Taken By The Mafia Lord

So when she danced around him once more, Arianna couldn’t waste her limited time and struck. She raised her knees at the same time she placed her hand on his shoulder, but Marcel was faster.

He blocked her kick and took her wrist, and twisted it back. But then, Marcel must have applied too much force because she shrieked as loud as a banshee at the gesture causing him to let go of her immediately with a look of horror.

Arianna fell to the ground while cradling her wrist he must have broken in the process. Marcel went as white as a ghost when that thought hit him – he injured her. He has hurt her in his quest to win some stupid deal.

Marcel was so plunged with guilt that he didn’t even realize when his legs were swept out from beneath him and he landed on the ground with an “Oof!” his breath knocked out of his lungs.

It wasn’t until Arianna was straddling him with the happiest look he had ever seen on her face since she arrived here that it dawned on him, that she tricked him.

Even when a mighty roar came from the audience and there was celebration everywhere, Marcel was lost in his thought.

He knew the reason Arianna won. She didn’t win because he was distracted by her petty tricks, no, it was because he started developing emotions.

The emotions his father Daniel had worked over the years to eradicate out of him, it was back and stronger. Marcel hadn’t always been this cruel and violent, no, he had been a sweet, young boy, taken care of by his mother. And that was the problem. His father wanted him to toughen up, his mother was making him weak.

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So Daniel hit his mother most time when she wouldn’t let him train. And then he would tell him later, “You see that anger, resentment, in your chest. That’s what I want! No Luciano is a weakling. Turn those negative feelings into a weapon and when you’re strong enough, come for me.”

So he worked day and night, trying to be smarter and stronger, pushing everyone away except for his mother. Marcel wanted to prove to his father that one could still be stronger and love at the same time.

But for who? His mother died before he could prove it. Who was he proving it for then? He remembered his father telling him, “Your mother only died because she’s a weakling. This world only has space for the strong.”

So, he decided to be strong from then now. And guess what, while being stronger got him the respect he wanted, it left him empty. Marcel knew something was missing, he couldn’t even tell if he was living or merely existing.

But that wasn’t the case anymore. Arianna, made him feel alive. Those emotions made him blind enough that she even defeated him.

Thanks to that, common sense told Marcel that he shouldn’t let her near him, but that was the problem, he needed her near him.

She made him calm and happy. A feeling that he hadn’t experienced for a while now. Arianna would burn him alive but that pain was a huge reminder that he was alive and not just an existence. He needed her.

Marcel didn’t need Victor to force the truth out of his mouth any more because he knew at that moment, that even if Elijah returned with his weapons and demanded Arianna, he wasn’t giving her to him.

Like the wolf that devoured Little Red Riding Hood, Marcel wasn’t letting go of her because he has his eyes on her – for a long time now. Marcel just made up his mind that he would have his eyes on her forever.

She won?

She fucking won?!

Arianna couldn’t believe it! It seemed a bit surreal! She didn’t even imagine herself winning in her imagination after Mimi suggested she used her feminine charm instead of fighting him like a brute.

Honestly, she had run out of ideas on how to secure the third hit until the pain in his wrist gave her an idea. Be a barbie. Men were naturally protective of women, and what more, one who has a crush on you? So she applied it and it worked in her favor!

Arianna did a little Victory dance on Marcel? Oh shit! She realized at the end as she tried to stand. She straddled him earlier to suppress and rub her victory all over his face. But then, the match was over and the touching wasn’t permitted anymore.

But before she could stand, Marcel had already grabbed her waist and pushed her down to him so he could easily whisper into her ears.

“You’ve been having your fun all this while and now, it is my turn, hence, you don’t get to argue about the no-touching rule. You should start running, now, Arianna, find a good place I would not find you and hide out until I cool off, because once I get my hands on you, I’m fucking your brains out. You have just a minute until I’m after you like a cheetah. ”

Arianna didn’t have the time to be shocked because she could see the truth in those darkened gray eyes. As much as she was attracted to Marcel, fucking her brains out wasn’t her ideal type of sex nor was she ready for sex with him. Now, maybe?

So she ran like the flash, past her newly formed fans and her bestie Mimi who wanted to pull her into a victory hug. But Arianna gave up all those and ran for her life, no, , in this case.

All the while, her heart kept beating in her chest. Marcel knows the base like the back of his hands, where could she possibly hide that he wouldn’t be able to find her.