Taken By The Mafia Lord

452 Get Him On His Knees

It was kind of funny to Victor when Arianna said those words, he had to pray for a miracle when Mimi’s full name was “Miracle” – her parents must have been wishing for a lot of that when they had her. He better wished for luck then, if that was the case.

“Thanks for the advice,” Victor sincerely thanked her.

“You’re welcome,” Arianna muttered without looking at him, fiddling with the tomato’s green leaf.

Victor looked at her, sensing that she was still in a sour mood. He moved closer until their shoulders were brushing, drawing her attention, “What?”

“You should give him time,” Victor said to her.

Arianna didn’t need a God to tell her that Victor was referring to no one else but his stubborn ass of a cousin, Marcel. She didn’t reply but let out a grumble under her breath that didn’t make sense to Victor at all.

So he went on, “Marcel has been doing well all by himself ever since he came into power and he’s not used to following instructions from other people.”

“Well, he should get used to accepting other people’s opinions because I don’t plan to be a stupid mindless bimbo by his side.” Arianna was outspoken and would not be silenced even after what happened today.

“Don’t be mad at him too much, he’d come around. However changes are not easy to adjust to, but he’d ease into it with time. I like your idea of meeting Niklaus face to face, but we can’t go in blindly, we still need Intel.”

.....

Arianna pouted, “At least you like my idea, that’s something.”

A smile quickly crossed his lips and Victor stood up to his feet, “So can you please stop torturing the poor tomato?” He gave her his hand.

Arianna stared at his outstretched hand and then back at the poor tomato as if considering which was better, “Fine,” She breathed, taking it and he helped her to her feet.

“Just don’t take me back to your brother, I need alone time,” Arianna has still not given up on her idea of making Marcel beg her on his knees.

“A lady needs a break now and then,” Victor agreed, leading her in the direction of her room and making sure his cousin was not in the way.

However, Victor didn’t get to lead her all the way to her door because one of the guards called him away saying he had a guest or something, she wasn’t exactly listening. But that left her all alone, and she returned to her room only to see that a certain person was already waiting for her.

Arianna sighed when she saw Marcel in the middle of her room, he probably sensed her arrival with his sharp instincts, and his hands were behind him as if he was hiding something from her.

“I knew you weren’t joking when you said you owned the rooms in here, however, I do deserve my privacy. But if you still want to play petty, why don’t you let me out of here so I can find my own place?” She said, folding her arms across her chest with a stern look.

“I know you’re mad at me but I came here to give you something,” Marcel said, already pulling out whatever he was hiding behind.

But Arianna scoffed, “If you think you can bribe me into forgiving you, then you’re in for.... No way!” She shouted when she saw both packages he had in his grasp.

Based on the packets, one of them was the obvious drawing of a laptop and the other a smartphone. How was this possible? Had Marcel been reading her mind to know that she needed both of them?

“I love -!” Arianna caught herself at the last minute, remembering that she was still mad at him, or rather, had to pretend that she was still pissed off at him when she wasn’t anymore, thanks to the bribe, no, payment for her past job.

She snatched the package from Marcel with a calm expression as if she wasn’t moved, when in reality, Arianna was screaming and shouting inwardly. This was a dream come true. She had been bored out of her mind here, but not anymore, her phone and laptop were here.

“Everything has been installed for you and your device is even connected to the base’s Wi-Fi network,” Marcel informed her.

Arianna’s eyes sparkled at once, “You have a wireless router.... !” She lowered her excitement immediately knowing that she had been caught off guard once again, “Of course, you have a WiFi router,” Arianna muttered, biting on her lower lips. Although Marcel had a hopeful expression, she had a feeling he was enjoying this by flustering her with all these goodies.

That fox!

Arianna walked over to her bed and sat down, she began to uncover the devices from the package until her laptop was lying beside her and the phone was held securely in her hand. Arianna was full of happiness even if she tried to hide it, but that was until she remembered...

“Both of them are bugged, aren’t they?” Arianna asked, while looking him in the eyes, daring him not to lie to her.

Marcel shifted on the balls of his heels uncomfortably, Arianna was looking at him intensely and he knew he couldn’t keep the truth from her. Not that he was hiding it from her in the first place, having told her in the past he wouldn’t let her use any device that wasn’t monitored by him, at least until Elijah was caught.

He nodded, “You’re right.”

Of course, he still doesn’t trust her, Arianna digested that truth painfully.

“It’s for your safety, Arianna,”

As if.

Arianna knew that it was a half lie, Marcel suspected that she knew something about Elijah she wasn’t telling him and hoped she would reveal that by contacting the phantom ghost. Well, she does know something, but it was not enough to capture Elijah, nor would she let that happen.

“It’s alright,” Arianna lied with a smile on her face, “I would do the same if I were in your shoes.”

Marcel gave her a lopsided smile, “So, does that mean that I’m forgiven,”

“Definitely not,” She shook her head quickly.

Marcel sulked, but to her utmost shock, he suddenly got down to his knees, “Even if I kneel for your forgiveness?” He said, beginning to crawl towards her which was goddamn sexy. God, she can’t think like that! But when Marcel got to her, he positioned himself between her legs, making her cheeks born.

Without a warning, he pushed her back to the bed drawing a yelp from her lips. However, Marcel pressed his nose against her sex and sniffed deeply as if it was a drug and he was high on it, making her blush harder.

He threw his head back and climbed over her body, grinning devilishly with that mischievous glint in his eyes saying,

“Let me worship your p*ssy then and we can go over the forgiveness once again.”

And just like that, Arianna was a goner.