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Taken By The Mafia Lord

[Completed] Nemesis!  If Arianna had known that irritating man would change her life in the worst way possible, perhaps she would have poisoned his coffee the first day they met. Arianna who was tricked and about to be married off to a Loan shark by her uncle's family, finally found a way to escape. However, that was all ruined when Marcel, the feared lord of the underworld captured her. The one thing she desired the most - her freedom - was taken from her. Marcel prided on the fact that he was well feared, respected, and revered in the city. His name caved terror in the hearts of people, however, his reputation is put to test when a familiar stranger relieved him of his property right under his nose. Anger simmers in his veins as he goes on a manhunt against the pickpocket who robbed him. When he gets Arianna, Marcel is sure to show her that nobody steals from Marcel Luciano and goes scot-free. On the other hand, Arianna loathes him so much and would do everything to escape that crazy Mafia. Unfortunately, what if she ends up stealing his heart as well. Read to find out. ~~~~~ "You're a monster, Marcel," "Don't monsters deserve to be loved too?" *Note - this book has strong sexual themes, strong language, violence, and gore. It would leave you on the edge and get you screaming for more. So if you can't handle the burn, drop it without abusing me in the comment box (I won't take it lightly if it does happen). If you can handle the burn, then welcome to the Mafia world!

Glimmy · Urban
Not enough ratings
918 Chs

That petty Thief

Arianna forgot that the world existed anymore as she was high at the moment. And it was in the middle of jumping up and down, whipping her head back and front that her gaze fell on him.

He drew her to him like a moth to a flame and she couldn't take her gaze away even if she wanted. What was he even doing here?

She saw him whisper some words to the men with him and they dispersed like wildfires. While Rose and the others were still dancing, Arianna discovered something else, the tension in the air was thick. Something didn't seem right.

Like a psychopath immersed with his target, Arianna studied Marcel and followed his gaze even when it rested on Kenith leaning over the balustrade from upstairs. She saw everything; the way Kenith's face distorted as soon as he saw Marcel and Marcel looking away as if he didn't want to be seen.