Taken By The Mafia Lord - Chapter 787

787 Immoral Thoughts

Marcel drove at top speed, all the while his head filled with thoughts. Although he doubted that Richardo would be able to topple Eric’s top match security and get to Arianna, he still needed to be sure that his woman was safe. After all, Eric has no idea about Richardo and even if he does, he would probably wave it aside like he – Marcel – did until Macy happened.

To be honest, Marcel still looks down on the wannabe kingpin, however, with the threat involving Arianna, he would take it seriously. There is no second life and he can’t stay around and wait till something happens to her before he believes the threat exists and makes a move.

This was not the first time the safety of his loved ones have been threatened by his enemies, however, this is the first Arianna is being involved and it sent anger coiling inside of Marcel, like an impending volcano waiting to uncurl and explode upon the earth. He gritted his teeth while he grabbed the steering wheel tightly. May God help any soul that tries to harm Arianna because there would be no mercy.

Thanks to his speeding, Marcel arrived at Eric’s place in no time. However, he didn’t drive in, rather parked at the corner of the road and looked out at the building, hoping to make out where she stayed but he didn’t know her room so it was futile. He had seen Arianna today already, hence Marcel found it unnecessary to bother her again – even though he wanted her in his arms right now.

He decided to call her instead, hearing Arianna’s voice would calm and assure him that she was fine. At first, the phone rang with no answer, only for her to pick up the second time he called, calming his racing heart.

“Arianna?!” Marcel called anxiously, relieved at the sound of her voice. When she hadn’t answered her phone, his heart skipped a beat and he had a thought that the threat had come to pass, that she had been taken. But it seems that he was thinking too much.

“Hi to you my handsome boyfriend,” Her teasing voice drifted into his ears. She asked him almost immediately, “Why do you sound so out of breath?”

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“What?” Marcel was flustered.

At once, he cleared her throat, and lied to her, “Exercise. I had been exercising right before you came to my mind and I decided I needed to hear your voice.”

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“Oh, is that so?” Arianna said unsuspectingly, “I wondered how productive your exercise was if you couldn’t get me off your mind?” She flirted with him.

Hearing her comment brought a smile to Marcel’s lips and he unconsciously tapped his fingers on the wheel.

“I missed you.” He confessed.

“It’s been less than twenty-four hours since we saw each other.” Arianna reminded him.

“Even at that, I miss you so much that I wish you were the air I breathe, that way I can inhale you all the time.”

“Have I ever told you that you are a sweet talker?”

But Marcel answered her, “I don’t know about that, all I can tell you is how I feel for you.”

There was a sudden silence on Arianna’s side and a furrow appeared on Marcel’s brows. He withdrew the phone and stared at the screen with a puzzled expression. The call was ongoing, so why wasn’t she saying something?

Suddenly Marcel heard her excited squeal as Arianna groaned, “God! Go easy on my heart! You don’t know how much your words affect me. You say one sweet thing and then my heart goes ba-dum, ba-dum and I can’t control it. Jesus Christ! I can practically feel it pounding against my ribcage…” She rambled on while Marcel burst into hearty laughter, imagining her describing her situation.

The sound of his laughter was loud, rich, and unadulterated, surprising even to him. Marcel had never been this happy and he knew it was all because of her. Arianna was just too cute. He could never have a bad day with her by his side and her laughter chased away all of his troubles.

“I missed you too,” Arianna finally confessed and a warm feeling bloomed inside his chest. Dear God, he couldn’t wait to marry her.

“I’m outside,” Marcel didn’t know when the words slipped out of his mouth. He had just been so happy, he let out the secret unknowingly.

“What?!” Arianna shouted, “You mean, like outside? Outside of my, no, Eric’s house right now?” She had not seen that one coming, the confession taking her by surprise.

“Yes, right now.” He affirmed that the cat was already out of the bag. Since he can’t go in, he would see her outside before he leaves.

It didn’t even take five minutes before Marcel looked through the window and saw Arianna coming out of the gate to meet him. She stopped to say something to the guards stationed there while he took the chance to step out of the car.

Marcel waited for her at the other side of the car, leaning against the body and watching as she ran over to him with a delighted smile on her face. Arianna crossed the street and upon getting to him, jumped onto his body and Marcel caught her swiftly, shaking his head in disbelief. She never learns, does she?

“What a surprise!” Arianna laughed, hugging him and filled with happiness while Marcel made sure to hold on to her tightly. She was wearing a spaghetti strap nightgown that rode up her thighs when she wrapped her legs around his waist. So when Marcel’s hand touched her thighs, he felt bare flesh and his cock twitched in response.

Okay, this was not the time nor place, Marcel scolded his crown jewel down there. He would only put himself in pain if he kept thinking about it. Everything about her tempted him. So he summoned every bit of self-control he had in him to resist this temptation.

Thankfully, she climbed down his body and Marcel was able to breathe. He put on a sweet smile even though he was sweating internally. She would never understand how much she tempted him with such little effort.

“What are you doing outside here? If you are here, why don’t you come inside?” She questioned, frowning down at his action.

“I can’t,” Marcel said, looking at her wryly, “We already met earlier today, I don’t want your mother to think that I’m obsessed with you or something?” Even though he technically was. Marcel wanted to feel her, taste her and breathe her in every fucking moment.

Yep, he was definitely obsessed.

“Silly, my mother is not home yet,” Arianna hit him playfully on the chest.” Nor is Eric.”she batted her lashes at him, leaving Marcel a bit stunned. He tilted his head unsure, was that an invitation he sensed in her voice?

Oh no, no, he must be thinking things now.

His mind was beginning to rot with the plenty immoral Thoughts in there.