Taken By The Mafia Lord

362 He Would Kill Her

“Listen here, I don’t care whether you get discovered or not, all I want is that you keep an eye on -” Marcel was still saying when a knock came on his door, interrupting his call.

“I’ll get back to you,” He said hurriedly into the phone and ended the call before shouting, “Come in!”

And maybe Marcel should have asked who was on the door because he never prepared himself for the shock that gripped him when he saw Arianna step into his office, his jaw nearly dropping to his ground.

If Arianna looked hot when she was a redhead, she now looked dazzling with her newest look. Her features were softened and she looked really innocent that one would never take her as a thief. But above all, she looked like that woman.

If Marcel had been unsure of their relationship then, it was confirmed now. Mother and daughter were splitting images of each other and though the woman was a natural brunette with a deep, richer darker shade, Arianna wasn’t too far off with this new look.

Arianna didn’t take any further step just as Marcel didn’t stop staring at her. It was as if that moment belonged to both of them and anything else at that moment didn’t exist. But that was until Marcel remembered Winters’ warning in his head, that he can’t keep being the one on the receiving end of her games. Whether she intended it or not.

Hence, he broke out of the spell and cleared his throat, saying, “I told you that it would look on you?” He flashed her an appreciative smile.

Was that all? Arianna was disappointed. She had expected more enthusiasm and much sweeter words. However, she hid the disappointment with a, “Thank you.”

Walking into the room, she noticed someone’s disappearance, “Winters is not here?”

.....

“She left to shop for some things she would need tomorrow,” Marcel said, coming to stand in front of his desk and leaning against it while Arianna chose to settle down on one of the single couches in the middle of his room.

“Shop?” Arianna noticed that particular word, “You let her out of here?”

Marcel sighed, knowing that they were headed down that road again. He said, “Arianna, Winters is not a prisoner here,”

“And I am?” She snorted, looking downwards and finding the situation ridiculous.

“Why are you here?” Marcel changed topics else they would only end up fighting over the issue of her freedom again. They never went anywhere with that particular topic.

“Why? You don’t want me here? Didn’t we agree to be friends?”

But Marcel laughed mockingly, “You and I know that we can never be friends,” He said, holding her gaze.

Arianna looked away at once, feeling guilty to have the truth thrown at her face. She bit the inside of her mouth, took a deep breath, and said, “I’m here to discuss the terms of our agreement,”

“What terms of the agreement?” his brows were drawn together in confusion. What was she talking about?

“You certainly didn’t forget that I’m not helping you for free?” Arianna reminded him.

Marcel remembered when he made the deal with her. So he shifted on his feet anticipatedly and asked her, “What do you want then, Arianna? Say the word and I’ll get it for you,”

Arianna looked him straight in the eyes, “I need a cellphone, Marcel.”

At once, Marcel stiffened, his entire body closing off as the expression on his face vanished only to be replaced with cold fury. She wanted to escape him.

“That is not happening. Do you take me as a fool, Arianna?!” Marcel said with a voice that sent the chills down her spine and she realized what he was thinking.

“No, no, no, Marcel, it’s not what you’re thinking!” Arianna stood up to her feet, and hurried over to his side so she could explain it better to him.

“You’ve gained my trust and now you think you have me wrapped around your little finger and you could play me to your tune?!” He growled at her.

“No, listen -” She wanted him to calm down first of all.

“No, don’t touch me!” Marcel jerked away when she tried to make contact with him knowing how much her touch affected him.

He only ended up pushing her against the desk and trapped her in. Arianna winced when her waist hit the solid structure but that cry of pain might as well be an act to Marcel who wasn’t thinking straight at the moment.

“You want a cellphone so you could contact Elijah and the both of you can plan your escape?! Oh God, don’t tell me you know how to contact Elijah all this while?! And yet, you fooled me with your sweet, innocent fa?ade and even had the nerve to give me attitude when in reality you’re nothing but a stink face betrayer!”

“Pah!”

Arianna didn’t know when she reached out and struck him across the face, her heart pounding loudly. What has she done?

Hands shaking, she looked at Marcel who still had his face turned to the side from the impact of the slap. However, when he eventually turned around, her heart leaped to her throat.

“M-Marcel,” She choked out, taking a step back to escape that murderous fury in his eyes, yet there was nowhere to run to.

Arianna squealed loudly when Marcel suddenly pulled her forward by the throat. Often, she has infuriated and goaded Marcel, but she has never known true fear until now. Looking into Marcel’s eyes alone was the reflection of so many ways he could end her life in a not-so-gentle manner. The animalistic thrill in his face scared her; this wasn’t the Marcel she knew.

So even though she had a hard time breathing with the way he squeezed her throat, Arianna still went ahead to say, “I never thought of betraying you, Marcel... it was just absurd living in the twenty-first century without a cellphone. Moreover, you have the means to monitor my calls and activities anyway.... T-here was never a time I could fool you...” She explained amid difficulty breathing. He was going to really kill her if he continued this way.

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