Taken By The Mafia Lord

125 Marry Him

Arianna didn’t have a nightmare last night, no, she didn’t even have a dream. However, she woke up quite early and was on tenterhooks.

Her head was finally cleared from the events of yesterday and she had the opportunity to think. Now, how was she going to get herself out of this predicament? She can’t keep on deceiving Big Joe and pretending to be interested in being his faithful wife in the future.

However, it wasn’t that bad marrying Big Joe, right? She means, compared to Marcel, he’s been good to her.

No!!

Arianna shook the useless thought out of her head. What the hell was she thinking? She had to force herself to remember why she should never get married to Big Joe in the first place.

Number one, she wasn’t ready for marriage. Arianna was not against those getting into marriage early, however, she needed breathing space. She has heard how tough being married is and enjoyed her singlehood a bit before being tied into such bondage. Moreover, she would rather experience hell with the man she loved and Big Joe wasn’t that.

For sure the man was kind and all but those feelings were null. Arianna saw him as a brother she never had and that my friend is not enough for marriage! Unfortunately, the man she loves was nowhere to be found, preferring to act in the shadows.

Arianna sighed, rubbing her temple. She still had high hope of Elijah coming for her, but what if her hope was useless. She once heard a saying,

“Hope is a slow poison. It’s not just destined to kill you, it would torture your soul in installments, make you hallucinate that everything is going to be all right, and finally leaves you at the dead end.”

.....

Arianna prayed she didn’t end up that way; she hoped that the wedding would be stopped somehow and Elijah sweeps her away to their safe haven where they establish their family. Now, that sure sounds like a poison invading her mind.

Burying her face into the mattress, Arianna groaned. What was she going to do then?! Her situation was so frustrating, and she just kept moving back and forth between troubles. She needed a break for Christ’s sake. She needed to sort out everything; It was overwhelming. F*ck!

After releasing her frustration on the bed, Arianna went directly to her bathroom to have her bath and cool her head that was racing with a million thoughts per minute.

Her bathroom was stocked with more than enough toiletries and she had no doubt that was Kenith’s handwork. The products were not as many as it was the first time she was taken here and she had a feeling Kenith must have done that to ensure she doesn’t escape here again using toiletries as an excuse. He was covering all grounds and exploiting the loopholes she could have used.

Smart Asshole.

For some reason, knowing that Kenith must have purchased the

shampoo, dental floss, deodorant, soap and lots of them grossed her out. Arianna felt goosebumps on her arm and rubbed them together while looking around the bathroom to make sure she was truly alone.

At first, she wanted to make use of the shower, however, Arianna had this useless imagination where Kenith returned and sneaked up on her in the shower stall and she was powerless to stop him as he had his way with...

No! Arianna shook her head, that was impossible and can’t happen. She was just thinking nonsense. Even at that, she didn’t cross the shower stall and preferred to use the tub instead – thank God for that.

Although it was not as comfortable and luxurious as the bathtub at Marcel’s place, it was still something – and she could see anyone coming at her without sneaking up from behind. And why did she have to remember Marcel at a time like this? Her mood just got ruined.

Arianna threw her head back and enjoyed her bath. She ran the hot water faucet and it felt warm against her body, soothing and relaxing those muscles. All she needed to complete the experience was music, but then, she couldn’t remember the last time she held a phone in her hand. She didn’t even know where her own phone was. Probably lost.

This was one of the reasons she can’t get involved with these people. All the Mafia did was to take and not give; she had no freedom; no cellphone; no future; and no family.

Now she thought about family, Arianna couldn’t help but remember a tune her father used to play for her when she was younger. Feeling nostalgic all of a sudden, she began to whistle the tune.

Her father had been so used to that song, she couldn’t help but master it. One day, she remembered asking him, “Daddy, where did you learn that tune?”

Arianna recalled the way her father smiled, “It belongs to your mother,”

“My mother?”

“Umm”

“But you said mommy is dead,”

“Yes. But then, this was the song I used to win your mother’s heart,” He grinned at her.

Her little self looked up to her father with disbelief, “You made mommy fall for you with a song?”

“Of course!”

Arianna shook her head, “That’s lame,”

“What is lame about it, my little Arianna?”

“You’re telling me to sing this song to my crush and he’d like me?” She hardly believed him.

“Of course, he would – wait a minute, you have a crush?” Her father said and her little self realized her mistake at the last minute.

Uh-oh

“Nope,” She quickly said, turning the other way.

“Arianna?” her father pressed for more information.

“Maybe?” She fidgeted with her fingers, looking at him innocently while fluttering her lashes at him.

“God,” Her father threw his head back and laughed, “You are so cute and in trouble?” he leaned closer, “So tell who is this lucky guy?”

Little Arianna scratched her hair awkwardly, “I just met him yesterday,”

“You met him yesterday and you decided you like him?” Her father was bewildered.

She nodded.

“Why?” He asked.

“He’s cute,” Was Little Arianna’s reply.

Her father blinked, taken aback by her confession, “He’s cute? That’s all?”

“A-ha,” Arianna nodded confidently, “You know I like cute things,”

Her father’s jaw fell, who knows what he thought of at that moment. She wished she had the opportunity to ask him that.

Then little Arianna remembered and added in a hurry, “Oh! He has these amazing eyes...” She drew a circle in the air, ” It’s beautiful. I like staring into it, I feel like I could get lost in there. Daddy, do you think I should marry him?”