Taken By The Mafia Lord

228 Keep Your Wandering Hands To Yourself

And there she was, sleeping peacefully without knowing the devil was in her midst. The devil, huh? Was he the devil? Marcel knew there were men in this world without even being in the Mafia, much crueler than him. No, compared to them, he was just touching the tip of the ice. But he bet that was what Arianna thought of him.

And perhaps, it was better she thought of him that way, because if she knew how much he was taken by her, she might ask for paradise. And that he wasn’t ready to give her because paradise was an illusion, but the world on her feet was reality.

Marcel bet the position she was in was uncomfortable and was tempted to lay her down – but not with that gun in her grasp. If she woke up suddenly, she might shoot him unintentionally from the fright.

So he took the gun from her carefully considering the safety was off. Damn it, does she even know how risky this was? She wasn’t a professional, what if she mistakenly shoots in her sleep and it ricochets and hurts her? He didn’t dare to imagine the scene.

Marcel took the gun from her and checked the chamber, a bullet was left. He couldn’t help but shake his head in disbelief, she had been threatening him and his entire soldiers with just one bullet?

She didn’t fail to disappoint him;

Her bravado was admirable. That was the kind of woman Marcel wanted, brave and smart, who could rule well by his side. Having been lectured from young by the father of the year, Daniel, Marcel had always despised weakness. Maybe that was why he was insanely attracted to Arianna, she fired him up.

Leaning over her, Marcel brushed the hair away from her face, murmuring, “You might not know it now, but I feel it in my bones. We are meant to be together, Arianna,”

Marcel changed his mind about helping her lie properly, the pain would serve as punishment for holding him hostage. So he turned off the light instead and waited.

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It was quite creepy because in the dark, his eyes never left her. If Arianna was a movie, then he wouldn’t mind watching her all day. And she didn’t fail his expectation because not long after, she woke up having sensed something was off.

Just as he thought, the gun was the first thing she searched for – she must be in a hurry to kill him. He couldn’t see her expression in the dark but he bet she was panicking, so he did her a favor by turning the light, “Looking for this?” and stepping into her line of sight.

Marcel took in the way she gulped down saliva out of nervousness. Does she think he’d hurt her? Well, he does need to punish her this time for her disobedience.

“I guess the field trip was all for nothing. In the end, you caught me,” She sighed in resignation, lying back down on the bed.

Marcel watched her in amusement, she submitted to her fate that easily. He loved it better when she fought like the wild cat she was. Well, not that he was complaining about this sudden change, she does look like a tamed cat.

Perhaps because she had slept and rested her brains, Arianna was able to think more clearly this time and knew it was useless fighting against Marcel. And gosh, it was late at night. She needed rest having worn out her body throughout the day.

“Can we do this in the morning? I’m really tired right now,” Arianna told him while tucking herself into bed. She would think better when the morning comes even though the night provides the best night to escape.

But that was pretty useless. If Marcel tracked her down this far, he pretty much had measures set up in case she runs again. She has been fighting him for a long time, perhaps, this was the time to throw him offside by conceding. Arianna bet he was stunned.

“If you want it that way then, baby girl,” He smiled at her.

Arianna was surprised by him readily accepting her request, she had expected a bit of protest considering she wasn’t trustworthy and had proven that plenty of times.

But she couldn’t tell out of the both of them who was thrown off balance when Marcel sat down on the other side of the bed and began to take off his boot.

“What are you doing?” Arianna felt the warning bell going off in her head.

“Well, you’ve been running all day and I’ve been chasing you. So that makes two of us,” Marcel’s reply didn’t answer her question.

“No,” Arianna shook her head to say he wasn’t following, “You don’t get it? Why are you taking off your boots?”

“To sleep of course,” Marcel looked at her as if she had grown two heads.

She crawled up to him on the bed, glaring at him defiantly, “Exactly, where?!”

He smirked, “Darling, you got us a room, where would I sleep otherwise?”

“On the couch in the sitting room!” Arianna pointed to the connecting room.

But Marcel looked at her as if she was bluffing, “Sorry, love, but I was raised as a prince and my body can’t stand anything less than a comfortable bed,”

“Is that so?” Arianna smiled, but it didn’t touch her eyes, “In that case, this princess would make herself comfortable in it,” she choose to leave instead.

Arianna was ready to get off the bed when Marcel suddenly pushed her back down, hovering over her.

“What are you doing?!” She yelped.

But Marcel didn’t reply, instead, he began to lean in and Arianna’s eyes went wide, realizing he wanted to kiss her. Nope, that wasn’t happening again.

She turned her face to the side just as Marcel dropped his lips to her ears, “Unless you want me to take off from the spanking incident, I suggest you behave,” He warned her.

Arianna went red in the face when she remembered that incident. She certainly didn’t want to experience that again – at least not with Marcel.

Hence, she didn’t complain when Marcel snuggled close to her, his arm wrapped around her waist in a strange intimacy. His warmth was somehow comforting even though she hated it.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long for Marcel to fall asleep and she was ready for work. Her aim was to retrieve her gun and she hadn’t even started when Marcel said to her with his eyes closed,

“You don’t need to bother about the gun, I’ve emptied the chamber. So unless you want to explore the inside of my briefs where the bullets tucked in safely, I suggest you keep your wandering hands to yourself. Pervert. ” He was smug.

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