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“You know you don’t have to do this alone,” Marcel said to her.

“I’ve been doing well before you arrived and turned my life upside down. So no, I don’t need your help,” She turned his favor down with a grimace. Arianna didn’t trust him one bit.

Marcel looks like he’s on her side now – that is, if he truly was- but the next minute he might turn on her just like he did with Big Joe – she was never forgetting that incident nor was she forgiving him anytime soon. That betrayal hurt her real bad.

“I’m not saying that you can’t protect yourself considering you’re holding me at gunpoint,” He didn’t forget he was a hostage as well .

Arianna rolled her eyes, but that didn’t stop him from going on with his words, “I’m just worried about you. It’s you against whatever you’re going to face in there. But with my presence, I can even out the odds and you can even use me as a shield if the need calls for it,” He showed off his great plan.

Arianna turned to him, “Why do you even care?”

“As I said, I’m just worried about your safety,” Marcel turned to her as well, looking straight into her eyes when he spoke.

“Exactly,” Arianna pressed on with her question, feeling that he was beating around the bush, “Why do you care so much about me? I’m not even one of your lover....” She paused, coming to a startling revelation.

.....

After a moment of silent deliberation, Arianna looked up with parted lips, still reeling from the shock of her discovery. She asked him, “Do you like me?”

Marcel didn’t say a word, putting up his usual passive mask but the turmoil in his gaze was obvious. Arianna now understood that phrase that said the eye is the window to the soul. Marcel could hide his emotions but not those eyes, they told her the truth – she didn’t want to hear.

“And if I said yes?” He didn’t give get a clear answer, yet his brows were raised in a challenge. That challenge was truth enough for her.

Arianna wanted to take a step back and then run – run without looking back or even turning back. She now understood why Marcel would not let her go, it was because he was taken by her.

Unfortunately, this wasn’t a good thing for Arianna, no, it was a disaster. Yeah, she was attracted to Marcel, like hell, who wouldn’t? The guy was young, rich, sexy as sin, smart – she was intrigued by how his mind worked and that was why she pushed back at every curveball he threw at her. But he was darkness himself.

She couldn’t be tied down by the Mafia. She was young and had the world out there to explore – which she would do once she’s in control of her trust fund. She had a lot to offer the world than just being the wife of a Mafia Don – that is if their relationship even gets to that point.

For all she knew, Marcel might just be interested in what was in between her legs and wanted to add her to his list of conquered women. Gosh! No wonder he had a pack of panties in his closet!

But even when Arianna told herself that, she couldn’t help but think her case was a bit different. She had seen the way Marcel treated that mystery lady – she had no doubt was his lover- aside from when she – Arianna – intentionally pissed him off, he has never treated her that way. He has been unusually lenient with her.

Oh God, no.

He can’t be interested in her.

Arianna was not suicidal and she had Elijah she liked as well. It would be a huge betrayal moving from him to Marcel like that; she was not even a fan of that. So no, Marcel should keep his likeness to himself.

“Cat got your tongue?” Marcel teased her when she went silent for a long time. He could see the gears in her head working, “Or is it a bad thing if I like you?” His gaze flickered with an unknown emotion for barely a few seconds before it was back to normal.

Arianna put the gun away and without warning, pulled Marcel forward by the collar so their faces were meeting. Slowly, like a cat, she lowered her lips to his ears, “What do you think?”

Marcel’s body coiled with anticipation and she definitely didn’t fail him when she nibbed his lobe. He groaned, his lower body reacting to the stimuli immediately.

F*ck, he needed to touch her but he couldn’t when his hands were cuffed.

“You need to uncuff me,” He grunted, putting his hands between them so she could notice them.

A wicked smile formed on her lips, that made him wonder if he should be wary or thrilled, “What’s the use when I can have my hands all over you?”

God, she’d be the death of him.

Then her hand was in his hair, pulling tight enough to cause a sharp throb while her lips were trailing a kiss down his throat. A painful pleasure.

But Marcel should have chosen the first option because, by the time he realized what Arianna was doing, his hand was now cuffed to the steering wheel.

“Shit!” He cursed out, “Seriously, Arianna?!” He shrugged with his other free hand.

“You are the master of betrayal, why should I trust you? I’ve been doing well before you came along, I would also do well now without you interfering in my life and treating me like some barbie princess,” Arianna told him already stepping out of his car.

She came to his side of the car and without him guessing her intentions, took the keys out of the ignition, “Oops, I guess someone would have a nice rest,”

Marcel growled at her but she had already pulled away from the lowered window.

“Be a good boy, Marcel, and who knows, I might treat you to some goodies when I’m back,” she winked at him.

Except she was not going to be back because Marcel was surely going to skin her alive after this.

She just humiliated him.