Taken By The Mafia Lord

"Should I carry you?" Marcel asked as they stepped out of the room.

It had taken Arianna quite a lot of time to clean up and Marcel used that opportunity to shower thanks to Leon's help, although he didn't shave and she was beginning to like that five o'clock shadow he was sporting. Arianna has never seen him grow a beard, but it was obvious that it would look good on him.

Arianna cleared her throat - and her thought - and answered him,

"I'm having my menstrual period, not a stroke, Marcel,"

But he ignored her slightly sarcastic response and went ahead to ask,

"How much does it hurt?"

Arianna halted in her steps, she turned to face him with her lips pressed,

"I am not fragile, Marcel."

"Just let me take care of you then."

Arianna sighed, "You do know that you're one annoying husband material,"

"Yeah, I know," He admitted with a cocky grin.

"Cocky bastard," Arianna breathed, rolling her eyes towards heaven.

"Yeah, thanks for loving my cock,"

"What?!"

Before Arianna could even talk, Marcel carried her off her feet, princess style and she had no choice but to let him be, knowing he would never give up until he got his way.

Thus Marcel carried her over to the living room where Leon was waiting for them.

"You could have stayed for breakfast," He said to them, amusement lingering at the corner of his lips when he saw the way Marcel carrying her in his arms.

"No, thank you, it's time we left already," Marcel replied blatantly and Arianna glared at him, communicating with her eyes for him to behave before she turned to Leon with a sweet smile.

"He means to say that we've encroached long enough, and oh, I'm sorry for your bed." Arianna apologized.

"No, it's nothing. If anything, I should be the one thankful for your enjoyable company, and your help as well," He winked at her.

Arianna winked back at him, understanding the signal, and Marcel who was quick to catch on the exchange was uncomfortable with that.

He looked at both of them suspiciously, what was the meaning of that? Why does that look like Arianna was keeping something from him? Is there something he doesn't know? Why would Arianna keep secrets with Leon? He was her boyfriend, shouldn't he know everything? Questions filled his head.

"We're leaving," He decided right away.

"Huh?" Arianna was startled at how quickly he wanted to get out of here. Well, she had Leon's number and Arianna had a feeling that she just made a new friend.

"Have a nice day!" Leon shouted after her.

"You too, Leon!" Arianna replied to him, while Luca who was trailing after them glared at him and she frowned at the whole interaction. Have they not worked out their differences yet? She even gave them a chance last night.

Arianna sighed, the attraction between the both of them was real and they would make a nice couple. However, this was her limit and if Leon really wanted Luca, then he had to fight for him.

"This is not the car I came with," Arianna noticed the new Mercedes-Benz awaiting them

when they reached the outside, still in his arms.

"No, it isn't," Marcel answered her as one of his men opened the car door and he placed Arianna inside before climbing in after her.

"I ordered them to come with a more spacious one so you could lie down and have a nap before we get home," Marcel explained to her.

"We", "Home", Arianna liked the sound of that. They were going home, it was so sweet… behave, Arianna!

"Come on," Marcel patted his thigh and Arianna placed her head on it and laid down, stretching out her legs properly.

"This is nice," Arianna exhaled, "I like this bonding."

"Umm," Marcel had to admit that it was kind of nice bickering and talking with her like this. He began to run her hands through her hair, massaging her scalp as Arianna closed her eyes, and enjoyed the treatment.

They stayed that way for a while with her enjoying Marcel's skillful head messages until her eyes suddenly popped open and she told him,

"Tell me a story,"

"A story?" Marcel was surprised.

"Yeah, a story about your life. Tell me an interesting tale about it that I don't know,"

"Trust me, Arianna, the story of my life is gory and unhappy. It is not interesting at all," Marcel refused.

"So you don't have happy memories?"

"I do, but it's hard to recover under the piles of shit that has happened to me so far. Moreover, most of my happy stories are related to my mother and I don't want to talk about her at the moment." He breathed.

"Oh, so that so," Arianna bit on her lower lips, disappointed. However, she had to respect his decision and if he wasn't ready to talk about his mother, then she would let her be.

"Let's just…" Marcel took a deep breath, "enjoy the silence," while he was still talking, it suddenly came to her mind.

"Tell me about your first love,"

"What?"

"The first girl you loved before me! Don't tell me there's nothing like that, Marcel." Arianna thought he would have a lot to share with his past reputation.

"No, there's nothing like…." Marcel trailed off, his brows suddenly arching when he remembered, "Well, there is something."

Arianna's face split into a wide smile at the idea of Marcel telling her about her first love. She shifted on Marcel's thigh so she was staring up at his face when he began.

"Well, I met my first love when I was ten actually…"

"Ooh, it seems someone was never innocent in the first place," Arianna cheered him and Marcel went red in that face, which was kind of cute honestly. Arianna only wished she had captured that moment with her camera.

"Keep on teasing me and I won't say the rest," He warned her.

"Fine, I won't bother you anymore, cross my loving heart," She promised him. Arianna then closed her mouth, eager to hear this story about his first love.