Taken By The Mafia Lord

"Get her out of my sight this instant!" Marcel came roaring into the room minutes later.

"Oh," Victor was startled by his sudden presence, "You're done. Where should I bury her remains? Make a grave here or should I just toss her body into the sea for the shark to feed on or just dump her on the roadside for the authorities to find out and notify her family for a proper burial," Victor gave him options only for his cousin to give him a stupid look.

"What?" he couldn't understand why his cousin was giving him that look until his gaze roved over Marcel's body and discovered there was no blood on him.

"Oh," Victor groaned, "You strangled her for Christ's sake," He thought.

Well, that didn't surprise him since Arianna pissed off Marcel so badly that he couldn't think straight through the anger and strangled her right away.

"Your neck would be the next thing I'll strangle if you don't get on that phone and inform the Red Giant to come to take her!" Marcel spoke through gritted teeth, his fists clenched at his side.

He was angry, but surprisingly, it was not at Arianna but himself. When did he begin to stoop so low as to force himself on a woman? It never happened until now.

All through his life, Marcel never had any problems hooking up with women since they always found him first. With his greatest asset which was his face - a gift from his beloved mother - who could resist his charm?

He has had his fair share of women; tall, short, slim, plumpy, dark-skinned, fair, tan, ivory, blonde, chestnut-haired, black-haired - even redheads - you name it! He wasn't a casanova but he had enough women to fulfill his sexual needs when he wanted. So why was Arianna's case different?

Why does he lose his head around her? What made her so special? Marcel told himself it was because she was innocent. He had watched and studied her reactions, and she lacked the experience that even the smallest of flirting had her blushing furiously, which could only mean she hasn't done it yet - which was kind of impossible to believe in this age, plus her so claimed relationship with Elijah - or perhaps, she was just good at pretending. A big, bad liar.

What does she want from him? Quite funny since Arianna was asking the same question.

"You didn't kill her?" Victor was stunned and all he got in response was his glare.

Marcel retorted, "I need her out of this house this instant," because she was driving him crazy.

Aside from the fact he was horrified he almost forced herself on her, she dared to think of another man while he pleasured her. Who does that?

And she loves Elijah? Marcel snorted at the thought of it. Why does she know about love - yet he was jealous of the thought of it. Not that he would acknowledge it.

Elijah used her like the numerous women he had in the past, can't she see that? What makes her think she's so special to Elijah? She doesn't even know what he looks like? What woman falls in love with a faceless man? She was just in love with the thought of him, with the surface level of who she thought was Elijah.

Marcel bet those thoughts would change when she sees Elijah for who he really was. Unlike Elijah, he - Marcel - doesn't bother to pretend, he's already a monster and wasn't ashamed of it.

"You're handing her over to Kenith when she hasn't even told you what Elijah looks like? Our efforts might as well have been for nothing," Victor grunted, he didn't like his decision.

"She knows nothing about Elijah, I can see it in her eyes. Just like his other women over the years, the asshole kept what he looked from then," Marcel said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the desk in the room.

Victor rolled his eyes," What do those women even see in him? "

"You should ask yourself the same question," Marcel jabbed at his cousin, Victor gave him the middle figure in response.

Marcel let out a let sigh, "I feel she knows a hint about Elijah since she's so overprotective of him. She loves the bastard and wouldn't mind dying for him,"

"Unfortunately, we don't know if Elijah feels the same. Has the phantom ghost been shot by cupid's arrow?" a slow smile passed Victor's face. He found it amusing.

"This is why you want to send her back to the Red Giant gang," He exclaimed, "Gosh, you're wicked!"

A smile that was almost similar to Victor's appeared on Marcel's face, only that his was more wicked and carried a predator's glint. Arianna would have been scared out of her wits if she saw it.

"The only way we can know her worth to Elijah is by sending her to the loan sharks. Elijah would come for her and we would be ready," Victor could already see through his plan.

He breathed, "I must have been a fool to think you were entranced by the girl. No matter what, your eyes are always on the prize. You deserve being the clan leader," Victor sincerely complimented him.

Marcel's head swelled with pride while his blood throbbed with the thrill of the chase. Even if Arianna stirred his blood like the fires of mountain lava and gave him a hard-on that was strong enough to knock him down his feet, he was dedicated to his family aka his clan.

As he said, he killed his people in the heat of the moment for her and that would be the last. A woman would not steer him off his path.

Arianna did not belong here and was only worth her use that had a time limit. He didn't care at all what happened when she outlived her usefulness. Perhaps, she would never lose her usefulness at all.

As she said, Arianna loved Elijah and had strong hope he would return for her. That means she would never stop searching for him even when she would be free - hopefully - and he - Marcel - had enough patience as well.

His guns were not yet in the market which means that bastard Elijah had it safely tucked somewhere. And until he began to play games with him by releasing his weapons to the public, Marcel would wait patiently. He would see this game to the end.

"Elijah is smart, he would know it's a trap," Victor pointed out the flaw in his plan.

"And that's the point," Marcel smiled.

Victor rubbed his brows, "If he truly loves Arianna, he'd come. However, aside from that, you're issuing Elijah a challenge and he'd be a coward by turning it down,"

Marcel grinned, confirming what he thought.

Victor shook his head, "Remind me never to fall on your bad side,"

"You won't as far as you don't betray me," Marcel nonchalantly said but those words brought a chill on Victor followed by a tensed silence.

Here, "betrayal" was a sensitive word. Betraying Marcel doesn't just mean setting him up with a rival gang, even taking the side of his other cousins - descendants of Mattia - was a big form of betrayal, not to talk of colliding with them to steal his - Marcel's - spot. Cousin or not, Marcel would kill him if that happens.

"Let the girl be today," Victor finally spoke after the tensed veil of silence that fell on them, "Also, you've forgotten about my party this night, I can't let a lady's howl of anguish linger on my mind and torment my soul when I should be merry,"

Victor knew Arianna hated those loan sharks else she wouldn't have escaped them - only to land in Marcel's web. He couldn't tell if the girl was a danger magnet or just had bad luck.

"Fine," Marcel conceded. It was just a night anyway, what could change anyway?

He went ahead to warn his cousin, "Just make sure she doesn't come down. I don't want her anywhere near your drunk ass,"

But the mischievous glint in Victor's eyes told him he might as well have been bluffing.

"No," Marcel shook his head, "Don't you dare,"

"It's just a night of fun and what's the definition of fun without the women and booze!" He tried to convince him.

"You've already arranged the women - don't think I don't know that. Moreover, you said it yourself, the gang members are not happy with her staying here after what happened. She's better off staying upstairs where she's tucked safely like a good girl," Marcel was firm in his decision.

Victor arched a brow at him, "Really? Good girl? We saw how the last one went with your room getting flooded and you -"

"Enough!" Marcel's grim expression was warning enough not to finish that comment.

"There's no harm done and we can get her drunk. Who knows what secret she spews while intoxicated?" Victor wriggled his brows invitingly like a siren entrancing a sailor with its melodious voice only to plunge him to his death in the deep blue sea.

Marcel knew this was a bad idea but Victor could talk the stripes off a zebra and Arianna was enough of a headache.

May God help him.