Taken By The Mafia Lord

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She was alone, that was the first thought that came to Arianna's mind the instant she woke up. It was not a dream, Arianna was sure that she had been with Marcel last night else the soreness in between her legs would not be there.

Hence, the instant she saw the empty bed, her heart missed a beat because she knew instinctively that Marcel left again. Arianna at once jumped off the bed and almost ran out of the room until she remembered at the last minute that she was naked.

There was no time to waste, so without thinking much, Arianna pulled the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around her body as she went in search of Marcel

"Marcel?! Marcel?! Where are you?! Marcel?!" Arianna shouted like a mad woman as she searched around for him. She drew quite an attention because the guards wondered what was going on.

This was the first time they were seeing such a scene play out. Why was the boss lady suddenly searching for the boss? The smart ones already had a feeling there was trouble in paradise. They must have fought or something.

When Arianna didn't find Marcel in his room and at his usual hangouts, tears began to run down her face. She couldn't understand. Why was Marcel doing this to her? Why was he treating her this way? Doesn't he love her anymore?

Arianna couldn't take it anymore and just sat down on the bare ground, outside. The last place she had visited was Samson's den, and yet there was no sign of him. Through all of this, Arianna was barefooted because she never thought that she would reach the outside in her search for Marcel.

Pushing her knees up to her chest, Arianna wrapped her arms around herself and began to cry. What was she going to do now? What if this was truly over? She thought Marcel's feelings for her were real, what if it had been a hoax all this while? How was she going to pick up the pieces of her life now?

She had been so enamored with Marcel that she practically depended on him for everything. The critical question was, would Marcel even let her go? Seeing that he hasn't captured Elijah yet, would he show her his true color now that his games were over and he had his fun? Elijah was right, she was nothing but a prison here.

But then he had been hurting last night, Arianna had seen it in his eyes. What if something was making him turn out this way? Arianna refused to believe that someone would just change overnight. Her heart refused to give up on Marcel like that. Or maybe she was just being stupid, she cried harder.

"Arianna?!"

"Arianna?!"

At first, it had sounded distant and in her imagination, but when she heard her name again, Arianna lifted her head buried on her knees where she was bawling her eyes out and saw him.

"M-Marcel?" She choked. "Marcel?!" Her voice became firmer and she pushed up to her feet, already sighted him, and ran in his direction.

Marcel was running too, hence the both of them met halfway and Arianna threw herself into his arms and hugged him tight, unwilling to let him go. If Arianna had been crying before, then it would be called an outburst this time as she let out all of her emotions.

"Why are you doing this to me?!" She wailed loudly, "I thought that you left me!"

"I'm so sorry, I was a fool, " Marcel apologized profusely. The guilt was gnawing at him, he never meant to hurt her like this. As much as Marcel was going through a deep emotional ordeal, he couldn't erase his feelings for her. No matter how much he felt she deserved to suffer a little, to feel a bit of what his mother had gone through, he still couldn't afford to see Arianna get hurt. Yeah, she was his weakness and fate was really cruel.

Thanks to the fact Arianna was almost traumatized by Marcel's behavior, even after Marcel managed to calm her down, she wouldn't let go of him and held on tightly. There was still that fear deep down that if she let go, Marcel was going to go back to that cold, apathetic bastard she met last night. So she held onto him.

Thanks to him being captive, Marcel had no other choice but to carry her back to her room. She needed to brush and take her bath yet Arianna made no move of letting him go. Hence, Marcel had no choice but to trail after her like a royal puppy and watched as she brushed, their hands tightly intertwined.

"You know I'm not going anyway," Marcel commented when Arianna was ready to have her bathe. She needed to do this alone because Marcel couldn't trust himself around her, especially not when she was naked right in front of him.

She was serving herself to him like a fucking present and it wasn't even his birthday. Yet Arianna wouldn't listen and he ended up helping to bathe her - and of course with a little bit of lovemaking here and there.

In the end, Marcel and Arianna lay down on the bed quietly, wrapped around each other intimately. None of them said a word to each other for nearly an hour, just enjoying the peaceful intimacy that both of them knew wasn't going to last.

Marcel raised himself on his elbow and leaned over her. He was the first to say, "I need to go, Arianna,"

Arianna sprang up at once, disappointment in her eyes, "You're leaving me again?"

"No, I need to prepare, it's almost midday and there are a lot of things to take care of before sundown." He explained to her.

"No, take me with you." Arianna was ready to go with him

"I can't, you're much safer here, Arianna and Luca is here to look after you."

"Marcel…" Arianna pleaded, tears filling her eyes. She was scared. Truly scared that everything was about to go downhill.

"I'm not going anywhere," Marcel cupped her face, determination in h it s eyes, "I will be back, Arianna. Moreover, I have a lot to tell you anyway. However, I need to get Chloe, together, all of us will be a family. Nothing would separate us again." He promised her.