Taken By The Mafia Lord

571 [Bonus Chapter] They Were Good Now

“I need to see Marcel,” Arianna said to Victor, who turned, honestly surprised to hear such a question from her.

“What a strange question,” Victor muttered. He was overseeing the duel playing out between the soldiers, hence his attention was divided.

“I’m serious, Victor.” Arianna breathed, hands on her hips. She went searching for Marcel after their big argument, but it seems he vanished into thin air. She tried calling but he was not picking up her calls and ignored her texts as well.

“Did the both of you fight?” Victor asked, dodging the opponent who threw the other to the ground.

“Kind of.” She ran her hand through her hair, “So do you know where he is?” She wanted to know, tired of searching for him all over.

“I don’t know, but I can find out.” Victor finally abandoned the fight and she breathed in relief.

He went to the corner and sat down on the bench, beginning to type a message that he said aloud, “Where are you, brother?”

Arianna watched him press the send button and relaxed.

He looked at her, “Depending on where he is and what he’s doing, Marcel might take time to reply. So I suggest you calm your tits and I’ll -” Victor was still saying when his phone beeped.

.....

“Or maybe not....” the lines on Victor’s face were drawn together as he read the message. He looked up at Arianna with an apologetic smile,

“He wants to know who’s asking?”

Arianna lifted her brow, “Really? He wants to do this right now?” she shut her eyes and took a deep breath.

Opening her eyes, Arianna instructed him, “Tell him then that it’s his over concerned girlfriend performing her rightful role after her dramatic boyfriend left her worried over his whereabouts!” She added under her breath, “But it seems I was concerned over nothing, after all.”

“Your girlfriend is asking,” Victor said aloud while typing as usual. There was no way on earth he could type down the whole of Arianna’s words.

Almost immediately, Marcel sent a response and Victor opened the message only to hesitate, looking between the text and Arianna uneasily.

“Well, what did he say?” Arianna demanded, her arms crossed on her chest.

“And Marcel says....” Victor licked his lips, “I’m currently balls deep, fucking the daylight out of Clara. At least, she wouldn’t lie straight to my face. Don’t expect me tonight, I’m busy.”

Arianna knew that Marcel was probably trying to get a raise out of her but pure jealousy still wrapped around her heart and she clenched her fists by her side. GOD HELPS HIM IF HE WAS REALLY FUCKING CLARA RIGHT NOW! SHE WOULD DESTROY THOSE DEEP BALLS OF HIM!

She began to laugh sarcastically. Her hysterical laughter was so loud that even the soldiers busy with their matches sensed something was up and halted whatever they were doing. If the boss and his woman were having a fight, then it was dangerous for them. In situations like this, there were bound to be casualty loss and none of them wanted to be the one. So they evacuated the room while there was still time.

“Then tell him,” Arianna said, after she was able to get a semblance of control, “If he’s balls deep in Clara as he claims, then he’s really doing a bad job of it since he has the time to type back.” She huffed.

And Victor did as she asked.

A response came.

“Marcel says you don’t have to worry, it’s a skill cultured men have and you’re just jealous because you haven’t experienced yet. If you don’t believe him, ask.... Me?” Victor scowled at the message. Really man?

Why was Marcel dragging him into their fight? No, he shouldn’t have answered Arianna’s request in the first place, now they’ve made him their middleman.

“I have no idea what he’s talking about?” Victor said defensively, his hands in the air when he saw the accusing stare Arianna was giving him

“Fine, tell Marcel to have fun all he wants. I’ll find other men to entertain me. He knows where to find me if he wants to talk. ” Arianna gave her final words and left.

But even she knew inwardly that having fun with his men was impossible. Because all of his soldiers were too scared of him to think of coming close to her.

Marcel was being childish right now. Sure, she lied to him, but Arianna didn’t mean to. This was exactly the reason she never wanted him to know. He’d kill Eijhah and that would be on her conscience. However, since he already knows, perhaps, they might be able come to an agreement where Elijah’s life is spared.

Contrary to what she told Marcel on the phone, Arianna didn’t have any fun at all. She stayed in the living room waiting for Marcel to come home. She didn’t want to move an inch so she doesn’t miss him.

Unfortunately, by nine in the night, Marcel still wasn’t home and she began to panic. Could it be that he was really with Clara?

No, that couldn’t be. Marcel loathed Clara. It was clearly a cunning plan to make her angry. Even the thought of Clara touching him not to talk of Marcel being balls deep inside of her filled Arianna with murderous intent.

Arianna had always chastised women who fought other women for their boyfriends or husbands, but now she could finally understand that feeling. Marcel was hers and no one was to lay a hand on her.

At ten, Arianna still hadn’t made a move from the bed even when Beatrice was beginning her to come have dinner, but she didn’t have the appetite. She only wanted to see Marcel.

Arianna must have waited for so long because the next she opened her eyes, it was to see Marcel putting her in bed.

“You’re home,” She murmured, groggy with sleep.

“Go to bed,” Was all Marcel told her as he pulled the sheet to her chin. Thus, Arianna slept with a smile on her face.

They were good now.