Taken By The Mafia Lord

"Where are you going?"

Arianna woke up at dusk to see Marcel dressing up. From his precise movement, it was obvious that he didn't want to wake her. However, being with a Mafia Lord seems to have rubbed off on her because she was usually aware of her surroundings now.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up," He apologized, buttoning up the rest of his shirt.

"Obviously," Arianna noted with a nod of her head.

Marcel came over to her and sat beside her, "I didn't mean it that way. You needed the rest, and I was going to drop a message," He added, "Alongside a kiss on your forehead."

Her brows rose with interest when she heard that, "Really?" Arianna drew closer to him and peered up at him through her lashes, purring,

"I'm here now, aren't I?"

Marcel smiled before cupping her cheek, he kissed her on the forehead, on the sides of her face, and finally on the lips. However, Arianna took advantage of that moment to deepen the kiss, moaning into his mouth. Their lips moved against each other.

"Arianna…" Marcel spoke against her lips and with a wrench of determination, drew back from her, "I need to go. There's a lot to do and it's late already,"

And that was when it hit her.

"Oh shit!" Arianna jumped up from the bed, searching for her clothes until she remembered she needed her phone first, and Marcel grabbed her.

"What is it?" He asked her, concern written all over his face.

Arianna ran her hands through her hair with her free hand, "I scheduled a meeting with the girls today. It was this afternoon… but it's late already," She gestured to the darkness outside the window.

She would have remembered had it not been for the drama hours ago. But then, even when she had the chance, Arianna had been busy making love with Marcel all through the afternoon, not that she regretted it or something, no, if she had a chance to do it all over, she would do it with him a million times. But then, you get the point.

"Don't worry, it's not too late," Marcel said.

"Huh?" Arianna looked at him in confusion, what was he talking about?

"When you were asleep, the girls texted you and so I texted them back. Victor is having a party tonight and I thought it would be best if they all came and you had a good time together," Marcel's brows were working even as he said, "And I hope you don't mind that I went through your phone to arrange that?"

He gulped knowing how much Arianna valued her privacy - even though her conversation was being tracked. And when she didn't answer immediately, Marcel waited anxiously for her judgment.

"Jesus Christ! What would I do without you?!"

Marcel never expected that Arianna would throw himself at her and smooch him hard on the lips.

"You are a lifesaver and a complete husband material," Arianna peppered his face with kisses and Marcel began to feel high on the amount of affection being shown to him.

Did she say he was a husband material? Marcel's heart was beginning to pound hard at the thought. Does Arianna mean she would marry him if he got down on his knees and proposed marriage to her right now?

No, no, Marcel had to calm his horses. This was not the time or place to propose marriage, he didn't even have a ring and Arianna deserved a grand gesture. Apart from that, there was a lot to settle before thinking about marriage. He had his father to deal with… and Elijah.

Marcel didn't let that name ruin his mood so Arianna doesn't notice. She was still hiding that bastard from him, but Marcel would go about it in another direction. Elijah's goal was to ruin his relationship with Arianna, so he could have his way and he wouldn't let that happen. He would convince Arianna to tell him the truth and keep her at the same time. That bastard would not get in between his happiness.

"When is the party starting?" She queried, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Victor's time," Marcel answered.

Arianna hummed, that means close to midnight. The girls would be here before then and she would have time to get to know them before they partied.

"Don't drink too much," He ordered her.

"Yes, sir," Arianna answered. She never liked drinking anyway.

"Don't wear short or revealing outfits to the party," He ordered and Arianna hesitated to answer that one.

"Arianna…?" He was waiting for her reply.

"It's a party, Marcel," She whined.

"Not happening,"

"You're supposed to be my boyfriend, not my dad," She groaned, swinging his arms like a kid and hoping to convince him.

"You're my responsibility and that means keeping you away from the predators out there," He claimed and Arianna rolled her eyes.

"There's only one big predator here and he's staring right at me,"

"Haha, funny,"

Marcel gave her a blank stare.

"Oh come on. Luca is there to keep an eye on her and none of your men would even dare to take a second look at me," She groaned, begging him desperately.

"Victor has friends coming over. It's them I don't trust," Marcel stood his ground.

"Please, Marcel, please, I can't be the odd one out when the girls arrive. I'm your girlfriend, which means I represent you as well and when Victor's friends arrive, they expect to see a lady of power, not the virgin Mary,"

"Strange enough, I seem to prefer that Virgin Mary and you are not dressing up for them."

"Fine," Arianna folded her arms stubbornly, "I'm not going to the party anymore, the girls can come back another day."

"What?"

Marcel was still watching when she went back to her bed, her back turned to him as she pulled the sheet to her chin. And she dramatically mumbled,

"The girls would see me as a killjoy anyway. Heck, they won't even see me as much anymore. What's the point of being free when I can't even wear whatever I want? It was better when I was a captive here, then I can refute your order boldly. Now, I'm just a beautiful bird in a golden cage," She sniffed - with no tears. So sad.

She would be the death of him.

Marcel sighed deeply, rubbing his temple.

"Fine, do whatever you want. " He caved in.

Marcel couldn't bear to see her like this even if she was acting or not. Her happiness was his priority. Unlike his father, he would treat his woman well, that was his promise to her mother.