Taken By The Mafia Lord

84 The Spoiled Brat

Marcel noticed the way the environment changed as soon as those words left his mouth. She stiffened and there was a brief look of panic in her eyes making her look like a scared animal in the lion’s den.

Marcel felt a guilty pang hit him in the chest, they had been having a good time until he ruined it. But then, it was the truth, no matter what happens tonight, he would hand her over to the Red Giant tomorrow.

But no matter how right Marcel thought he was, none of that could erase her haunted look from his mind, it stirred up his protective instincts.

He had to leave here before he does something stupid.

“Let’s go in, you’ve spent enough time here already,” He told her, reaching for her arm to drag her inside knowing that she would resist him.

“I don’t want to,” Arianna refused him as he predicted, nudging out of his grip when he tried to touch her.

“Don’t tempt me!” He warned her, a low growl in his throat.

“I said I don’t want to!” She snapped back at him, “Can’t I get a little alone time where you don’t have to hover and bother me and I won’t have to think about your existence. Don’t my feelings and freedom mean a thing to you? I just want to be alone, don’t you get it?”

“And let you be where you can escape?!” Marcel threw his head back and laughed, “In your dreams.”

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“I didn’t escape when you ran ahead,” Arianna told him a half lie and Marcel gave her a look that made her shift uneasily on her feet. He still suspects her.

Marcel took a step forward but Arianna didn’t move back. She was going to stand her ground – even though his look was so frightening she wanted to hide under the sheet.

Arianna bet Marcel does that scary look thing on purpose to push her into submission. But she would not be thwarted. Marcel met his match this time.

Marcel stared at Arianna with hidden curiosity, she was supposed to be cowering away in fear but here she was standing up to him as if he was nothing but a bully.

It had taken him years to master this look; to make someone cower under his authority with just a gaze. He reeked of dominance and killing intent yet this little bunny stood her ground. Could it be bravely or stupidness?

But Marcel couldn’t let this happen, he had to teach Arianna her place and position in this organization before his people picked this up as some sort of weakness on his part.

So Marcel smiled cruelly, like those ones he saw his father give his mother whenever she tried to undermine his authority.

“You would get inside like the good girl you are this instant!” He commanded.

The command boomed in her head, raising her hairs on edge, and Arianna was almost forced to obey but there was a little voice inside of her, waiting to be heard.

“No!” She said,

“What?” Marcel was startled.

“No, I don’t want to go in,”

“Arianna!” He said her name through gritted teeth, already at the end of his limits.

Without even expecting it, Arianna pushed him hard on the chest and Marcel stumbled back, surprised by the move – and agitated as well.

But when Marcel looked up, more than ready to haul the drama queen on his shoulder and take her back to the room, he was surprised to see tears running down her face.

Dear God, he froze. Crying women frightened him.

“Don’t you get it!” Arianna screamed at his face, unable to control her fluctuating emotions anymore, “I feel suffocated!”

She shouted, beating her chest hard repeatedly while Marcel stared at her dumbfounded. What was he going to do? He just stood there, staring at her like a moron.

“Whenever I’m within those four corners, it feels like the walls are caving in, and then there’s limited space. It’s choking! I don’t feel alive! Outside feels better! Yet you keep on forcing me inside? What do you want me to do there?!” She accused him, the tears falling quickly.

Marcel tried to speak but he was tongue-tied. What could he say anyway? Nor did Arianna could give him a chance to speak.

Arianna wanted him to say something but his silence only made the anger inside of her grow.

“I don’t know a thing about Elijah and I get that stealing from you wasn’t the best thing to do but what do you want me to do? I wanted to survive! Life has been unfair to me! How much more do you want me to suffer, Marcel?!”

Life was unfair to him as well! Life was fucking unfair to everyone, Marcel wanted to tell her. But before he could even open his mouth to say that, Arianna had already thrown herself on the ground.

What the hell? Marcel was more shocked than ever. What the hell was this lady doing, that is if he could even consider her a lady right now.

Arianna was sprawled out on the floor in an unceremonious manner, not that the stupid rag she wore hid much of her womanly bits anyhow.

“Please, get up!” Marcel told her, appalled by the scene. He hated crying women the most; it was just irritating to see. And Arianna never hit him as a crybaby until now.

If only Marcel knew Arianna was a spoiled brat when her father was still alive. Some traits were hard to outgrow.

“Leave me alone! Just let me die here!” Arianna cried harder, thrashing around on the ground.

“Just get the hell off the -” Marcel in his haste to pull her up got kicked in the guts and he went red in the face while his eyes grew wide from the pain.

But Arianna kept crying without even noticing Marcel was in pain.

Marcel was so filled with anger he saw red. He wanted to skin her alive but seeing her crying made him helpless but the pain in his stomach was something else. Why was he even entertaining her whims?

At once he yelled at her, “Fine, die there. I don’t fucking care! I don’t give a damn what happens to your stubborn ass!”

He then strode away, determined not to look back or even care anymore. Arianna can go to hell as long as he cares.

Yet Marcel didn’t take even ten steps before he turned around. God, he hated this.

And thanks to this, she would be leaving at the first break of sunlight for the sake of his sanity.