Taken By The Mafia Lord

This changes nothing between them, Marcel thought even as Arianna lay asleep in his arms as he carried her into her, no, his room.

Where was he going to sleep tonight?

Don't get him wrong, Marcel had a lot of empty rooms but he preferred this one to others because of the resources he put in while decorating it. His bed especially was so soft that one would think he or she was floating on clouds while lying on it.

Don't stare at him that way, it's his money and he decides what to do with it?

Even as Marcel came into the house, he made sure to look out for his men - he didn't want them to misunderstand him carrying Arianna. But then since when did he begin to care about what his subordinates would say?

This was not the first time he had a lady in his arms in their presence - usually, his dates would hook their hand around his arm and not him - Marcel - carrying them off their feet into his room.

His men would think he was taking her to bed. Surely, it wasn't a crime to take his enemy to bed, right? Except that in the past, it was all a pretense and he - Marcel - would end his enemies life on the bed before they even think of undressing him.

Whatever! Marcel thought as he carried Arianna into the house. If they had a problem with him carrying Arianna, they should come to him - and he would increase their workload.

But then Marcel was worrying over nothing because most of the men he met inside were dead drunk while the others were so drunk, they couldn't even recognize him.

Marcel sighed, they were all a goner if an enemy gang decided to attack at this moment - all thanks to Victor. Tsk Tsk. The great Luciano clan, his ass!

However, his brows couldn't help but furrow when he saw the stains on his rug, the walls, broken vases, and a few ruined items. Even a woman's panty was hanging on the chandelier. His precious chandelier?!

Oh no.

Veins almost burst out from Marcel's head as he gritted his teeth. That imperial neoclassical eighteen-light chandelier was from Russia's Pavlovsk Palace, specifically from Empress Maria Feodorovna's bedroom, and cost him Eight hundreds fifteen thousand and twenty-five dollars!

How could they do this to his precious? Marcel was close to tears.

At once, a scary look entered Marcel's eyes, he would make sure that Victor pays for every dime that was ruined tonight. Those cost him money! Money! How could they do this to his precious mansion?

Marcel was not stingy or frugal with his resources, he was just possessive and protective of his things, especially the beautiful ones. This was why when Arianna had ruined his rooms, he was almost tempted to kill her.

But then Victor would be the one he was killing tomorrow. He knew his nature yet refused to control his wild men. Until tomorrow, an evil smirk tugged his lips to the side.

Perhaps due to the terrifying glint in his eyes, his men that were still on their feet and patrolling the area avoided Marcel and didn't make a comment nor look twice about the sleeping Arianna in his arms. And they were quite lucky because Marcel was in the mood to bite someone's head off.

When Marcel reached his living room, he placed Arianna gently on the bed as if he was scared to wake her up. And true to his words, he was scared that she would wake and continue crying from where she stopped especially when she sees herself in this room. The thought of those tears sent shivers down his spine, he wouldn't want to experience that ever again.

Now what?

Marcel wondered as he stood in front of the bed staring at her sleeping figure.

He wanted his bed back.

Marcel was not used to sleeping on the couches nor were the other beds as soft as his own. It was while he was thinking of his next option that he noticed the smudges on Arianna's body.

That stupid woman didn't even take a bath before going to bed after throwing herself on the lawn. How could someone be this careless? Marcel began to wonder how she has lived over the years. No wonder she keeps attracting trouble wherever she goes.

Marcel sighed and then went to his bathroom where he grabbed a plastic basin, filled it with water, added a little liquid soap, and returned to the room with a towel.

He sat down, placing the bowel on the nightstand. His gaze roved over Arianna as if scanning the state of her body and deciding where to begin.

When Marcel was done with his "X-ray", he dipped the towel into the water, wring it, and took Arianna's hands where he began to wipe off the dirt.

He couldn't believe that at his age and position that he was still taking care of a grown woman, even Chloe wasn't as careless as this one.

In fact, Marcel began to wonder why he was doing this in the first place. Why should he be taking care of a grown-ass woman - who wasn't even aware of the favors he was bestowing on her.

[AN: Well, nobody asked you to, good Samaritan. So shut up and do the task well!]

Marcel continued to grumble as he wiped off the dirt till he reached her face. He changed the waters a couple of times and now, he was using a clean one for her face.

He traced down the dirt on her nose with the towel only for a few drops of water to slip out and wanted to trail down into her mouth.

Oh no!

Marcel panicked, and with lightning speed, used his hand to smear the water across her cheeks before it even touched her mouth.

That was close, Marcel released a sigh of relief. He almost fed her dirty water in the process of doing good.

Wonderful Marcel. Good Job. He chided himself.

However, Marcel's hand mistakenly touched her lips and electric current passed through his body.