Taken By The Mafia Lord

536 The Scars

“I have a lot of questions in my mind,” Arianna said, glancing up at Marcel. Currently, she was lying across the car seat, her head rearing on Marcel’s lap.

“Hmmm, What questions?” Marcel asked, running his hands through her silky, long hair, glad that the dye had come off and it was back to her natural red color he loved so much. Not that he wouldn’t love any other color she decides to put on in the future, however, Red was Arianna. It was the color he knew her from the first time he set his eyes on her, hence his favorite.

Ever since, Marcel came to the discovery that Arianna was the same person as his first love from childhood, his love for her grew exuberantly. Marcel felt high on happiness even though he took no drug. She was his drug.

It was as if he just found the other half of his soul and everything was normal, perfect. Arianna was the perfect woman for him and if it wasn’t for her monthly flow in the way, when they got home, he would have shown her just how much she meant to him. He would have her beneath him writhing and screaming in pleasure till she’s begging for mercy – that would not come.

Unfortunately, there was no eating her out or making love to her for four days which was like huge torture for him. It was still day one and Marcel couldn’t wait for it to be over already. So tell him, how was he going to wait for three more days?

Although he could do it with her in the later days when the flows are lesser and she’s comfortable enough for it, however, Marcel wouldn’t. The way he’s feeling now, he wanted to worship her body. He wanted to show her just how crazy he was about her. Heck! If Arianna wanted them to get married now, he would do it without batting an eye or thinking about the consequences.

However, Marcel knew Arianna and she wasn’t impulsive, she would want to think everything through. Moreover, if he were to get married to Arianna, it would be thoroughly prepared and the whole world would hear the proclamation of his love for her. So yeah, he had to calm down, Arianna was going nowhere.

“Go ahead, ask your questions?” Marcel urged her to go on. He was feeling so generous right now he could give her the entire world if she asked for it.

“I can’t help but wonder, what would our life look like if your father hadn’t come for you that day? Would my father have taken you in and raised you? Perhaps fate would have been so kind to him and he wouldn’t have died then. But most of all, do you think we would have been together today? ” She peppered him with questions as if he was God with all of the answers to life’s unanswered questions.

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“Well...” Marcel started, his brows creased in thoughts, “I can’t say that I have the questions to all your answers, however, I’m kind of grateful that we got separated.”

“What?!” Arianna sat up in a flash, staring at Marcel with huge, questioning eyes. Why was Marcel happy they got separated? She thought they were on the same page here?

“No, don’t get me wrong, Arianna,” He took her hand and explained to her, “If I had stayed back with you, my father would have found me either way and he would have gotten rid of you.”

And her blood ran chilled at the thought of Daniel killing her as a young, innocent girl. That was cold-blooded. How sure was Marcel that Daniel was really his father because she was beginning to see the differences between them?

“I liked being around you as a kid and my father would have perceived that as some sort of weakness. Perhaps, he would have even killed you right in front of me to teach me a lesson that people come and go” He added slowly, while beginning to trace her face,

“even the special ones.” He muttered.

“I honestly fear for you, the things you have to go through in the hands of your father.” her voice was breathy as a result of the emotions Marcel was invoking inside of her with his touch.

It was distracting.

It was seducing.

“I’ve been meaning to ask...” Arianna leaned closer, trying hard not to focus on his lips that were slightly parted. He could feel the intense attraction between them too.

“Where are the scars? You had a tough childhood, I presumed some scars would be on your body to tell the tale. However, aside from the tattoo of Samson on your back, there’s no -”

“I erased them,” Marcel said, still caressing her cheek, however, his eyes were so dark with desire her core tingled. But her head registered what he just said.

“You erased them...as in...” She trailed off suggestively.

“Yeah, surgically erased them,” Marcel confirmed her thoughts and Arianna didn’t say anything except nod her head in understanding, the emotions choking her. She just didn’t know what to say without bursting out in tears and Marcel didn’t want her sympathy.

Arianna watched as Marcel began to take off his clothes until his waist above was exposed to her. She had to push her mind out of the gutter and remind herself that this was Marcel opening up to her and couldn’t let a little lust ruin it.

“Most of the scars are on my back and a little on my stomach because I refuse to let him touch my face....” He grinned wryly, “I’m sure you have noticed, I take after my mother and that pisses Daniel a hell lot. Whenever he stares at me, it’s like -”

“Staring right at your beautiful mother and that guilt traps Daniel, so he does nothing but take it all out on you as the bully he is,” Arianna didn’t want to interrupt him, but she had to summarize it beautifully for him.

“Yeah, exactly that,” His smile increased and Arianna boomed at him, glad to know he accepted her explanation. If there was one thing Arianna regretted, it was never having the chance to meet his wonderful mother, Penelope. She would have loved to get to know her because she sounded like a pretty amazing person.

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