Taken By The Mafia Lord

466 Has No Eyes For Them

Luca whistled as soon as Arianna stepped out, his eyes taking her in appreciatively before he offered her his arms to take as he led her to the Limousine they would be driving in.

“If I wasn’t gay, I would definitely do you,” Luca told her, and Arianna was not even disgusted by the comment knowing that he meant his words – and it was never going to happen.

“Well, thank you,” Arianna told him smugly, “Although I’m sure Marcel would end your life first before you could get within five feet of me,” She lazily stared at his appearance.

The huge man wore a fitted tuxedo that did nothing but highlight his manliness. He was oozing sex appeal and if Arianna wasn’t in love with Marcel... Get out! She banished the evil thought in her mind.

However, as her gaze trailed further down, Arianna remembered Mimi pointing out that Luca was a huge loss to the women’s generation because he had a huge thing. Does he indeed have a huge thing? Even bigger than Marcel’s...?

Jesus Christ!

Arianna took her gaze off instantly, going red in the face and hoping Luca didn’t see and thankfully, it was nighttime. She had to warn Mimi off about the kind of information she fed her before she led her into temptation. However, how did Mimi even know Luca had a huge thing? Arianna suddenly shuddered, she didn’t want to know. Mimi was creepy at times.

Thankfully, they didn’t say anything else as Luca helped her to the back and then walked over to the driver’s seat and drove off. Arianna was feeling nervous which was kind of strange because this date was not that different than the both of them merely spending time together, just like they did in the base all the time, except in a different setting this time.

But on the bright side, she had time alone without Marcel by her side craving her attention like a love-starved puppy – even though he was in all of her thoughts. But it made Arianna realize that she missed her quiet time, plus the fact that her life now revolved around Marcel.

.....

She had no job and money, although Marcel was more than willing to give her that – and the fact she had been stealing a little she hid under her bed. If Marcel noticed the missing cash, he wasn’t saying anything, not to mention, that he left notes carelessly in his room as if he owned the world bank and money was not an issue to him.

Well, with the number of cars in his garage, money was indeed not issue to Marcel because Luciano’s were old money. While his legitimate business was merely a front to cover his illegal activities, that was not all. Those businesses were used to launder money carefully and the FBI wasn’t able to track the source of his wealth. So both the active and nonactive members of their family were involved in their illegal dealings in one way or the other. And now, she was one of them.

Arianna might not have done any illegal dealing, but for how long? If she eventually settled down with Marcel, her son would eventually carry on with his legacy while she would be expected to have her husband’s back. She would become an accomplice and if anything happened, she was probably going down with him.

However, she had a feeling that when push comes to shove, Marcel would rather take the fall for everything than let her get imprisoned. Not just because Marcel loves her, but that was just his personality. Marcel might seem like a heartless bastard, but he would go to any length for the people he loved.

They reached their destination and Luca helped her out just before the valet came to park their car. Marcel was not kidding when he said this was an expensive restaurant starting from the sparkling marble floor to the huge expensive-looking chandeliers hanging from the gilded ceiling.

For once, Arianna was grateful that she had dressed to the nines like the few high-class people she walked by, who had their heads held high as if the world was beneath their feet. Thankfully, they minded their business, but some threw her a look and Arianna wondered if she had given herself out by announcing that she was nothing but an orphan, a thief, made into a princess overnight by her fairy godmother, yours truly, Marcel.

Was she not doing it right? Arianna was a bit anxious over the heels. She was not exactly a huge fan of them since her work never entitled wearing heels for swiftness. Aside from that, Arianna was quite tall, and adding another height to her frame made her feel like an ostrich.

It was quite a comfort that Luca didn’t leave right away, guiding her until they reached the entrance. There were two well-dressed guards at the entrance and Luca finally left her go as the men opened the door for her and she walked into an enormous hall that stole her breath.

It was an elite and expensive restaurant and Arianna had to be careful not to trip and make a fool of herself. An orchestra was playing a soft romantic number and a few people stared at her as she tried to identify the table Marcel was seated at. On the bright side, she didn’t search for long because Marcel stood to his feet and with that gesture, drew attention to them.

If Luca had been oozing sexual appeal, then Marcel was a damn succubus. His blonde hair was brushed and gelled back and highlighted his strong jaw. His tailor-made suit framed his muscular body and Arianna could see a few women – and men – staring at her man and the green-eyed monster rose inside of her.

That was her man there and no bitch – nor bastard – was lying a claim to him. At once, Arianna began to walk towards him, adding a sway to her hips and it pleased her that Marcel was unable to look away from her.

You see that ladies and gentlemen, he has no eye for you all, haha, in your face! Arianna wished she could shout that out loud to Marcel’s admirers.

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