Taken By The Mafia Lord

550 The Best News Of His Life

“What is it?” Arianna sighed deeply. She then turned to meet her friend who had been staring at her as if she developed two heads.

“Nothing,” Mimi shrugged, “I just never expected it, that’s all. I already prepared myself for a bit of action, you know pulling of hair and a bit of karate here and there,” She made some ridiculous moves to prove her point and thankfully, didn’t fall on her butt.

Arianna laughed at her, “Well, thank you for the demonstration Mimi, but that’s me being mature here. I was trying to save Marcel’s face and not prove to his entire soldiers that he has a possessive, rabid girlfriend.”

“Aww,” Mimi mimicked a proud mother’s tone, “Who’s my girl? My little girl’s all grown up,” She teased her.

“Alright, stop it,” Arianna told her amid laughter. She then wrapped her arm around her neck and pulled her to her side while grinning.

The both of them walked on as Arianna said, “Moreover, I trust that Marcel would do the right thing.” She hoped so else all hell would break loose. Arianna can’t stand the face of that woman around here, not to mention the fact that she and Marcel had something in the past. It should all belong in the past.

As if reading her mind, Mimi asked her, “And if he doesn’t? What would you do? Trust me when I tell you, that woman has a grade A in bitchery,” She referred to her first time encountering Macy.

Arianna pulled away from her, her brows creased as she thought hard, however, said in the end, “He would. ” And that was final. Marcel would do what was right, she believed so.

She moved on, “Moreover,” Arianna felt the need to speak up and defend her decision, “I understand why Marcel wants her alive, she’s a valuable asset to him. Just like I can’t Elijah dies, he can’t end her life just like that. So you can think of this as me being fair.”

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And the moment Mimi heard those words, she halted in her steps and looked hard and long at her friend which made her brows arch questioningly.

“What now, Mimi?

Mimi came close to her and looked around to see if there are others around and when there was none, she asked her,

“Tell me, the truth, Arianna, you know what Elijah looks like, don’t you?”

Oops.

She found out.

Arianna swallowed, finding her throat suddenly dry and that gesture was all that Mimi needed to know.

“You knew,” Mimi was dumbfounded.

“Not until recently,” Arianna grabbed her hand trying to explain to her. She looked around and when there was no one watching, she quickly confessed, “Elijah revealed himself to me the other night. And when I say reveal, I mean without the face paint and all.”

“You now know his face,”

She nodded.

“And you kept it all to yourself?” Mimi couldn’t believe her.

“Well, I didn’t exactly have the chance to speak to you until now, did I? I would have told you if you hadn’t figured it out with your quick wits.” She gave her reasons.

“Jesus Christ,” Mimi gasped loudly, “You haven’t told Marcel yet.”

“God, no!” Arianna said it as if it was the most horrible idea she has ever come up with,

“Are you insane? Do you know what Marcel would do with that?”

Mimi inched closer, dropping her voice to a whisper, “You still have to tell him the truth nonetheless, Arianna.”

“You don’t know how much Marcel hates Elijah, Mimi. He would kill him, no, they would tear each other apart and I don’t think I’m ready for such loss.”

She quickly added, “That is why I have a plan. I’m trying to convince Elijah to give the guns back to Marcel. If he can do that, I think Marcel can have a change of heart and perhaps spare his life. Then Elijah can safely leave the city without a hair on his body being harmed, that’s all I owe him. I told him already that I’m together with Marcel. The both of us can’t work out anymore and I believe he would come to terms with that. ”

It was a good plan but Mimi shook her head, unsure, “I don’t know Ari, keeping stuff from a man like Marcel sounds like a bad idea. Honestly? I think you’re playing with fire here. A very, dangerous fire that might end up scalding you too if you aren’t careful enough,” She warned her.

“I know what I’m doing,” Arianna told her, “It would work out, no, it has to work out, else Elijah is as good as dead.”

She looked forward, “And Victor is here.” Arianna informed her friend. They were on their way to see him and instead, met him halfway.

Mimi turned to look at him and Victor halted in his step as well when he saw her. The both of them didn’t say anything, just one long silence as they stared at each other.

Although she promised to support her friend, Arianna couldn’t help feeling like she was infringing on a moment that didn’t belong to her. She cleared her throat,

“I should leave,”

And before Mimi could say a word, she had vanished down the hallway, leaving the both of them in awkward silence.

“Can we talk?” Mimi finally summoned the courage to speak.

But Victor told her, “Don’t worry, you don’t have to beat around the bush for that. I get it if you don’t want to be with me anymore. You can leave if you want to, I’m not going to stop you or come after you or anything,” He would not kidnap her to an island like his mother did to her father even as seductive as the idea was.

“You idiot!” Mimi walked towards him and landed a slap on his face, shocking Victor as his eyes went wide. What did he do now?

“How can you say that to a woman carrying your baby?!” Mimi yelled at him, tears bursting from the corner of her eyes. God, why was she being emotional? She hated being emotional.

“What?” Victor felt like he heard wrong. What was Mimi saying? She was carrying his baby?

“I’m pregnant for you, you idiot!” Mimi told him, tears still flowing down her face.

“Jesus, Christ, I am going to be a father?!” It finally dawned on Victor and without warning, he carried her off her feet and twirled her around as she screamed in surprise.

“Victor!” Mimi pleaded for him to put her down.

But the moment her feet touched the ground, Victor clasped her cheeks and kissed her till she could no longer differentiate her right from her left.

It was the best news of his life.