Taken By The Mafia Lord

"You're not yourself this morning, what's going on?" Mimi asked her friend Arianna who was being unreasonably aggressive today.

Currently, they were in some large room learning how to mix chemicals used for cleaning and of course, knowing the right tools to use as well. As much as they were current employees of the company - thanks to Marcel's persuasion - they still had to know what they were doing else they're found suspicious and it somehow complicates their plan.

Once they reached Daniel's place, they wouldn't jump into the mission immediately. The cleaning was estimated to last about two hours, so they were expected to calm down so as not to make mistakes and only move when everyone's guard is down. Good plan, isn't it? Except that none of them knew that Marcel would really call for a teacher to handle them in that area. He wanted them to be efficient and professional. He was going all out in this plan.

And honestly, the teaching wasn't so bad. Mimi was intrigued to learn new things in case she needed to make a career choice later. She got a certificate in business management for the sake of her father and not because she wanted it. Hence, she was in for the learning and the lesson would have been more enjoyable if Arianna wasn't being bitchy with her questions to the teacher.

"I'm perfectly myself, thank you," Arianna answered curtly.

But Mimi gave her an unbelieving look, "Yeah, say that to someone who doesn't know you too well,"

There was no answer from Arianna, so she added, "Did Marcel give you a blue ball?"

Arianna's head jerked at once, giving her a stupid look, "I'm a woman, I don't have balls, not to talk of having blue balls. By the way, having blue balls is just a euphemism for general sexual frustration, and trust me, I'm not sexually frustrated!" She warned her.

"Fine," Mimi raised her head in surrender. The girl looks like she would chop off her head anytime and she wanted to be safe, "I believe you," Mimi didn't believe her one shit.

"All you just have to do is calm down," Mimi said, abandoning her seat and equipment and going behind her friend's back, she began to massage her, "Take the tension off your body,"

Arianna closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of Mimi's hands, loosening those knots. Mimi was right, she was tensed right now. So she enjoyed the massage without giving a care about the teacher still in the room - and typing down on her phone cheerfully. Yep, this is adult education, please.

"Marcel says he likes me,"

Mimi stopped, then looked at her friend bizarrely. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it almost immediately and Arianna had a feeling that whatever those words were would have definitely infuriated her. It seems her girlfriend was trying to take her feelings into account because she calmly asked her, "And what did you say?"

"I rejected him."

"What?!" Mimi shouted, then calmed down, asking gentler with a fake smile, "Why?"

"Well, why exactly?" Arianna pretended to think over her words before answering energetically, "Because I had a steamy dream with Marcel until my boyfriend Elijah decided to crash it and of course, shot Marcel and then me as well after asking why I betrayed him. So yeah, I'm extremely distressed right now."

"Wow, that is…." Mimi scrunched up her face, "one messed up dream. But you can't have that dream influence the rest of your day. Also, it's called a dream for a reason because it never happens and is just a manifestation of your subconsciousness. You must have a lot of negative energy surrounding you lately, which is not surprising seeing you this tense. "

Arianna turned to the side to face her best friend, "You don't understand, the guilt is eating me up,"

"Then don't give the guilt a reason to gnaw at you,"

"What?"

"You like Marcel, don't you?"

And at that question, Arianna's expression died away. She quickly stood to her feet, "I'm suddenly thirsty,"

"There are water bottles here," Mimi pointed to the cooler at the corner.

"I need colder ones!" She snapped and left.

Why can't anyone let her rest? It was always whether she has feelings for Marcel this or that? Even if she somehow likes Marcel, do they think it matters? At the end of the day, she would be with Elijah. He was coming back for her. She knows it. No, she could feel it. The dreams were a sign of what would happen if she let her control slip again.

Arianna went to the fridge and grabbed a water bottle, shutting the door forcibly, only for her eyes to land at the bar in the foyer. The drinks there were tempting and it wouldn't hurt to have one or two shots to shut the annoying voices in her head.

She headed there and was about to reach for one of the gins on the rack when she had a change of heart. It would be pathetic drinking in the light of day. It would make her look pitiful and she was not pitiful woman.

So Arianna stomped back to where she came from only to nearly bump into someone in the process.

"Sorry," She offered a quick apology without looking and tried to move to the right but the person did the same. Arianna sighed and moved to the left this time but it was the same case and to the right again, they both coincidentally copied each other's move. Or was it still a coincidence?

Arianna then stopped moving to see who was annoying her, was this a joke? However, she never expected to meet a very, beautiful young girl. It was obvious that the girl was younger than her and Arianna wondered who she was because it was her first time seeing her here.

"I'll be the first to move then," The girl said, offering her a kind smile and walked away. The girl had a carefree vibe.

And was heading up the stairs, Arianna frowned upon noticing that. She would have found the girl suspicious had she been nervous but she moved as if she owned the place. Moreover, a girl like her wouldn't be able to sneak into the base with the number of soldiers guarding the place.

Who was she and what was she doing here? Arianna had an unsettling feeling about this.