Taken By The Mafia Lord

248 Kidnapping Turned Him On

Arianna has met a lot of people, but not one that could eat like a Buffalo. Not that she has seen a buffalo eat before but you get the concept.

She finally understood why there was a lot of food on the table because with Victor joining them, there was currently little to nothing left.

“You should slow...” Marcel didn’t get to finish the rest of his statement because Victor lifted his head and glared at him so fiercely that if his eyes were bullets, thousands of it would have been lodged in Marcel’s chest by now.

Arianna observed the hostility between both cousins, it seems they had a fight. This was interesting – this place wasn’t as boring as she thought.

Whatever was bothering Victor must be quite intense because he scoffed down the food as if an apocalypse would happen in the next minute and he was hoarding energy.

“Seriously,” Marcel couldn’t take it anymore, “You’re going to die from food -”

“Go to hell!” Victor screamed at him, bits of food escaping from his mouth and let’s just say that Arianna who was beside Victor would never look at him the same way again.

“Don’t tell me what to do, it’s my shity business!” Victor screamed at his cousin’s, startling Arianna. Not to talk of Marcel who took the brunt.

“Because this is all your fault, asshole!” Victor stood up abruptly – but not without grabbing a bread roll from the tray and took a savage bite out of it like a caveman – and left the same way he came.

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Marcel was stunned by his cousin’s attitude and was only able to recover when he was gone. He then yelled at the empty space, “Come back here, you little, arrogant brat!” Marcel was unable to control his anger, glaring at his empty seat.

Meanwhile, Arianna wrapped her arms across her chest, watching the drama and when it looked as if Marcel had calmed down a bit, she faced him,

“I guess I’m not the only one you hurt in your quest to get what you want. How horrible you must feel right now,” She said with fake sympathy.

“Not you too, please,” Marcel pleaded with closed ones, rubbing his temple. He had so much on his plate already and he didn’t want her to add to it – and she was good at goading him.

It wouldn’t be easy to win back Victor. This wasn’t the time either for the both of them to be at each other’s throat, not when Elijah’s case was still unsolved. They worked like the wheels on a bicycle and Marcel couldn’t function properly without his cousin. He had to find a way to get Victor to forgive him.

“Why?” Arianna went on nonetheless with his warning. What’s the worst that he could do to her? She already experienced it all.

And let’s be honest here, even if he locked her up again, if she played her cards well, he’d be the one letting her out and begging for her forgiveness.

He told her he likes her? she was going to use that. The worst mistake Marcel made was giving her that privilege.

“You don’t seem like the type to welcome people’s opinions. I’m just stating what I saw,” She laughed sarcastically, “What did you do to your cousin, Marcel? It doesn’t seem like you hit him else the bruises would be on his face?”

Marcel growled at her, “I’m not abusive,”

“That’s rich coming from the mouth of someone who kidnapped me....” She paused and laughed, “Wait a minute, don’t tell me you kidnapped someone he likes?” she randomly guessed.

His expression shifted.

She caught it.

“My God,” Arianna gasped, “You must really like kidnapping people? First, me, then, Mimi, and now, even your cousin’s crush? What’s wrong with you? You must like kidnapping people and all since you’re the boss and have the power to do whatever you want? Tell me, Marcel, kidnapping people, does it turn you on? Damn, you really need help before you turn into a full pledged psychopath,” Arianna fired at him without mercy.

She wanted to provoke him and it was working because Marcel’s eyes flashed and in the next minute, he was upon her. Even when he loomed above her, Arianna didn’t back down. Gone were her days of running, she was not afraid of him anymore. She would love to see what he could do best.

He hurled her up to her feet without warning and though her heart was pounding in her throat, Arianna didn’t show fear. Not even when he had his hands around her throat and could squeeze the life out of her.

But Marcel didn’t crush her windpipe nor choke her, his hand was just there as a reminder of how fragile she was and how easily he could end her.

“Do it then,” Arianna met his challenge, lifting her chin, “I’ve provoked and challenged you long enough, isn’t it enough crime to take away my life, Boss?” she said with a sneer.

Marcel’s jaw ticked and his eyes looked like it would spit fire anytime soon which was a huge contrast to the way he held her neck, almost caressing it, not that Arianna noticed. For all she knows, it was warm-up before he decided to choke her to death.

And as she guessed, his hand tightened in the next minute, cutting off the air she was breathing in. Her eyes widened, he really wanted to kill her? Fine! Let him do it! She’d be rid of him and this world and finally find the peace she craved in the afterlife.

Marcel’s voice was a growl as he said, “You asked me if kidnapping turns me on? No, it doesn’t. But I’ll show you what turns me on,” He suddenly released her throat to her surprise and she was able to breathe.

However, Arianna hardly got a lungful of air before his hand went around her waist, pressing her flush against his body as his lips crashed down on her.

Arianna forgot how to breathe once more because he stole the little air she managed to snag before her time was up. Her body stilled as her brain attempted to interpret what was going on?

Marcel was kissing her?