Taken By The Mafia Lord

As soon as they were done, Arianna led her entourage - including the miserable-looking Claudia - out the door only to stumble into Kenith who seems to have been waiting outside all this while.

Kenith's gaze roved over her body from her head to her feet and then back up again. He gulped when his gaze finally landed on Arianna's breast with an intensity that made goosebumps spread over her skin.

At once, Ariana wrapped her arm over her chest and tilted her head to the side with a questioning brow, "Well?"

That look of defiance in her eyes  was enough to wake Kenith from his reverie and he gestured, "Let's go then,"

Arianna didn't say anything and walked ahead, her entourage following her. Right now, she was the queen bee and walked with her head held high.

They went outside and there on the lawn was a limousine with its door opened already waiting for her to enter.

"Go in. Big Joe says his wife has to get the best treatment,"

Arianna's jaw almost dropped to the ground, Big Joe prepared this for her? At once, gratitude and guilt filled Arianna. She was grateful for his devotion to uplift her status especially now her sister was here and at the same felt guilty that she would be leaving him.

However, Arianna was no fool to be moved by the huge gesture. As much as she was this thankful to Big joe, for how long would this special treatment last? She was taken against her freedom and would always remember that.

Arianna finally understood why ladies killed themselves over the chance to get into a limousine. It had the most comfortable seat and she could adjust them. The services were top-notch - there was television and even a minibar.

Since it wasn't the first time for the trio - Chelsea, Ashley, and Rose - in a limousine, they already started a party. Arianna intentionally didn't drink - although she could hold her liquor a bit  - she needed a clear head for today's plan. But for how long? Sooner or later it would seem suspicious if she doesn't drink because this was her bachelorette party.

Claudia didn't say a single word along the way. She was an outcast and the trio made sure to remind her of that. Cassie was the only one who made one or two conversations with her. Arianna simply didn't care, she was having fun anyway until their car reached their destination.

They drew quite an attention as soon as they arrived, six hot-looking girls stepping down from a limousine. Thankfully, Claudia had the sense to dress sensibly. Perhaps, she had dressed superior in the first place to intimidate Arianna, she just never expected that her dear cousin was on a whole new level now.

Arianna and her team didn't get to use the normal entrance that was filled with people trying to get inside with their tickets and stood in a file. They used a VIP entrance that led them directly to the heart of the club.

Just as Arianna expected, the club was blasting with music and full of dancing bodies. The dance floor was dimly lit, providing a sensual experience where one can dance for hours. Glossy marble floors, burnished good fittings, and chandeliers dangling from the roof, the club looked luxurious.

However, even as they were being led to their private booth upstairs, Arianna was busy assessing the number of guards and a possible escape route, and to be honest, the situation didn't seem favorable. The only advantage she had was the crowd, she could put that to better use when the time comes.

The booth was customized for them hence everything they needed was already set and that was drinks - lots of it. Chelsea didn't waste time to get the party started and the music blasting from the speakers helped uplift their spirits that Arianna didn't even know when she started drinking.

At that moment, she forgot all about Claudia and her family and the situation she was in - getting married tomorrow to the short love of her life that she was supposed to fall in love with already as expected after the condition she gave to him.

She just kicked all of her problems to the back of her mind and had fun. After all, today might be the last night of her life if she fails to escape and is caught by Big Joe. She would party as if there's no tomorrow.

So when Rose grabbed her hand and said, "Come on, let's go dance," and led her downstairs to the dance floor, she didn't object at all. Dancing was exhilarating as if she was riding off the problems on her shoulder and didn't get to see the special guest that made his appearance.

Marcel's nose was puckered in distaste as soon as he came into the club. He hated the cramped dance floor because he had to rub against sweaty and lustful bodies. With the entourage he came with, it was only a matter of time before the members of the Red Giant gang discovers his identity and goes on the defense.

Marcel wasn't exactly liked in the underworld because he's rumored to bring destruction wherever he goes. Well, you can't really blame him. What can he do when he doesn't get what he wants except take it - forcibly. And did he forget to add, brutally.

He heard the girl was here for her balchorrete party and had come to take what belongs to him. There was no way he was leaving without her. And while he was looking, his gaze went upstairs and connected with a man's - the second in command to Big Joe - who narrowed his gaze immediately. He didn't recognize him but Marcel knew he sensed he was no ordinary human.

Well, there goes his peaceful negotiation. Stealing, no, borrowing - that was a much better term for that - the girl right under their nose and returning her when he's done was a much better option than a physical confrontation. One of them ends bloody.

"Spread out," Marcel said to his men, "and find the girl,"

"Yes, boss," six of them said in unison and left.

Marcel intentionally got lost in the crowd because he couldn't stand that man's  - Kenith - gaze on him, continuing his search for the girl. And just like that, he found her, only that she found him first.