Taken By The Mafia Lord

She simply got off the bed and went into the bathroom where she brushed and took her bath before going in search of him. However, the moment Arianna opened the door, she was shocked to see Samson lying down beside the entrance and a scream almost left her mouth had she not quickly cupped it with her hand. What the hell was the lion doing here?

Arianna couldn’t forget the last time she encountered the lion, it had scared the hell out of her, and that had been the day she fought with Marcel. Arianna always felt this animal was kind of intelligent, after all, why would it come to get vengeance for its master Marcel?

However, she and Marcel are good now. Does it mean the both of them were best pals as well? Arianna hoped so because the last thing she wanted was to become a lion’s breakfast – she still had this idea that keeping a lion as a pet is a bad idea, no matter what tamed it is.

She wondered if Marcel sent it upstairs or if the lion found its way here all by itself? At least the first option comforted her that the creature wouldn’t harm her since it was Marcel’s idea, but the second?

Not so encouraging.

She didn’t share the same bond as Marcel did with it.

However, Arianna was not a coward, so she pushed her fear aside knowing animals could pick up negative emotions like that. Moreover, Samson lay on the ground as usual and he must be sleeping because his eyes were closed and he was snoring loudly.

Was this where it usually slept? Arianna knew she wouldn’t be able to relax from now in this room knowing that a lion sleeps right outside the door. What if it pounces on her and kills her in her sleep? Damn, why does Marcel have to live dangerously?

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Arianna decided to tiptoe out of the room since the lion was still asleep and hadn’t noticed her presence, however, in the process of trying to avoid the lion at the door, she mistakenly hit the door frame and pain shot through her leg.

“Ouch!” A yelp escaped her lips as she grabbed her leg and hopped on one foot.

The lion woke.

“Mummy!” Arianna cried out when Samson woke up from his slumber and stood to his magnificent height, a grunt escaping his lips. She wanted to run but fear crippled her and Arianna stood there, her feet glued to the ground.

This was her end, Arianna decided as Samson released a woof, combined with the huffing and snorting sounds he made in conjunction with it as he pawed towards her.

Where the hell was Marcel? Arianna was frightened out of her mind. If she dies here and ends up in Samson’s stomach, she would return as a malevolent ghost and haunt Marcel for the rest of his life. No matter where he hides, she would hunt him to the ends of the earth.

Arianna felt the lion’s heat even before it got close to her and she squeezed her eyes shut and stood as still as a rock. She would not watch the moment of her death and maybe the pain wouldn’t be that much.

However, to her surprise, something nudged her leg and she ignored it the first time until she felt it the second time and that made her pop an eye open with the other still closed.

Huh? Samson wasn’t eating her yet.

Arianna had to open her other eyes to see the lion running his snout across her leg and call it instinct, she felt that the lion was calling for her attention. So she bent with furrowed brows, her body still on full alert. What if the lion wanted her to bend to his height so it could take off her head easily.

No, Arianna thought otherwise. Samson was currently huffing and puffing and that sounded like a happy lion to her. The moment she crouched down, the Lion sniffed her and before Arianna could stop it, having seen that coming, it licked her soundly across the face.

That was cute yet ouch!

Okay, the Lion was in a good mood and wanted her attention. So Arianna reached out, although cautiously at first, and stroked it’s incredibly thick and full mane, and Samson moaned.

Wow, Arianna was stunned by the scene. She had only seen lions on television and never once up close and the only sound she knew lions made was to roar, hence it didn’t hit her that they communicated in many different ways using sounds. If only his tongue was smooth, then she would have enjoyed his face licks a bit better.

Samson tackled Arianna to the ground and from there, it was all out fun and that was the scene Marcel was treated to when he returned to the room.

“I see you both are bonding already,” Marcel said, walking over to them.

However, before he could reach them, Samson turned and growled at him territorially and that made Marcel halt in his steps, brows arched in surprise.

Hands on his waist, he told Samson, “You do know that’s my woman you’re getting possessive over?”

Samson snorted, standing his ground.

“Hey, boy,” Arianna called the lion’s attention, scratching his side while running her hand through his mane and Samson purred, his eyes closing in delight.

“Let’s not start a fight, okay? You know Marcel does love you,” Arianna spoke to it as if he could understand her. And not surprising, in the end, Samson walked over to Marcel and he pet it on the head.

She couldn’t tell what Marcel said to it but Samson left the room for them, swinging his tail from side to side happily.

“You have to teach me how to do that,” Arianna said to him, eager to learn his trick.

“Yeah, I would,” He added, “Right after you marry me,”

He snatched her lips in a sweet kiss and when they parted, Marcel said to her sexily, “Goodmorning, baby girl.”

Arianna melted on the inside.