Taken By The Mafia Lord

Marcel was beginning to buck under the stress and it was all emotional. There was just so much going on in his head right now; he had yet to find his guns; there was his sister to rescue from his father; the gang to keep in check; and of course, yours lovely Arianna driving him crazy.

So even when he went outside to get air into his head, it didn't help at all. There were so many distractions such as some of his members greeting him and the others that did not acknowledge his presence were busy making out and doing the deed in spots that weren't as isolated as they thought.

Marcel had not felt as emotionally detached as tonight and he needed to be alone. So he went back to his room knowing that Arianna would be busy with the dancers downstairs. For now, he just needed to collect his thoughts.

Marcel had his head in his hands and was lost in his thoughts when a scream reached his ears. He recognized that voice as Arianna's and sighed, why was she back so soon? Wasn't she supposed to be having fun with Victor?

He lifted his head, "You're here?"

She didn't reply yet Marcel could see the confusion in her gaze. Thankfully, it wasn't pity he saw in there because he hated that.

Instead, Arianna lifted her head high and was about to leave him. The thought of her leaving him all alone scared him for a sec and he just spat out, "I'm sorry,"

"Huh?" She didn't believe it.

Wonderful Marcel, what have you done?

Even at that, Marcel thought he could try a different approach. Honestly, he was tired of fighting with her. He just needed a moment of internal peace tonight.

So he apologized properly.

"I'm sorry for dropping you earlier on the stage and I'm sorry for the way that I have treated you since your stay here. I treated you like an asshole and I deserve every punch that comes my way because if you want to punish me, now's your chance,"

Marcel knew how much she loathed him; he saw it in her eyes. The fierce need to hurt him was always there and perhaps, it was the need for vengeance that kept her going.

And this was him making penance for all he did to her - she get a chance to hit him to her satisfaction.

And she did it.

Marcel let out an "Oof" sound when her small fist connected with his stomach yet it knocked the breath out of him.

"Christ Jesus! Did you go for boxing classes?" He complained because it hurt.

"No, but this is my accumulated grievance speaking!" Arianna said, her chest heaving. She had put all of her strength into that punch?

Why wouldn't she when the heavens just answered her prayers and she got a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to hit Marcel?

What if it turned out that Marcel was merely joking with her and she just hit her? A voice reasoned in her head.

No, Marcel's words carry a lot of weight around here nor was he jovial. If there was anyone that could do such a thing, Arianna would gladly point out Victor. He was more of the trickster here.

She gave him a second punch saying, "That's for spanking me on the ass. You don't get to do that, you're not my papa,"

"Duly noted," Marcel acknowledged, trying to catch his breath from the second blow he suffered. This woman should be a heavyweight champion, what was she doing here?

Arianna drew her hand back, prepared to throw the third and final punch.

"This one is for dropping me," Arianna choose to punch him in the face this time but before her small fist could even touch the skin there, Marcel caught her fist.

She glanced up to see a glaring intensity there, he growled warningly, "Not the face,"

He let go of her hand and Arianna let it fall to her side limply. She had seen the ferocity in his eyes as if she committed a great crime when she tried to hit him there. Why was he so protective of his face? It seemed he treasured it over every part of his body? And there had to be a reason why.

Arianna didn't bother to continue with the last punch considering the tensed silence that fell over them after he stopped her from aiming for his face. So she headed for her room.

But at the door, Arianna watched out of the corner of her eyes and noticed the way he plopped down on the sofa. Marcel wasn't just exhausted physically, he was tired mentally as well.

Arianna frowned, what happened? Was she the one who made him this way? But he admitted that everything was his fault and even made up for it by letting her hit him. However, Arianna had to admit, she did make things hard for him as well.

She groaned, mentally banging her head against the wall. Arianna hated this. She hated to feel guilty. And she was going to regret this.

Without a second thought, Arianna turned around and went over to where Marcel was seated, staring into nothing.

She took his hand and tugged at it, rousing him from wherever his mind had traveled.

"What?" He murmured groggily, "You still want to hit me?"

Arianna rolled her eyes towards heaven, "Oh please, I'm not a gangster. Now up on your feet," She helped him stand.

"What now?" Marcel was slightly dazed and still thought she was out for revenge.

"We run,"

"What?" Marcel blinked at her statement.

"What's going on? Why should we run? Is there trouble -"

"God! You ask too many questions!" Arianna sighed exasperatedly and pulled him along as she broke into a sprint.

Marcel being shocked was an understatement. He thought Arianna was about to put him through another of her revenge plan but right now, they had run out of the room, down the stairs and she was leading him past the party ground and outside.

Huh, was she escaping with him?