Taken By The Mafia Lord

314 Fight Me

Marcel looked like one threw shit on his face and Arianna couldn’t understand why? Did she do something wrong?

She gulped, calling his name carefully, “M-Marcel?” who knows? She couldn’t always tell what he was thinking?

“I’m never having kids,” Marcel said to her surprise and that only made Arianna more confused. What does having kids have to do with his face looking like that?

Could it be because she frowned at him for calling the child, ugly? Arianna couldn’t help but shake her head in disbelief, sometimes Marcel was more childish than she thought.

Well, it was refreshing to see this side of him. This side of him was better than his serious and mean side. Sometimes he was so scary she imagined if he had the same red blood flowing through her veins?

Unfortunately, Arianna didn’t know that Marcel was angry over the fact that she shifted all of the attention to the baby instead of him. He brought her here so she can see him in a different light, but all that baby did was sabotage their time together!

He was annoyed to death.

That was when Marcel had that useless thought. If somehow, you know, he and Arianna got married and have a kid, then her love, affection, and attention would have to be divided between the both of them? No, that thought didn’t sit right with him. Arianna was his and his alone.

“Let’s go,” Marcel grumbled and stood up.

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“Wait!” Arianna said and reached out, grabbing his hand.

Marcel looked down at the hand that she was holding and Arianna noticed that as well, a blush coating her cheeks. She tried to withdraw her grip but Marcel surprisingly tightened it causing her eyes to widen.

Arianna glanced up at him with a questioning look but Marcel didn’t say anything and simply tugged up to her feet gently. She watched as Marcel then properly intertwined their fingers together and lead her in the direction of the door.

All the while they walked, Arianna’s gaze never left their intertwined hands. What is going on here? Why was her heart pounding so hard? Blood was rushing to her head and it was making her almost dizzy. This was probably nothing. Marcel probably just felt like holding hands with her, right?

Arianna didn’t dare to conclude. Or maybe, she was just afraid of admitting it.

Their car was packed outside and Marcel first helped her get in and she was expecting him to come in but he didn’t.

Arianna saw him gesture to the soldier from earlier who went to him and watched in curiosity as Marcel tipped his head in direction of the surveillance camera at the entrance of the café and whispered something in his ear before the soldier nodded in understanding and went in.

Marcel joined her and Luca started the car? The soldier wasn’t joining them? Something was going on.

“Is something wrong?” Arianna asked him. She just has this feeling that Marcel was up to something again. Nothing he ever does is small, he was not telling her something.

“Huh? Is something wrong?” He pretended not to know what she was talking about. Here, that attitude was going to be a problem for them in the future.

What future by the way? She must be thinking nonsense.

Arianna pointed to the empty seat at the front,” He’s not joining us?”

“Oh, him?” Marcel smiled at her innocently, “I asked him to get us more of that delicious cake you ate earlier,”.

Nice excuse but Arianna was not buying that. There was no way that she was mistaken, she had really seen him signal to that surveillance camera.

“Really Marcel?” Arianna’s tone was deep and her brows were arched in such a way that demanded he doesn’t play her for a fool.

“Fine,” Marcel breathed, unable to keep the truth from her anymore.

Arianna wrapped her arms across her chest and readjusted in her seat. She wanted all of the truth right now.

“He’s there to erase evidence of our time together,”

“What?!” Arianna couldn’t understand the need for that and Marcel was quick to explain.

“I have many enemies, Arianna. They can’t find you else you might never have that freedom you desire when you get it at last.” He said.

Arianna’s eyes widened, those words playing in a loop in her mind. She might never have that freedom she desires when she gets it at last? Does that mean that there were chances he might release her in the future? Arianna was elevated inside.

But then, Marcel was quite considerate. He was thinking of her safety.

She grinned at him, “Does that mean that he’s still getting the cake?”

“Definitely,” Marcel grinned back at her and he looked incredibly handsome at that moment.

Damn it, Arianna drew her gaze away immediately. At this rate, she might really die from a heart attack because her heart wouldn’t stop beating fast. Thankfully, Marcel was not close enough to hear it.

They drove in silence, the air incredibly tense. With what happened today, it was obvious that there was a great shift in their relationship. They might have fought but their reconciliation this time brought them a whole lot closer than before.

When they reached the base, Arianna was the first to step out and wanted to leave for her prison, no, room – just today, she’d think of it as that – when she turned to Marcel, saying, “Thank you for today,”

“It was nothing but you’re welcome,” He said to her.

Arianna knew she had the right to be outside but right now, she was a captive and yet he let her out. She had to be content with that. For now.

She turned, about to leave, when Marcel suddenly said, “You said you can take up that mission,”

Arianna halted in her steps, her mind trying to sink in what she just heard.

Oh, definitely.

She turned to him, saying confidently, “I can do it,”

“I’ll let you do it then,”

Arianna was about to rejoice when he added, “Only on one condition,”

Her face changed, “What is it?” Arianna had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be as easy as she thought.

“You fight me,”

“What?!”