Taken By The Mafia Lord

78 Offered To Be Her Punching Bag

His heart pounded in his chest so hard it seemed it would jump out pretty soon. When Marcel saw Arianna leap in the air, he didn’t even think twice, his body just reacted on its own and he caught her safely in his arms.

The crazy idea had come to Arianna while she climbed, what would it feel like to be weightless for one moment? Would he catch her or would he let her fall?

“You caught me,” Arianna whispered when she saw herself in Marcel’s arms with him staring down at her with a complicated gaze.

It proved her theory, she has a hold on Marcel.

Marcel felt an uncountable number of emotions go through him; he wanted to yell at Arianna for making such a reckless move; at the same time he was so concerned about her, he thought of checking her body for injuries; he was relived she was okay. There were just so many emotions!

“I knew it, you’re not as heartless as I thought,” She chuckled, rubbing her victory right at his face.

And that did it.

Marcel let go of her and Arianna landed right on her ass eliciting laughter from the audience.

However, unlike his men that were laughing seriously, Marcel’s gaze was steel and cold. She just used him. He had been worried sick for nothing. Nor did it sit well with him that she just called him weak.

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He was not weak! Neither would a woman make him weak! And definitely not Arianna.

So without speaking another word to her, Marcel left. He needed to be away from her and space to think – to think of his next actions.

Arianna was filled with anger and humiliation, how dare he treat him this way in front of his people? The crowd that should be cheering for her after that amazing performance was now laughing at her, all thanks to Marcel.

That good for nothing, arrogant, piece of scumbag occupying earth’s oxygen for nothing! Arianna cursed in her mind.

What she would do to him when she gets her hands on him, Arianna could only torture him in her imagination. She would only lay a hand on Marcel when she’s ready to die. For now, her life’s important – she’s hoping for Elijah to come and save her.

“Come on,” One of the dancers was the one who helped her to her feet.

“Thank you,” Arianna was grateful for the help.

It was while she was standing up that she heard someone clap and raised her head to see it was Victor.

At once, the other men realizing this was what they should have been doing instead of laughing at her fall released a round of deafening applause.

“Such hypocrites,” Arianna snorted at the sudden attention they were giving her, however, she still smiled genuinely at Victor.

Such a fine young man, life here would have been much better if Marcel was a little like him.

The crowd was still clapping even when Arianna left. The other dancers complimented her for the wonderful performance and her swift thinking and she thanked them in return for accommodating her.

It has been a long time since she got the opportunity to relax like this and to perform her dancing in front of the audience, it was exhilarating.

Arianna was a natural at dancing and once belonged to a dance crew, however, responsibilities, time, and financial constraints couldn’t let her continue. So she kicked that dream of being a professional dancer goodbye. There were bills to pay, a crazy family to survive and now, the Mafia to escape from. Her life couldn’t get any more complicated.

Unlike Arianna, the other dancers still had performances so she was the only one to leave and all she wanted right now was to get a rest.

Her body ached all over, not to mention her butt – big fat thanks to Marcel. It all seemed easy but pole dancing required lots of upper body strength. It involves body coordination because one don’t just use one part of their body but several. So here she was with her body screaming in pain considering the fact she hadn’t done this in a long time.

Arianna hit the part of her shoulder and arm where it hurt the most. She needed a message. But where in this hell hole would she find someone respectable enough to give her one. It would have been much easier if Mimi was here.

Kneading her shoulder and buttocks, Arianna had just entered the living room only for a scream to leave her lips because sitting on the sofa with his head lowered was Marcel.

“What the hell?” Arianna cried out, her hands on her chest. What did she do to Marcel to have him hate her like this?

First, it was touching her without her permission, then dropping her on the ground and now he’s moved to scaring the beJesus out of her. She might die from a heart attack before Elijah comes to rescue her.

Marcel finally glanced up and Arianna frowned at how worn out he looked. He was tired?

“You’re here?”

Her brows frowned, he didn’t hear her come in? Wasn’t he good at that stealth thing? Why was he distracted?

Well, none of her business. He disgraced her enough already.

For once, Arianna decided not to be a good Samaritan and lifted her head straight, prepared to go into his room aka the prison he made for her only for a comment to stop her.

“I’m sorry,”

“Huh?” Arianna thought she must have heard wrong because she turned around to meet his gaze.

This time, Marcel stood up from the couch to apologize, “I’m sorry for dropping you earlier on the stage and I’m sorry for the way that I have treated you since your stay here. I treated you like an asshole and I deserve every punch that comes my way because if you want to punish me, now’s your chance,” He willingly offered to be her punching bag.

At once Arianna’s eyes lit up, Christmas must have come early.

And she did hit him.