Taken By The Mafia Lord

Unlike Marcel who was invigorated enough to carry on with the rest of his work, Arianna was out cold the instant her head found the bed. She was so tired that she couldn't lift a finger and Redhead who lay beside her was smart enough not to bother his mistress. He simply laid down and slept beside Arianna.

By the time Arianna woke up from her sleep, the sun had already gone down and to her shocking discovery, she had slept for ten hours, uninterrupted. No, she could have slept more if it wasn't for Redhead who woke her up with a full lick on the face. He was quite an effective alarm.

Nonetheless, Arianna woke up feeling strong and refreshed. She had not felt this genuine happiness in a while and she knew deep down it was all thanks to Marcel. They were together again!

"Isn't it amazing?" Arianna asked Redhead, right before she began to swing the dog around with both arms. She was on top of the world! Who knew the world was this beautiful? Arianna was delirious.

She and Redhead must be kindred spirits because the dog shared in her happiness, although Arianna had to chase him out of the bathroom during her bath. Redhead was male, remember? She was not going to corrupt her innocent baby.

By the time Arianna was done with her bath, she returned to her room to see a message floating on the screen of her new phone. It was a message from Marcel.

[Just a gentle reminder, Redhead seems to have developed a kink for biting fingers]

A slight furrow appeared on Arianna's brows when she read that. She turned to stare at Redhead on the floor who stared back at her with a heart-melting puppy look as if he knew that he had been found out and didn't want to be punished.

Just what bad habit had he picked up during her absence? Arianna had no doubt it was Samson's doing. Even a mere chihuahua would believe he's a lion after hanging around the predator for a while.

Well, she was here now and would straighten that habit out. If Redhead was going to hang around here, she can't have him going around and biting people's fingers.

She typed back,

[And whose fault is that? Your son, Samson, is a bad influence on Redhead?]

Arianna sent it, only for her phone to beep with a response almost immediately, startling her. Geez, she thought Marcel was a busy man. What kind of leader was he? Wasn't he supposed to be on the road most times? She could not even remember the number of night trips Eric took while living with him the past weeks.

She opened the message,

[Oh, we are taking sides now? Fine, you started it and we are going to see this to the end. Come online]

Although it was a mere message, she found the authority in his tone, hot. If only he would ask her to spread her legs for him in that …. Jesus Christ, get your mind off the gutter, Arianna!

Arianna groaned, throwing herself on the bed with the towel wrapped around her body. She should dress up, but no, chatting with Marcel was more interesting. She was going to enjoy arguing this issue with him tonight.

And so, their conversation online, began

[Marcel: What makes you think Samson is responsible for Redhead's actions?]

[Arianna: I'm just pointing out the fact that your son Samson is so ferocious and scary, unlike my meek and adorable son, Redhead]

[Marcel: And you think the meek and adorable ones aren't bad as well?]

[Arianna: Redhead does not bite fingers until he began hanging around with his brother, Samson. Perhaps, caution that rough son of yours a bit.]

[ Marcel: I can be meek and adorable if you want me to]

She blinked, what the heck?

[Arianna: How did the conversation change to this all of a sudden?]

Arianna was thrown off balance, that was not the response she was waiting for. She thought they were talking about raising their children better.

[Marcel: Aren't we talking about the meek and adorable having a bad side to them? I'm using myself as an example]

Use himself as an example, her butt! Arianna knew this was a topic change. That trickster cannot fool her!

[Arianna: Let's continue with our children, then. I don't need you at the moment]

[Marcel: Really? You don't NEED me?]

He emphasized that word and Arianna's mind instantly went down the dirty lane.

No!

She mentally slapped the thought out of her head. The word "need" refers to many things like a need for life; a need for food; the need for money! It's not just generated entirely internally, as in the need for pleasure, or….. Arianna swallowed numbly. If the word was just a necessity required for life, why then was she feeling flustered?

Another chat from Marcel came in,

[Marcel: Why aren't you responding? Cat got your tongue? Or do you NEED me already?]

Christ Jesus! Arianna's heart nearly jumped out of her chest when she read the message. She had become so sensitive to the word, it became a red flag in her sight.

The chat continued to drop from him.

[ Marcel: Fine. If that's the case then, let's talk about us.]

[Marcel: And do reply to me this time.inserts winky eye emoji. ]

Sly bastard, this has been his intention all this while. Pretend to be chaste in conversation at the start and just when her mind is far from sin, he comes in to sway her like the devil. A very sexy devil.

But then, why was she behaving like a virgin, either way, Arianna wondered. It's not like she hadn't done everything with him. She was not exactly chaste material anymore. Hence, Arianna pushed shame to the furthest part of her mind and typed,

[Arianna: What do you want us to talk about]

[Marcel: Interesting conversations]

[Arianna: Like what]

[Marcel: What are you wearing right now?]

Arianna paused, going red in the face.

Of course, what had she been expecting from Marcel? A holy conversation with him? What a joke, Marcel was all for the dirty talks.

[Arianna: I'm wearing a pretty dress]

[Marcel: Liar. ]