Taken By The Mafia Lord

447 He Was Damned

Arianna knew something was wrong the moment she felt Marcel stiffen while his demeanor changed instantly and didn’t even need to ask what was going on. There was only one person who could elicit such a reaction from him and that was his father.

Marcel was not afraid of the old men, however, that reaction was a reflex action he developed as a kid towards his father – when he had been unable to protect himself and his mother. But not anymore, he was a man now and capable of protecting those he loved, there was no need to fear him, and just had to outgrow those feelings.

“What is it?” He answered the call, his tone was flat yet on edge. Nothing good could ever come out of his father calling him. So he leaned back against the headboard and tried not to think too much, appearing brave in Arianna’s eyes. She can’t see any fear in his eyes, Marcel didn’t want to put that burden on her.

Arianna knew something was wrong and she wanted to provide a level of comfort to Marcel, you know assure him that he wasn’t alone in this fight against his father. But at the same time, an idea hit her and a deadly smirk crossed her lips, one that Marcel didn’t see because his attention was on the call.

She remembered the day he touched her beneath the table, she hadn’t forgotten her need for vengeance and it seems the perfect opportunity has presented itself. She’d see how much self-control Marcel does have.

“I wouldn’t mind the way you address me on other days, but today, I’m particularly peeved, so if I were you, I would watch the way you speak to me!” His father spoke through gritted teeth from the other end of the call.

As if Marcel would listen.

“Why?” He smirked, “If you want someone running around calling you papa, then I can safely inform you that you’re a bit late for that. If you want that so badly, why don’t you go back in time and set some things right, enough to keep my mother alive, and perhaps, I can address you with the respect you want,” Marcel sneered openly.

He enjoyed taunting his father and knowing the man was affected gave him joy like no other. But that was until he felt hands on his zipper and the next thing, his cock sprang free and he looked down to discover the dark look in Arianna’s eyes.

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Oh no.

Not now.

It was her turn and Arianna was determined to torment Marcel the same way he tormented her that day. The naughty side of her couldn’t help but wonder what his father would think of him if he found out his son was having a blow job done while speaking to him. From what she knew of Daniel so far, he would definitely blow up a fuse. But that was on Marcel, he shouldn’t have played with her without thinking about the consequences. This was her serving him cold revenge.

“Fuck!” Marcel struggled hard to concentrate on the phone the moment she curled her hand around his shaft with that fuck-you look in her eyes. Without Arianna telling him, Marcel recognized what this was, her revenge for that day he touched her in front of the others. He didn’t know Arianna was this vindictive and the fact he found that trait sexy as hell must mean that there was a loose crew in his head.

“I heard you haven’t visited Clara so far?”

“What?” Marcel focused on taking deep, long breaths so he didn’t pant like a labored donkey as Arianna ran her head up and down his length. She really lived up to her reputation as his siren. Arianna would lure him to his death.

“Are you deaf today?” Daniel’s tone went up a notch, showing he was angry, “Your wedding is coming up this week and yet, there is no response from the groom’s side, are you kidding me right now, Marcello?”

“Oh, you mean your wedding?” Marcel taunted him.

“What?” Daniel was dumbfounded.

“And second of all, don’t call me that. You don’t get to call my name affectionately,” He warned his father firmly, but in reality, Marcel was merely frustrated that he was stuck between his father’s antics and Arianna wreaking havoc on his body. He really wanted to enjoy this moment, but he couldn’t ignore his father, otherwise, the man would make a visit here, and that was the least he wanted.

Arianna was lying in between his legs, relaxed as fuck while he was uncomfortable as hell as she dipped her head and licked his base and he fought the moan that tried to escape his mouth. Marcel was aching as he grew unbearably hard, and one thing was for sure, once he was done with this annoying call, he would give Arianna what she was asking for. She can’t ask for trouble and go scot-free.

“What are you talking about, boy?” Daniel seemed to be confused this time.

“All this time, you held me captive to that engagement with my sister’s life and you think I wouldn’t find out that she’s no longer with you?” Marcel hissed in the end when Arianna licked up his length and then swirled her tongue around his angry-looking purple head. At least, hissing was a sign of anger and his father wouldn’t think he was having a blow job in the middle of his call. That man took respect seriously. This was damned. He was damned.

“Oh, so that’s the problem?” Daniel asked him, “How did you find out?”

“Does that matter?” Marcel retorted even though he had an inkling the man was already doing the calculation in his head.

Yes, his father would eventually find out what he did, but the deed was already done and there was nothing he could do. Knowing the old man, he would fight for damage control first since the marriage is more important to him than having vengeance on those who carried out his bidding. Luckily, Arianna and Mimi were safe with him and his father couldn’t lay a hand on them.