Taken By The Mafia Lord

432 Elijah Knew She Was Together With Marcel

Arianna chuckled as Marcel and Victor continued with their chase, notwithstanding their men watching them. But they turned around as if it wasn’t their first time seeing such a scene. Everyone knew Victor tended to taunt and goad Marcel into action.

Mimi giggled as well, leaning close to her to say, “Trust me, when I tell you that he’s secured the video already to his email, so even if Marcel deletes that video, he still has backup. Marcel will never hear the end of it.”

Arianna’s jaw dropped, then she burst into laughter as well. What the hell? She stared at Marcel who was now a blur to her thanks to the distance between them. However, she could tell that he was fucking mad and Victor would probably receive a few blows from him as a lesson before he let go of him. To think he wanted her to stick to his side throughout the party.

“Here,” Arianna turned to see Mimi handing a cup to her and she didn’t need God in heaven to tell her that the content was alcohol.

“Nope, not happening,” Arianna rejected it immediately. She didn’t like alcohol because it muddled one’s sense of reasoning and she needed her brain on track tonight. Moreover, the hangover was hell.

But Mimi was not taking no for an answer because she said,” You convinced Marcel to dance, surely, I would convince you to drink and come on, this is our party, tonight!” She raised the cup higher with a bitchy smile.

“Fine, just one drink,” She gave in.

“Good girl,” Mimi smiled at her and handed the cup to her which Arianna received and swinging her head back, took all of the drink in one gulp. It didn’t burn like the one she had with Marcel, hence Arianna could tell that it was beer, and all of it was alcohol; it was no good for her. Well, whatever!

Mimi was surprised when Arianna snatched the other drink in her hand and chug it down as well and she cheered her, “Woohoo, that’s how we do it!”

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Arianna took the third and the fourth... no, she stopped at the fourth drink. She was feeling a bit heady and that can’t be good. She was a smart woman and needed to be able to think fast especially when she had a possessive boyfriend by her side and lustful gazes that had become prominent without Marcel’s presence. Arianna just hoped no one signs his death sentence by walking over and hitting on her. She won’t be held responsible for that.

“Shit! Marcel wants to kill my piccolo leone!” Mimi cursed and dropped her drink when she looked in the distance and found out that Marcel had finally caught up to Victor and tackled him to the ground.

“Wait! What is piccolo leone?” Arianna was curious to know. She couldn’t believe that her friend was now into that language shit as well. God, she had to work hard and catch up to them.

Arianna had flunked her language study at school because she saw no need for it knowing that she’d be stuck with her uncle and his family in this city fighting for the right to her father’s property and trust fund. What was the need then? But now, she saw the need. It just sucked that she had no laptop or phone else she would have signed up for a language course or something.

She was lost in her thoughts when somebody suddenly bumped into her, his hand quickly resting on the small of her back to keep her steady on her feet and it sent shivers down her spine. What the hell? Before Arianna had the chance to look up at him, her thief senses tingled and she felt something being stuffed into her palm that she instinctively held on to.

He was gone before Arianna could turn around and that made her brows crease in confusion, what is going on here? However, her attention moved to the folded paper in her grip and she opened it with interest, hoping to God that it was a romantic stunt pulled secretly by Marcel. How sweet that would be, a smile pulled at the corner of her lips.

However, that smile on her face slowly thinned when she read the note.

[ You look lovely tonight. Miss me? – Yours. E.]

Arianna let the note drop from her hand, the night breeze blowing it away, but those words had been imprinted deep into her head already. She broke out in a cold sweat as her lips began to tremble knowing exactly who that initial belongs to. It was Elijah, the realization dawned loudly on her.

She whirled around at once trying to make out the location he was watching her from. Then it hit her, the man that knocked into her. It was him. Arianna searched round and round but there was no one but the dancing crowd with laughter on their faces as they enjoyed themselves. Unfortunately, Arianna was not enjoying herself any longer.

This was a nightmare.

Arianna always had this nagging feeling inside of her that Elijah would come back for her, but to think this soon, it didn’t cross her mind. She barely even started dating Marcel.

Marcel....

Since Elijah pointed out that she looked lovely, that means that he had been watching her all this while and might have seen her dance with Marcel. Unfortunately, that dance with Marcel had been anything but subtle, it was provocative and was enough to send the message home.

Oh my God, Elijah knew she was together with Marcel.

Arianna was so gripped with fear that she didn’t even realize that she was beginning to hyperventilate. Why was Elijah here? Had he come to rescue her and she fucked that up by being together with Marcel? What if he does something to Marcel? Marcel doesn’t even know that he’s here nor does he know what her ex-boyfriend looks like, giving Elijah the perfect opportunity to attack him.

Hence Arianna decided to warn Marcel, but the moment she took a step forward, her world swirled and she lost consciousness, falling to the ground.