Taken By The Mafia Lord

875 Spare The Luciano Family

It was over, Arianna knew the instant Eric made up his mind. There was that apologetic look in his eyes when he turned and tipped his head as a gesture for Elijah to take her away.

“No, Eric! Don’t do this to me! There’s is still a chance to change everything! This can’t be the end! Think about my child!” Arianna begged him. Pleaded with him. Begged him! But all to no avail.

Elijah was there dragging her out just as his brother commanded him. She thought he would be on her side after what they’d been through together. If there was anyone who was meant to be on her side, it should be him! He knew what Marcel meant to her and how much he loved her. Marcel was not the enemy here, he knew that as well. Then why….? Why?!

Arianna had never felt this helpless in her entire life! Help was so close yet so far. She refused to believe she could not help Marcel. How did everything come to this point?

“Please, Elijah…Only you can talk to Eric… convince him… ” The tears were sliding down her face as she spoke to him yet he had an indifferent mask.

There was no changing his mind yet Arianna was too stubborn to give up. She had to try because the moment she stopped, hope would be over and she would be left to despair.

It was quite unfortunate that her hope ran out much quicker when Elijah said, “I’m sorry, but it’s too late for Marcel.”

Her world came crashing down.

Arianna’s body felt heavy as lead and it was Elijah pulling her along until they came into the living room and stumbled upon a commotion. To be honest, Arianna had no desire to be involved in whatever madness they conjured this time. But call it a feeling, or a sixth sense, she felt the urge to look and saw the cause of the commotion, only that it was the last person she expected.

.....

Marcel…? Jesus Christ, it was Marcel?! Although there were a lot of people blocking her view, Arianna could recognize even his shadow at night. Her eyes went as wide as the moon, what the hell was he doing here? However, it quickly dawned on her that they were beating up Marcel. How dare they lay a hand on her man?! He did nothing to them.

“You… what are you doing?!” Elijah grabbed her just as she was about to throw herself in the middle of the fight and save him herself.

“Let me go! They are hurting him! I need to help him! Marcel! Marcel!” Arianna called his name at the top of her lungs.

Their eyes met for a fleeting moment even though it seemed like forever, however, Arianna felt her stomach lurch and threatened to throw up the little food she had managed to eat during the day. It was the most heartbreaking scene that she had seen.

“You won’t be able to help him like this!” Elijah scolded her, “Those men are blinded with bloodlust right now and you would only get injured if you get involved right now.”

“What do you want me to do then?” Arianna hissed, glaring at Elijah and thankfully, eyes weren’t bullets else he would be dead already.

“I’ll calm them. Stay here and don’t do anything.” Elijah instructed her and moved to resolve the chaos. However, the crowd was too much and there was little to nothing Elijah could do with no one listening to him.

How could they reduce Marcel to this? Like he was a nobody. Hot white rage filled her and without thinking, Arianna walked over to the table where they long abandoned their weapons. She snatched a gun from the table and shot two rounds in the air.

There was instant chaos as everyone scampered for safety and the few brave ones reached for their weapon thinking they were under enemy attack or something. For all they knew, Marcel coming here and getting beaten might be a distraction only for his people to launch a surprise attack.

However, there was instant relief mixed with disbelief when they found out it was no one else but Arianna. She dropped the gun and went over to Marcel’s side, helping him up. Her heart couldn’t help but break when she saw the bruises all over, they didn’t even spare his face. What had he been thinking coming here?

“You idiot,” Arianna called him, tears sliding down her face. He was hurt all over, where was she even going to begin to treat him? He must be in great pain.

“Don’t cry,” Marcel told her, “Please don’t cry.” It pained him that she had to see him in this condition.

Her firing the gun drew enough attention because Eric and the others finally left the basement and Marcel turned in their direction. Both men stared at each other for quite a while until Marcel broke apart from her and before she could tell what he was up to, he fell to his knees before Eric.

“Spare us,” Marcel begged him with his head lowered and a strong gasp reverberated across the room. Apparently, Arianna was not the only one stunned by the move.

Apart from the bruises visible on his body, Marcel had busted lips and he was bleeding from the head. Dear God, his precious face. This was not the Marcel she knew. Arianna knew how much courage it took him to stoop to this level and she lifted her eyes to stare at Eric whose expression was blank.

As if that wasn’t enough, Marcel kowtowed before him and cried out, “Please spare the Luciano family, Eric!”

Tears poured out from Arianna’s eyes now in a torrent as she realized Marcel didn’t come here to get beaten, but rather to put his pride on the line. He was willing to accept the recuperation of his father’s action.

So without a second thought, Arianna got down on her knees beside him too and Marcel turned to her, stunned. He had not expected her to do that. However, Arianna was filled with determination and faced Eric, saying,

“Please spare the Luciano family, I beg you.”

THIS CHAPTER UPLOAD FIRST AT NOVELBIN.COM