddenly tightened his grip and spanked her hard on the butt.

Arianna screamed and not because of the pain, but his audacity. How dare he!

"Are you crazy?! We agreed on you not touching me!" Arianna was seething with both embarrassment and anger. He spanked her in front of his men who had seen everything. She was sure they were going to talk about it; she was not his mistress.

"Of course, I remember," Marcel was nonchalant as he said, "But this is discipline,"

"You asshole! F***king madman!'' Arianna used as many profanities as she could remember on him.

"Your words are quite colorful," Was all Marcel said and went on with his journey. There was nothing as annoying as he treating her as if she was nothing but a mere child throwing a tantrum. She was a capable woman for Christ's sake!

As soon as he carried Arianna into her room, Marcel tossed her on the bed as if she weighed nothing. But Arianna was up on her feet instantly only for Marcel to push her back on the bed and press her down with his large body. He held her hands above her head making it impossible for her to struggle against him.

"You son of a monkey! Poo on a stick!

Sufferin' succotash! Son of a gun! Mother fucking annoying scumbag!" Arianna cursed without taking a break. Hence when she was finally done, she struggled to catch her breath; her chest heaving heavily.

"Are you done?" Marcel said, as if he had been waiting for her to calm down.

Arianna opened her mouth, ready to continue from where she stopped only for Marcel to suddenly press his arousal against her. She stiffened, and her eyes widened to the size of saucers. What the….?!

"That is what you do to me when you pour out those shitty words from your cute little mouth," He breathed, pressing his body further against her.

With her heart pounding in her chest, the sexual tension between them suddenly increased. With the way he looked at her, Arianna thought he was really going to kiss her, but when he didn't say a word, she took advantage of the opportunity to say, "I can really do this, Marcel. I'm not trying to run away or something, you would catch me nonetheless. But just let me prove myself this time. I'm bored to death here. There's nothing for me to do."

Arianna hoped her words would change his mind but he only caressed her face with his hand. Marcel looked at her as if she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and she had to admit, her heart skipped a beat.

But that was until he said, "I'm sorry but I can't lose you and Chloe at the same time."

And with that, he got off her and left the room.