Taken By The Mafia Lord

A whole day went by with no progress. Not that she didn't try, but Marcel has been avoiding her since then. It was her fault anyway and she was trying to right her wrong but he was not giving her a chance to do it.

You could almost say that Arianna was the one stalking him today? Amid the awkwardness, she came down for breakfast, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but he was not there. According to his men, he had already left for a business meeting.

Was this how it felt the time Marcel wronged her? Compared to this, she gave him a tough time then. This must be him avenging her for all those times she tortured him.

"Ugh," Arianna groaned, running her hand through her hair in frustration, and turned to the dog sitting on her bed and staring at her.

After the disagreement yesterday, Arianna returned to see the dog on her bed and it kept her company ever since.

"What should I do, Redhead?" Arianna asked the dog with a pitiful look. She had thrown away her pride to apologize to his master yet he wouldn't see her. She must have really hurt him this time.

"This is so frustrating," Arianna tossed and turned on the bed while the dog watched.

She needed to see Mimi as well and apologize for what she said yesterday. God, why was she pushing everyone away like this?! She must be out of her mind.

"No," Arianna sat up and carried Redhead up to face her. She looked it square in the face, saying, "I can't give up like this. Losers don't win and winners don't quit either. No matter what it takes, I must see Marcel today,"

Arianna made up her mind.

Marcel can't hide from her forever. So she kept her eyes open and her ears glued to the ground for his return. Marcel was right, notwithstanding that he kidnapped her, he has been treating her well. She doesn't even dare expect the same treatment if it had been Big Joe.

No, Arianna shivered at the memory. Big Joe is a nightmare she doesn't want to remember ever in her lifetime.

It wasn't until late afternoon that Arianna heard the sound of a car pulling up on the lawn and she rushed to the window to see that Marcel had returned. Thank God.

Arianna didn't rush to meet him immediately, she took her time to look good, wearing a simple, yellow flowery gown that stopped at her midthigh. Thinking of it now, he was the one who equipped her wardrobe without her even asking.

Honestly, everything Arianna needed, including toiletries was here. She lacked nothing except her freedom; Marcel was quite observant of her needs. If only he wasn't a Mafian….

With a sigh, Arianna practiced her words of apology in the mirror before she took off. Since Marcel returned from the meeting, he would probably be in his room to rest from his journey.

And that was where she headed. Thankfully, there was no one to stop her from entering, unlike the morning time where they wouldn't let her in to see him. Or so Arianna thought until she stumbled upon Samson in his living room.

"Oh my God!" She screamed, when the Lion released a mighty roar that made goosebumps climb up her arms. What was going on here?

Arianna was surprised, why was Samson staring at her with those furious eyes? Weren't they friends yesterday? She thought they made progress already? What did she do wrong this time to evoke his anger?

Sadly, Samson was lying across the doorway. In one word, to get to Marcel, she had to go through that door. Was Marcel kidding her? He must have intentionally put the Lion there to stop her from bothering him. But then, Arianna has made up her mind already, she would see him right now.

"Okay, carnivores buddy," Arianna resorted to calming the lion first before persuading it to let her in, "I don't know what your master told you, but I'm not the bad guy. Sure, we had a bad argument yesterday but I'm here to set things right if you can only give me a chance to pass through that door," She hoped it worked.

The lion didn't say a word more, it only lowered its head to the ground and Arianna rejoiced internally. It indeed heard her! She and Samson must have had some sort of affinity in her past life. The lion listens to her fine.

"Alright, here I come," Arianna carefully walked in its direction.

Sadly, five feet away, the docile Samson suddenly rose on its hindlimbs and roared so aggressively that Arianna screamed and ran back even further than where she stood previously, her heart pounding in her chest. What the hell was going on here? She thought they were good.

"What is going on here?!" An angry Marcel finally emerged from his room and saw Arianna at the corner of the wall, shivering like a soaked rat.

"Marcel…" She cried in relief upon seeing him.

However, unlike the other times, there was not a single expression on Marcel's face and she might as well have been staring at a stranger when he asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"

Arianna blinked twice when he asked that question. Right now, it almost felt like she was staring at a different person and not the usual Marcel.

She opened her mouth and failed miserably to utter a word, "I - I…"

"I'm a busy man, miss Arianna. I don't have all the time in the world to waste like this," He said in a curt tone that lacked warmth.

Arianna couldn't help but frown, why was Marcel suddenly speaking to her formally as if they were strangers and not…. Not…. not what exactly? What was their relationship by the way? Friends? Lovers? No, something was not right.

"Marcel…." She was still shocked by what was going on.

But Marcel only looked annoyed as if she was wasting his time. He said to her firmly, "Look here, Miss Arianna, if you have nothing to say, you can leave my room and never enter it without permission in the future, otherwise Samson wouldn't be so accommodating. Also, if you need anything in the future, contact my men, they're capable enough to take care of it without bothering me for such trivial matters. "

That was all he said and turned to leave.