Taken By The Mafia Lord

Arianna could only stay until mid-afternoon before she was required back to the base. Although she was reluctant to leave, and wanted to plead for more time, she decided otherwise.

Marcel was kind enough to let her out of the base amid the fact that Elijah was looming around the corner, waiting for a chance to strike. That sure spoke volumes. Arianna would be contended with this little favor and maybe next time, he would let her out a little more. This way, she would gain his trust, little by little.

"Go in, Luca would drive you home," Victor told her as they walked across the lawn and Arianna froze.

"What about you? Where are you going?" She then looked at him suspiciously, "What do you plan to do?"

He winked at her, taking several steps back, "What do you think I plan to do?"

Arianna's face flushed with embarrassment, and then annoyance, "Hey, let Mimi rest! Do not bother her too -"

"Have a good time!" Victor interrupted her by waving at her, and then turned and made a beeline for the door.

Have a good time, her ass! She was about to go back to the base of boredom. Unlike her, Victor would be having a sexy time with her best .... Seriously, why was she thinking of that? Her mind was turning lewd lately. This was all Mimi's fault.

Left alone, Arianna had no choice but to head back to the car. You know, she could easily take off right now but Arianna bet she wouldn't even be able to run one kilometer before they tackled her down. So annoying.

Without thinking much, Arianna pulled the door open and sat down, "You can leave now," She said without looking at the man seated beside her and assuming that Luca had taken Victor's place.

However, it wasn't until a somewhat familiar perfume wafted into her nose and Arianna looked at the front to discover that Luca was still in the driver's seat with the other soldier at his side. Then, who was the man beside her?

At once, Arianna turned to the side, and her heart skipped a beat.

"M-Marcel?" She stuttered, frozen to the core. He was really here?

What was he doing here? Wait a minute, how did he even get here? Oh right, he drove. Then that leads her back to the initial question, what was he doing here? Wasn't he avoiding her?

Arianna took a good look at him, Marcel was dressed in a suit with the tie missing as usual. Why did he hate ties so much? She wondered. Nonetheless, he still looked breathtakingly handsome with his hair down and the top three buttons of his shirt opened and revealing his -

Oh shit, Arianna took away her gaze at once. What the fuck was she thinking? And looking? No, this madness had to stop.

"A-hem!" Arianna intentionally cleared away her throat to make the ambiance less awkward, or maybe, she was the one being awkward. Marcel looked perfectly fine to her.

"You are here," She said, looking at him curiously, "You didn't tell me you were coming,"

He turned to her with his stoic look and she pulsed her lips, was he still mad at her? However, his gaze softened in the next minutes as he said, "I was heading home when coincidentally, I passed through here. I decided to drop by and see how things are going? You've reconsiled with her already?"

"Eh?" Arianna still couldn't believe that he was casually talking to her as if they hadn't fought.

"Ah, yes." She recovered immediately, "We've buried the hatchet and became friends again."

"That's good to hear," Marcel nodded, "Friends shouldn't fight for too long. Are you hungry?"

"W-what?" Arianna stuttered, simply overwhelmed. Where was all this coming from? Why was he being suddenly gentle towards her? She was not expecting it.

"If you're not, you can forget about it," Marcel said quickly as if he was too embarrassed to ask in the first place. He should have known to never trust his cousin's suggestion.

When Arianna wasn't looking, he looked down at the chat between him and Victor. The brat suggested that he took this opportunity and took her out, thus, getting in her good grace.

[Take her out to feel the outside breeze - that is different from the one at the base - and she feels refreshed enough to thank you later. Also, be affectionate]

Marcel didn't know how to work on that last sentence when his invitation to lunch has already been turned down. He tried to be affectionate and see how it turned out.

He was close to using another method more convenient to him when Arianna suddenly said, "You see, the thing is that I had lunch at Mimi's place, however, I'm craving a little sweet." She said, hopefully.

"Sure," Marcel smiled so brightly and for a moment Arianna was so dazzled by it that she couldn't help but stare at him. She forgot that this handsome man was the scary lord of the Luciano family and looked like one of the normal lads out there.

"A-arianna? Arianna?" Marcel was beginning to feel self-conscious under her intense stare. Was something on his face?

"Ah, right!" Arianna got herself and stared ahead, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. What was wrong with her?

But then, Luca who had been staring at their cute interaction through the rearview mirror unintentionally released stifled laughter and she glared at him. Was he kidding her right now?

A small smile tugged at the corner of Marcel's lips but he didn't show it. Right now, he was just satisfied with their little progress.

In the end, they stopped at a café, and Arianna couldn't help but be moved when Marcel opened the door to let her into the shop. It made her feel special. Geez, why was he being so sweet today? She tilted her head unsure, what is wrong with Marcel?

In the end, Arianna ordered a fresh strawberry yogurt cake with a sweet blend of espresso while Marcel had his usual strong cup of black coffee.

"Is that all?" Arianna couldn't help but ask him.

"Yes," Marcel said and took a sip just as she dug into the cake. Although he lifted his cup to his mouth, Marcel used that tactic to look at her to his heart's content.