Taken By The Mafia Lord

She was already beginning to miss him, Arianna realized as she was being led to the car by Luca. Looking back at the entrance, she saw Marcel standing there, his arms folded across his chest with his apathetic expression on display.

If she didn't know him too well, she would have thought he wasn't affected by her departure. But Marcel was hurting inside like her too and judging from how protective he was of her, Arianna knew that he was mustering lots of self-control to keep himself from going after her and stopping her from leaving.

However, walking over to the car brought back a lot of memories for Arianna and they weren't good. Unlike now that she was walking with her feet freely, She remembered when Marcel handed her over to Big Joe and the memory made her halt in her step.

What if Marcel was sending her away to a so-called friend of his, forever? After all, this wasn't the first time he sent her away. The doubt began to creep in but Arianna pushed it to the back of her mind. Unlike that time, Marcel promised nothing, no, he didn't even look at her as she was taken away, but it was different now. She was going to trust Marcel for once.

Hence, Arianna turned around and before Luca could stop her, she ran back to Marcel. There was confusion on his face and Marcel looked unsure as she ran back to him, however, she didn't say anything and merely hugged him, reliving every single second she was cocooned in the warmth of his hug and felt protected.

Marcel didn't say anything either and hugged her tight as if he was afraid of letting her go. He didn't need to say a word because the gesture communicated all of his untold feelings and when they broke apart, he clasped her cheeks,

"I'll be coming back for you,"

"I know. I trust you, Marcel." She nodded, right before he pressed his lips against hers once again, kissing her passionately. Arianna could swear that she could taste the fear on Marcel's lips so she kissed him harder, telling him that she was fine. Nothing was going to happen to her. She would come back to him and they wouldn't be separated from each other ever again.

"Boss, there's no more time," Arianna heard Lucas' voice from behind informing Marcel that they had to leave. So she became desperate and kissed him harder and quicker as if she wanted to take a part of him with her - if that was possible. But then, Arianna had to make do with the memories and assurance, hence they pulled apart with a sigh.

"Be safe," She told Marcel and decided to leave first without looking at him. Arianna knew if she dared to turn back, there was no way she was going anywhere, not without him.

Once she passed him, Luca gave her a sympathetic smile, but Arianna didn't need his pity. If he looked at her that way, that meant there was no chance of her and Marcel coming back together. This was a momentary setback. So she would remain hopeful and when he's done, Marcel would come back for her.

Arianna didn't say a word during the ride upon Lucas' attempt to lighten the depressing mood, so when she didn't laugh the slightest, he got the point and gave up. Arianna was not in the mood to make jokes, she just leaned her head against the window and drifted away in her thoughts.

While she and Luca sat in the passenger seat, there was the driver and a soldier at the front. Arianna knew there was another car tailing them from behind and making sure they were safe from Daniel or whoever else wanted to get back at Marcel through her.

It was a five hours ride and they finally arrived at the outskirts of the city. Arianna had no idea of this Marcel's friend but she knew he was equally rich judging from the castle they arrived at - Rich people sure know how to spend their money. The guards at the entrance opened the door for them and they drove in.

"We're here," Luca announced to her when they arrived. He stepped out and came over to the other side of the car to let her out. Arianna didn't like this princess treatment and protested against it a few times, but Marcel wouldn't listen to her - all of his men treated her with respect. The more she complained to him, the more Marcel made his men spoil her.

Arianna stepped out, her hair wiping at her face from the wind and she tucked it open just as the large entrance door opened and a handsome man stepped out.

"Of course, leave it to Marcel to choose the prettiest of women," He said with a confident smile while walking in her direction and Arianna arched a brow at him, wondering if he was the one.

But Luca saved her the stress because he was by her side in a flash, explaining to her, "That's Leon, he's acquainted with Marcel and is a very rich man with political power."

"He's quite young," Arianna pointed out in a lowered tone while he approached them. It was obvious that Leon was older than Marcel, but for such achievements, he was too young.

"With money, everything is possible," was his answer. He added as well,

"It would benefit you in the future to get along with him," Luca advised her, hinting at the fact that she would be their Madam in the future.

Arianna cleared her throat awkwardly, a blush creeping up her neck. Wasn't he going too fast? They weren't even married yet. Damn, why was this place suddenly hot? Arianna fanned her cheeks amid the cold wind.

"You have arrived, my lady," Leon was standing in front of her.

"Thank you for inviting me to your humble abode, Mr. Leon," Arianna said politely, even courtesy and that brought a smile to his lips.

"You don't need to say a word, my beautiful lady. You are always welcomed here, " Leon took her hand and pressed a kiss to the top of her palm.

What a sweet talker, Arianna thought inwardly.

However, she watched as Leon's gaze moved to Luca and call it strange or something, but Arianna sensed sparks fly between them.