Marcel was beginning to buck under the stress and it was all emotional. There was just so much going on in his head right now; he had yet to find his guns; there was his sister to rescue from his father; the gang to keep in check; and of course, yours lovely Arianna driving him crazy.So even when he went outside to get air into his head, it didn't help at all. There were so many distractions such as some of his members greeting him and the others that did not acknowledge his presence were busy making out and doing the deed in spots that weren't as isolated as they thought.Marcel had not felt as emotionally detached as tonight and he needed to be alone. So he went back to his room knowing that Arianna would be busy with the dancers downstairs. For now, he just needed to collect his thoughts.Marcel had his head in his hands and was lost in his thoughts when a scream reached his ears. He recognized that voice as Arianna's and sighed, why was she back so soon? Wasn't she supposed to b
She was not running away with him, Marcel discovered - to his disappointment. He couldn't understand himself these days, no, to be precise, ever since Arianna came into his life.It was stupid to think that Arianna would run off with him in the first place. There was no way on earth he would leave the Luciano clan for a few hours or days of pleasure with her, however, the thought still flattered him. Sadly, Arianna would never escape with him.Arianna just wanted him to take a breather. They were not fleeing to some utopia or whatever. Even if she were, she would never consider him, it was Elijah for her. Marcel was even surprised she was being this gracious to him after what he did to her - and would do.Her idea of running was hilarious yet it helped. The cool night breeze stinging his face as he ran made his head clearer and he had to concentrate on his breathing so it didn't give him the time to think about other things like his problems. It was a good distraction.At first, Marc
Arianna ran the fastest she had ever done in her life, pushing away shrubs in her path and standing up each time she tripped over roots.She needed to get away from Marcel, but was it worth it? The question suddenly hit her and she stopped.Looking down, she was dressed in the costume that made her look no different than a hooker. Even if she escaped from here, she didn't know the neighborhood at all, and anyone who attempted to help her could in the end be working for Marcel and drag her back to this hell hole.Aside from that, how would she survive the cold with this flimsy material on her body? In her haste to escape, she might die on the streets, her dreams forever gone and short-lived.Finally, let's say she successfully escaped, what life does she have left? She can't go back to her uncle's family. They would chase her out and willingly hand her over to Big Joe before he even comes to capture her.Mimi would hide her - without a doubt - but that would put her in danger and she
She was a good pretender, a perfect liar, and an actress. Marcel bet she didn't even have to think twice about her excuse, it just flowed out of her mouth freely.So he grabbed her hair, intending to show her that no one makes a fool out of him. He should show her pain. He was Marcel for Christ's sake - yet what would mama think of him?That thought hit Marcel like a brick to the head, what would his mother think if she saw the way he treated Arianna? She would be disappointed that was for sure.But then, she was dead and he gave no fuck. If his mother had been so concerned about what he would turn out to be, she shouldn't have left him. No, she shouldn't have brought him into this world in the first place.Then he looked into Arianna's green eyes, those warm, cautious orbs that were curious of his plans for her. His gaze then moved to her lips, that wicked thing that poured the lies she told him.If Arianna was going to lie to him, she should have wiped the dirt on her knees where s
"Come on, let's toast to the growth of our clan!" One of them shouted, raising his cup, and was ready to declare the toast."Of course," Another person agreed and was up on his feet immediately as if supporting his brother's decision.Soon, a series of "Yes, we should," Filled the restaurant as a group of able-bodied men rose to their feet in agreement."To the progress of our clan!" The first man declared with vigor and the rest of them echoed his statement with their glasses raised before gulping down the whole thing.These people were no other than lower-class members of the Luciano gang who were not invited to the party going on at Marcel's place but decided to have a good time somewhere else.They had rented out the whole restaurant so one came to interrupt their fun. Almost immediately, as if on cue, the door to the restaurant was opened and women in skimpy and tight dresses sashayed in."They're finally here!" A man announced with almost tears in his eyes. He had been waiting
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
Arianna wanted to cry alone. She needed to let out the feelings of frustration and helplessness that had been plaguing her. In just two weeks, her life has been turned upside down in a way she never expected nor did she see it coming.Why her? Was she the only girl out there and yet life decided to deal specifically with her. The persecution was too great on her. What did she do so wrong? All her life, she had tried to always be good and kind to people? Was this a punishment? Punishment for what? Why was she being punished?Arianna wallowed in sorrow and didn't notice that Marcel was back to the spot where he had been standing previously. She laid on the ground, bringing her legs up to her chest, and wrapped her arms around herself, looking so tiny and vulnerable.Marcel's heart throbbed at the sight of Arianna lying in that fragile position. Wasn't she affected by the cold? She wasn't even putting on much clothing?He stood there with no clue on what to do. The last time he tried to
Unfortunately, Arianna doesn't want his presence. So the suggestion was clearly useless to him.Another said, [Assess the situation] There was no need to assess the situation in this case when he was the one responsible for her tears. Could this get any better?[Comfort her] How in the world was he going to do that? [Be a good listener!]She wasn't even talking! Even if they did, Marcel was sure it would lead straight to another argument - that he wasn't ready for.[ Don't tell her not to cry]That was exactly what he was dying to do. Marcel was really uncomfortable and the worst part, he couldn't leave her alone for his own good. What kind of situation was this? In the end, Marcel gave up on the ideas from the internet. They were not helping him - or perhaps, he was too proud to even consider it. Why should he be the one to comfort Arianna when she decided to cry in the first place. Marcel snorted and looked away, refusing to look at her figure on the floor. And it didn't help