Taken By The Mafia Lord

37 That petty Thief

Arianna forgot that the world existed anymore as she was high at the moment. And it was in the middle of jumping up and down, whipping her head back and front that her gaze fell on him.

He drew her to him like a moth to a flame and she couldn’t take her gaze away even if she wanted. What was he even doing here?

She saw him whisper some words to the men with him and they dispersed like wildfires. While Rose and the others were still dancing, Arianna discovered something else, the tension in the air was thick. Something didn’t seem right.

Like a psychopath immersed with his target, Arianna studied Marcel and followed his gaze even when it rested on Kenith leaning over the balustrade from upstairs. She saw everything; the way Kenith’s face distorted as soon as he saw Marcel and Marcel looking away as if he didn’t want to be seen.

Just like her keen senses detected at the café that day, Arianna knew there was something dark and dangerous about Marcel, and now she confirmed that he was a criminal or something, she had to stay away from him..... or maybe not.

Arianna turned fully this time. Maybe this was the sign she has been waiting for all this while. She doubted Ruth sent him to help but she based Ruth helping her out on hypothesis, what if help is not coming at all? She couldn’t just sit down and wait for help to come, she had to create one and this was the time she had been waiting for.

She knew how dangerous her plan was, however, it was better to die in the hands of a handsome stranger than to be in a sad marriage where she has no freedom forever.

“Arianna, where are you going?” Chelsea asked as soon as she made a move.

“Hook up with a sexy stranger,” Arianna winked at her.

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At first, there was a look of shock on Chelsea’s face however it slowly changed into a naughty grin and the girl slowly resumed her dancing.

Honestly, Arianna felt guilty. She knew the girls would be tortured about her whereabouts – that is if she does escape successfully. She just prayed they were valuable enough for Big Joe not to have them killed.

Her cousin, Claudia? Arianna didn’t give a fuck about that one. She made her bed, sleep on it.

As soon as Arianna began to walk towards him, Marcel turned around and her heart skipped a beat, a soft gasp leaving her lips.

It was almost as if she was in a speeding car that collided with a trailer, the impact knocking the breath out of her lungs – and of course, she dies.

How could someone be so good-looking?

His gray eyes seemed to penetrate through her like x-rays and to be honest, it wasn’t just about the looks that drew her to him. His aura was dark yet exciting like an aphrodisiac. Shit, what the hell was she even talking about?

Arianna almost lost her confidence when their gaze connected, however, seeing his dazed expression boosted her and she sashayed over to him. However, as she walked on, her gaze somehow met with Kenith’s and she understood he knew her plan and as a matter of fact, was climbing down the stairs in a hurry.

Oh no.

Arianna hastened her steps immediately, this was no time to play beauty queen. Her life was on the line here and thankfully, the handsome stranger has not made a move yet. If anything, he was watching her with amusement.

Marcel was fascinated, the girl he came to capture was coming to him on her own? The innocent prey offering herself willingly to the predator? This could only be a miracle.

He kept on watching her until she stopped right in front of him. Marcel tilted his head challengingly, expecting her to be the first to speak up. However, to his greatest surprise, Arianna pulled him to her body and hugged him.

Marcel almost reacted by instinct, ready to defend himself when she raised her hand thinking she was about to attack him. However, he didn’t know what attack was more lethal at the moment, the physical or emotional attack because when Arianna hugged him, he just stiffened up.

What the fuck was this redhead doing? Does she know that people who dared to touch his body without permission ended up dead? You do know she could be nothing but an assassin sent to lower your guards and then end you, his mind told him. Yet Marcel didn’t say a word and was motionless until he heard her melodious voice whisper into his ears,

“You didn’t choke on your coffee?”

Laughter almost escaped his lips, she still remembered that? But before he could make a comeback for his comment, Arianna vanished into the crowd. Marcel turned around and all he could see were bodies of dancing people with no trace of the girl.

“She’s close, check out every entrance,” Marcel muttered into his intercom to his men when Kenith arrived and he intentionally blocked his path.

Kenith looked down at the man blocking his way and recognized him as the man who Arianna hugged. He looked really familiar but he couldn’t tell where exactly he had seen him. But Arianna was a more important task than his identity, so he pushed past him only for the man to resist his movement.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Kenith glared down at him.

However, Marcel was far lost in thought because when Kenith pushed into him, he felt a certain pocket in his trouser was empty. He at once dipped his hand into his pocket and came up with nothing.

Oh no.

Rage filled Marcel and he was close to grabbing Kenith and demanding he give back his wallet when common sense told him he was not the one with the wallet. He was sure of his wallet being with him until a certain redhead hugged him.

That redhead.

At once Marcel’s brows furrowed and his jaw ticked.

Wait till he gets his hand on that petty thief.

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