Taken By The Mafia Lord

Her heart was thumping frantically in her chest as she waited for Marcel's response. Arianna has apologized already and prayed that it was enough for him to forgive her. She never thought that she would say this, but Marcel's silence scared her the most. She would rather have Marcel be mad at her than this completely cold indifference.

"So I forgive you and then what?" Marcel waited for her answer and her throat went dry instantly.

"We get back together?" Arianna said, feeling a huge lump in her throat that refused to go down. She fiddled with her hands, and lowered her head to the ground instantly, avoiding his gaze. She was both anxious and embarrassed.

"And then what?" He asked again, leaving Arianna at a lost for words. Was he mocking her or was he curious to hear her opinion? She didn't know what to think.

"We would then get married," Arianna was tempted to say, but for some reason, the words couldn't leave her lips. What if she was moving too fast? Marcel hadn't even forgiven her and might find her thought ridiculous.

When Arianna didn't answer him, Marcel let out a disappointed sigh. He said, "It was a mistake coming here," and walked past her, shoving past her intentionally.

Wait a minute, was he leaving?

Oh no, she was suddenly filled with dread.

Arianna watched the scene with her mouth opened wide and she began to panic. No, no, no, he can't leave just like that! She hadn't gotten what she wanted, their issues weren't even resolved.

"Marcel!" Arianna turned and shouted his name in a hurry. Her heart was hurting and her hands were trembling uncontrollably. She couldn't let him leave. He can't leave her.

Marcel halted in his steps and Arianna was able to breathe. It was a relief that he was listening to her at least. Arianna was so scared to lose him. No, she couldn't lose him. It took a while for him to turn around, the tension in the room increasing to an uncomfortable level.

"What?" Marcel asked, annoyed.

"You can't go," She told him.

"Really?" Marcel found her command laughable. He then walked back to her in strides, intimidating her with his taller height and Arianna had to lift her gaze just to look at him.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't leave?" His voice was a sneer.

Arianna breathed, "I haven't even finished talking -"

"Don't waste my time, Arianna!"

"I love you!" Arianna shouted desperately, confessing the feelings that she had been holding in.

"I love you, Marcel," She said with conviction the second time while Marcel stood, his feet stuck to the ground. Even as emotionless as he had been earlier, it was clear that Marcel was pretty shaken up by the confession.

"It has been pretty hard living without you the past weeks. I never forgot what I did to you, Marcel, not even for a breathing second, the guilt tormented me day and night. But then, what hurt the most was the thought of never seeing you again. I don't want to break up with you, Marcel. I just want to be with you and I'm sorry for what I did. Please forgive me." Arianna burst into tears, unable to hold them in anymore.

The thought of Marcel leaving her was so severe and raw, she was scared out of her mind. Hence, Arianna had to put away her shame and insecurities to get him. Nothing else mattered aside from Marcel.

"I can even go down on my knees if that's what you want …" Arianna kneeled in front of Marcel causing his eyes to widen before he grabbed her arm and pushed her up to her feet.

"You foolish woman!" Marcel stared hard at her, unable to believe what she was about to do. However, all he saw was the genuine regret in her eyes and the tears running down her eyes. Arianna was so vulnerable right now his heart hurt.

At once, he pulled her into his embrace and hugged her tight while Arianna cried louder. Does this mean that he has forgiven her? Were they together again? She had so much to ask him but the tears wouldn't let her speak.

"What am I going to do with you?" Marcel let out a deep breath, smoothing his hand down her silky hair, comforting her. Just like that, every anger Marcel felt towards her melted away like butter on heat. He could never be mad at her, anyway. Not for lack.

Daniel had not been wrong in calling Arianna his weakness. She made him vulnerable. But then, Marcel would rather live a short but meaningful life with her by his side than a long and worthless life. Arianna added color to his life and he was not going to give her up that easily.

"Don't leave me…" Her words were barely comprehensible through the tears, but Marcel figured it out and he nodded, kissing the top of her head.

"I'm not going anywhere, you should stop crying, baby girl,"

Hearing that familiar nickname he used on her brought more tears to her eyes, and she cried harder. And Marcel who once saw ninety-nine percent of female tears as emotional manipulation was there to comfort her.

"Shh, it's enough," He cleared the tears with his thumb, even though more kept slipping down her cheeks. But then, she was not sobbing anymore except for the occasional hiccups, and calming her sure took some time.

"Yes, that's it, good girl," Marcel smiled when the tears stopped.

"I am not a baby, stop treating me like one," She sniffed loudly.

Marcel smirked at her, "No, you're not a baby, only my baby girl."

Her heart skipped a beat.

Damn.

He didn't even let her recover before he started using those cheesy lines on her.

Arianna went red in the face and she tried to turn the other way but he saw everything.

"Did you just blush?"

"No," Arianna answered quickly which was a lie and he saw through it.

"Then let me see," Marcel tried to turn her face but she evaded him and it turned into a childish scuffle.

However, Marcel won in the struggle and he cupped her face so he was able to look into her beautiful green eyes. He was glad to have her in his life again.

"I missed you," Marcel confessed, waiting expectantly for her answer.

"I missed you too," Arianna said, bringing a smile to Marcel's lips. From now on, she was not going to hide how much Marcel meant to her any longer.