Taken By The Mafia Lord

Have you ever looked at someone and decided you hated that person for life? Arianna was hundred percent positive about that feeling for Macy.

She had managed to calm Mimi and talked her through her problem and together, they were about to go find Victor and tell him the truth when they stumbled into the bitch in the living room.

The nerve!

Arianna could vividly remember that day; the day the bitch tried to dry-drown her. She couldn't forget the torture, the pain she had to go through all because of that woman, and here she was standing as if nothing happened and looking radiant as ever.

Honestly, Arianna thought Marcel killed her off or something since she hasn't set her eyes for a long time, but it turns out the bitch was alive and kicking. And yes, she would gladly support Marcel this time if he wanted to kill her because the act was justifiable for once.

Arianna had the urge to shovel a body.

It seems the feeling was mutual because the woman's eyes widened slightly, then narrowed on her when she finally recognized her. Arianna could see shock, bitterness, then the rage in those eyes.

Oh, how delighted she would be if they could have a rematch right now because she had a lot of pent-up energy and a lot she wanted to say with her fist! That woman managed to get the best of her that day only because two men were holding her down but not anymore.

Arianna was not a trained fighter, however, she was streetwise and was trained with a backbone. She associated with people from the slum and there wasn't the word 'giving up' in her dictionary. Macy might be trained and all, but she fought dirty and with the amount of adrenaline pumping through her body right now, she wouldn't be surprised if she lifted a trunk.

"What is she doing here?" She heard Mimi hiss by her side.

Oh, it seems that she wasn't the only one with a score to settle with the bitch.

"I should be the one asking what the both of you are doing here," The bitch finally talked and Arianna had to restrain herself from tackling her to the ground and beating the daylight out of her.

Arianna knew Marcel and the woman had something in the past which wasn't surprising, men were predictable - and dick heads. However, that wasn't her business, Arianna wouldn't shame a fellow woman because of a man even though she was as jealous as hell. But then, that woman tried to kill her and that wasn't something she forgave easily.

"Really? You want to know?" Arianna's words were sarcastic and dripping with animosity. Even the soldiers by the side noticed the tension in the air and backed off. They all knew it was not advisable to butt into a showdown between women. A casualty loss is still a thing.

Arianna sashayed into the living room and sat down confidently on the single sofa usually reserved for Marcel, crossing her leg over the other, saying,

"I'm the queen now, bitch, what are you?"

Macy's eyes came alive with flames while her nostrils flared and she clenched her hands into fists by her side. She has not seen this coming. She should have known this was the reason Marcel didn't want her to return to the base. He was getting into bed with that whore.

"Yes, bitch, she's the queen now. What are you?" Mimi supported her friend, beginning to massage Arianna's shoulder from behind. And maybe, that was a bit over the top? But whatever, Arianna was going to enjoy her friend's support.

And she knew that one, Macy glared at Mimi. Didn't Marcel hire her or something? Just what was going on here? Why are the two barbarians acting like they were in power? The Marcel she knew would never accept that.

And speak of the devil.

Macy was hopeful as soon as she set eyes on Marcel, however, she couldn't understand why he was rushing into the room as if the devil was on his heels. Or maybe he was excited to see her.

However, her face fell when she saw Marcel ask, "What is it?" looking in the direction of that woman with his breath ragged as if he had been truly worried - worried over the woman, the realization devastated her.

Macy took a step back and Marcel finally turned, his gaze finally settling on her, and her throat constricted with emotion. Instead of excitement in his eyes, Macy saw anxiety in there as if he never wanted her here in the first place. Or maybe he never wanted her here after all. He has moved on, the startling realization knocked the breath out of her lungs.

No, Macy refused to believe it. It was not true. That bitch must have something over him and is threatening him with it. Marcel was never this week. Marcel would never let a woman turn him into a pussy. It was impossible.

"Macy,"

She heard Marcel call her name and hope grew in her heart. Perhaps Marcel had not forgotten her after all.

"Boss," She hardly took a step when she saw that woman stand up and went to Marcel. Before her very eyes, she kissed him and Marcel didn't stop her.

Macy felt her heart break into a million pieces as she watched that woman exert her control over Marcel and something inside of her died.

"I'll be waiting for you when you're done with her," Arianna muttered to Marcel as soon as she broke away from the kiss. Casting one last look at Macy, her lips curled to the side and she turned to Mimi, "Let's go, bestie,"

"Gladly," Mimi took her hand as they walked away in style.

As soon as they left, Marcel turned warily to his former second in command. Macy has always prided herself on masking her emotions, but right now, she let it all out and Marcel didn't know how to deal with it.

"My office now," was all he ordered and left. No matter their relationship, he couldn't afford to set off a bomb called Arianna because Hell hath no fury like a woman in love.