Taken By The Mafia Lord

813 Arianna Was Mad At Marcel

“Marcel!” Arianna was relieved when she saw him in the waiting room and ran over to him. She literally jumped into his arms, breathing in relief that he was alive. And he looked fine. Or so she thought.

Although he caught her as usual, the sound of a pained groan escaped his lips and she definitely heard that. With a furrowed brow, Arianna broke apart from him and took a few steps back, taking him in.

There were a few bruises on his face, his hair was ruffled and he generally looked like he had been dragged out of a bin. Yes, his clothes were dirty but he looked fine physically, still yet, Arianna was not convinced and that was confirmed by the way he tactically averted her gaze.

Arianna knew Marcel too well and right now, her stubborn boyfriend and father of her child was hiding something from him. Her lips pressed together, she strode over to him and grabbed the hem and his eyes widened.

Gotcha.

“Arianna….” Marcel pleaded, placing his hand over her grip to try to stop her from lifting his chest. But Arianna was not listening, he dared to lie to her.

She shrugged his grip off and lifted his shirt only to see the vest-sized bruise on his torso from the impact.

“Holy mother of God,” Arianna gasped from the shock, lifting her other hand to her trembling lips while her eyes grew wide.

“H-how…” She tried to speak, but no words would come out of her mouth, still stunned by what she saw.

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“It’s not a big deal,” Marcel said, lowering his chest and trying to convince her that he was okay. But the words alone made her eyes flash in anger instead.

“What do you mean by this is nothing?! Does this look like nothing?! Were you waiting until you died before you asked for treatment?! You’re in a fucking hospital, Marcel?!” She scolded him, intensely.

Arianna had been through so much in one night and the thought of losing Marcel made her so emotional that she took it all out on him.

“Arianna…”

“No,” She cut him off, “How are you even moving right now? With such bruising on your chest, even breathing should be worse.”

Marcel gulped nervously, should he or should he not tell her?

“Marcelo Xavier Luciano!” She used her serious tone on him and stepped closer to the point where she was looking straight into his eyes – even though he was a head taller.

“Morphine!” He breathed out, unable to longer withhold the truth anymore. God, she was scary.

Her face distorted, “What?”

Marcel felt like a child being scolded by his mother and looked the other way, unable to look her in the eyes.

“You can’t depend on morphine and should be receiving treatment right now! How are you so dumb!” She yelled in his face and then turned to see one of the doctors standing with Ezra and watching their drama.

“You!” She pointed at the doctor, who awkwardly pointed back at himself, looking around to see if she had mistaken him for someone else.

“Me?”

“Yes, you!” Arianna said and then began to drag Marcel along saying, “While it’s right to worry about Victor, you’re in no condition to worry about someone else. Right now, you need a scan and medical attention,”

But Marcel told her, “You’re right Arianna, but you need to calm down first of all.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” She retorted, “How do you expect me to calm down when you can’t even take care of –mmmm,”

Marcel cut her off by pressing his lips against hers and kissed her leaving their audience – Ezra and the doctor – surprised at the turn of events. They had been awaiting Marcel’s response and never saw the kiss coming.

Oh no, this was not happening!

Arianna knew this was Marcel’s tactic to keep her from talking. But then, she had a lot of pent-up energy inside and needed to let it out. In one word, she wants to give Marcel a piece of her mind. This conflict cannot be averted with a mere kiss.

So with all of her strength, Arianna managed to push him away, untangling herself from the kiss.

“Y-You!” She looked at him with eyes of fury, “How dare try to distract me with a –”

Again, he crushed his lips to hers, stealing the rest of her heated words, his hand wrapping around her waist and pressing her to his body so she was not able to escape from him the second time.

It was not just a kiss. It was a possession and Arianna felt it down to her toes that curled. Marcel’s hand traveled into her hair and kept her still as he ravished her mouth. He kissed her hard and deep, nearly punishing her until every form of resistance left her body.

Why was she even fighting in the first place, Arianna wondered as she moaned into his mouth. She arched into him, her hand curling around his neck before digging it through his silky hair as their tongues battled.

Nonetheless, all that mattered was that he was here. Even if he acted like an asshole sometimes and a dumb fool like now, he was alive. Marcel finally eased the ferocity of his kiss when he sensed the anger left her system. So he tasted her sweet lips, nibbling on her lower lips. His tongue teased her once again until they pulled away and he leaned her forehead to hers.

“I’m sorry,” He apologized to her, “I’m sorry for making you too much.”

Arianna wanted to be mad at him for endangering his health, but he already melted away the anger with his tongue and now, she was merely tired.

“How can I get mad at you when you have a face as handsome as the Greek gods?”

“Ouch,” Marcel said.

She lifted her face in surprise, thinking she said something wrong, “What?”

Marcel smirked, “Have you forgotten all Greek gods’ statues have small dicks?”

What the….. Arianna burst into laughter instead.