Taken By The Mafia Lord

"Marcel," Arianna breathed, her heart pounding erratically in her chest as she was suddenly aware of the heat emanating from his body. They were so close to each other that she could reach out to him, no, Arianna wanted to touch him to confirm that it was Marcel in flesh and blood.

However, what she got in return was Marcel forcing her to step back and Arianna realized that they were headed toward the balcony. She tried to escape him but Marcel didn't let her slip through his finger and successfully boxed her in so her back was pressed against the railing and her heart jumped into her throat.

She was going to die!

Or maybe not.

She hoped, desperately.

"W-what are you doing?" Arianna gulped, putting on false bravado, wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt. Yeah, there was no way that the man who loved her with all of his heart would suddenly push her off the balcony. She was just being paranoid.

It was a moonless night, but now that they were out in the open, the faint light from the outside fell on him and gave an eerie glow to his face. With that cold, emotionally detached appearance, Marcel looked like those psychopaths in movies who break into their victim's homes and have an epic conversation with them before sending them to their death.

No, she has watched too many movies, Arianna wished she could erase the ridiculous thought from her mind. But it was hard to do so when Marcel was giving her reason to think so.

"What do you think I'm doing if not showing you an illustration of how people who betray me end up?" He said, his hand moving up to wrap around her neck. Marcel held her firmly but not enough to hurt her.

Arianna didn't dare to move, or else she triggered him. She simply stared at his face, wishing the light was enough to reflect what he looked like right now. She had a feeling that Marcel had turned off the light on purpose to hide his true emotions from her. He was always good at hiding his emotions.

He reminded her grimly, "I warned you, Arianna, you should be scared of me."

He was not going to hurt her, Arianna decided to act on her little faith. She refused to believe that the Marcel she knew was gone just like that. That he would hate her greatly enough to want to kill her.

"Then push me," Arianna told him.

She was not scared of him.

She trusted him - even though she realized it too late.

"What?" Marcel was taken by surprise.

"I betrayed you, I should suffer the same fate as the others." She told him, using her hand to tighten his grip around her neck and pressing closer to the railings.

When Marcel wouldn't do anything except watch her with a baffled expression, she decided to help him with that.

"Or I can do the work myself," Arianna pushed herself back and would have really fallen from the balcony if it wasn't for Marcel's quick reflexes.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her to him with great force such that her face knocked into his hard chest and their body was pressed flush against each other. Sadly, Arianna didn't get the time to relish the closeness because the next she knew, Marcel was dragging her inside the house.

Arianna wondered if he had a super sight because unlike her who stumbled in the dark, Marcel walked with ease as if he was comfortable with the darkness. She was roughly pushed inside the room while Marcel turned and closed the balcony door behind him before the light was turned on. He had been controlling it with a remote.

Arianna had to shut her eyes and adjust to the sudden brightness and when she opened them, Marcel was looming over her like a furious beast. Oh no, what has she done this time? She was so scared.

Arianna began to step back in a hurry but Marcel followed after her, yelling, "Are you fucking out of your mind?! Are you a magnet for trouble or are you fucking suicidal?!" He breathed down on her neck, having backed her into a corner.

"What are you talking about?" Arianna asked softly, afraid that she would only piss him off if she dared to raise her voice. She couldn't understand why he was so mad at her. No, his mood swings were beginning to give her whiplash. He was the one who wanted her dead, minutes ago.

"What were you thinking trying to fall off that balcony? Is this some sick joke or your way of getting back at me because I broke up with you? Do you intend to punish me by making sure the guilt of your death torments me forever? Is that it, huh?! Speak to me, Arianna, and stop staring at me like a moron!"

Marcel was so mad that his saliva was literally falling on her face at this point while the veins in his face were close to popping. If the mood allowed it, Arianna would have joked that Marcel looked like he was about to transform into the hulk. But then, she was able to compose herself, thankfully.

"But you were the one who wanted to push me off the balcony?" Arianna muttered, defensively.

Marcel scoffed, looking at her in disbelief, "Are you so dumb that you can't differentiate between a scare and a threat?! Moreover, why would I ever push you down the balcony," He stared down at his hands which were still shaking from the fright she gave him.

If he hadn't reacted on time, Marcel would have lost Arianna forever and it would have been because of his petty prank. He would have never forgiven himself. The worst part was that Marcel didn't even know who he was mad at, was it himself for attempting such a joke on her or at Arianna for falling for the stupid stunt?

It was all stupid!