Taken By The Mafia Lord

64 Who Do You Think You Are?

His blood ran cold.

Whatever else Victor said, Marcel didn’t hear any of it because he hurried over to the window and looked down. One couldn’t imagine the relief that went through him when all he saw on the ground was the fireplace poker and not Arianna’s body.

He released a fleeting breath, leaning against the wall while his hand came to press on his forehead. Now he wasn’t panicking, it came to his mind that the window in his room had bars while the veranda door was sealed meaning that Arianna couldn’t get access to the outside.

But then, what the hell was she doing? She smashed his window with a fire poker for christ’s sake.

At once, Marcel pushed off the wall, planning to go check up on what she was doing only for Victor to block his path.

“You don’t have to go there. I’m sure she just wants to get your attention,” Victor said to him in a hurry, seeing that Marcel was not slowing down anytime soon.

“Out of the way, Victor,” Marcel sidestepped him as if he wasn’t there in the first place.

“This is why I hate drama queens,” Victor cursed under his breath yet followed after him.

He didn’t trust that Arianna girl and had to make sure she didn’t place a spell on Marcel or something.

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Victor, the guardian, followed his cousin to the third floor and upon getting to the entrance of the room, he saw Marcel freeze and that was for a good reason.

Victor gulped when he saw that water was leaking into the passageway even with the door closed and he could only guess the disaster that Arianna created inside. Someone was in deep shit.

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Slowly, almost dramatically, Marcel unlocked the door and more water poured into the passage as soon as it was opened.

Marcel didn’t move, he stayed as still as a statue and when Victor peered over his shoulder to see the disaster Arianna created, a shocked gasp left his lips. What the fuck? Was she crazy?

The water in the room was touching their ankle and all the ruined items in the room were beginning to float. As if that wasn’t enough, one of Marcel’s beloved super expensive Calvin Klein t-shirts floated along and Victor said a silent prayer for her soul.

Perhaps, he had been worrying too much, because he was sure as hell that Marcel would kill that spoiled brat now.

As if that wasn’t enough, Victor watched Arianna, the culprit of this disaster, seated on the bed with her leg thrown over the other while Marcel’s odd yet newest pet rested on her thigh. She looked nonchalance, none of this bothered her – because she created it. The nerve.

“Well, hello, look who decided to visit,” she purred, a victorious glint in her eyes while she stroked Redhead’s furs.

Marcel didn’t say a word yet his gaze was enough to pulverize anything in his path. He just kept looking around all the properties he had lost in a twinkle of an eye. No one could tell what Marcel had in mind but it wasn’t something good.

Marcel took a step forward and it almost seemed the ground quaked in Victor’s mind. He took another step and the world shook.

Oh no, as much as he didn’t like Arianna, he would not be the one to clean up what was left of her after Marcel was done with her.

At once, he put himself in front of Marcel, a hand on his chest intending to stop him, “Come on Marcel, turn around. She’s not worth it,” He shook his head as if to prove his point.

“Leave,” Marcel told him.

“Marcel, listen to me -”

“Leave now!” Marcel thundered this time, his gaze so fiery when he looked into his eyes.

Victor’s hand fell and he gave Arianna one long pitiful look before he took his leave. He tried his best and Arianna’s death would not be on him.

She caused it all.

Victor shut the door on his way out – he didn’t want to hear her screams when Marcel skinned her alive.

Even when Victor left, Arianna didn’t show a trace of fear – or maybe she was trying hard not to, especially now his gaze was becoming frightening akin to a furious beast. Her head tilted to the side mockingly; she didn’t regard Marcel’s presence.

Arianna was taking a huge gamble and there were only two results in the end – her death or Marcel acknowledging her right here. Fortunately, she was not afraid of her death, Elijah would be safe at least.

“You have quite the nerve!” Marcel roared, striding towards her with a great speed that frightened her.

At that moment, Marcel looked like a massive lion about to pounce on his prey and as much as her instinct warned her to run, she stood her ground. She was a strong woman and would not be intimidated by that arrogant, neanderthal caveman!

However, when Marcel came too close to her, Arianna found herself cowering back but only for a moment because Marcel pinned her to the bed by the neck while Redhead jumped off the bed and onto the nightstand with a bark. The situation looked precarious right now, the dog thought.

“Who do you think you are?!” Marcel sneered, the rims of his eyes were red and veins were bulging from his neck and forehead.

As much as he had enough money to replace all she had broken, some of the items were limited edition. Aside from that, this was a huge disrespect to his position.

He was Marcelo Luciano, the only son, and heir to the Luciano clan. Everyone feared and revered him, even his sister Chloe wouldn’t attempt a stunt like this and go scot-free. So who does Arianna think she is? She was nothing but a conquest he won! He would teach her respect today.

But to Marcel’s surprise, she began to laugh – even when he had his grip around her neck. She puzzles him.

“So now you got me, what are you going to do? Kill me? Oh, spank me?” She taunted him.

Ariana was mocking him, Marcel realized and that didn’t sit well with him. However, his eyes suddenly brightened upon her comment and that was the mistake she made.

Arianna was smug until Marcel said with a strange glint in his eyes, “Good idea,” and it hit her.

Her eyes widened when she realized his intention, “No, no, no!” Arianna panicked and tried to push Marcel off her as she tried to escape but it was too late.

Marcel was huge and stronger in the first place so Arianna couldn’t fight him off when he grabbed her by the hips and turned her around in the middle of the bed amid her fierce struggle.

This was outrageous, she thought in her head.

Marcel raised her on all four and with him kneeling on the bed, pushed her down by the neck such that her butt was a bit higher while the side of her face was pressed to the mattress.

“You are a crazy bastard, let me go!” Arianna continued to curse him even as he pulled on her legs, pushing them in between his thighs such that he straddled them and she couldn’t move while he pinned her both hands beneath her stomach. In one word, he completely incapacitated her.

“You should have known I was a crazy man when you decided to infuriate me!” He breathed into her ears, making sure there was no chance for her to slip through because she was a sneaky little thing.

“What kind of gentleman decides to spank a lady!” She growled at Marcel who changed his mind, deciding a wet tie he picked from the flooded floor was much better at binding her hands.

“First of all, I’m not a gentleman which you know, otherwise you would have behaved more like a lady,” Marcel grunted, tightening the tie more than usual. It was a punishment.

“Ouch,” Arianna complained, not that the bastard cared.

“That’s just the beginning,” Marcel promised her, a dark glint in his eyes and she shivered. What has she gotten herself into?

Marcel then pushed her up again and this time, her butt was in the air and her hair sprawled over the bed.

“Please, don’t do this!” Arianna began to beg Marcel, finally understanding she was at his mercy.

She went on, “Fine, I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to destroy your things, it was the devil’s work. Surely, you must find it in your magnanimous heart to forgive a repentant soul, right?”

Marcel smirked at her devilishly, “That repentance would not bring back my things you destroyed,”

He pushed down his dress shirt she wore which was kind of sexy... Gosh, stop it, Marcel! Focus on the task at hand!

However, Marcel stopped the task at hand when he saw the panties she was wearing.

“Oh,” Marcel breathed, and a smile that made Redhead turn the other way appeared on his face.

“Your offense keeps increasing,”

Arianna released a shaky breath, this just keeps getting better.