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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!

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Confrontation

Music Recommendation:- Physical - Dua Lipa

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"What is this?" Arianna asked when she saw the traditional dish — spaghetti sautéed with garlic in olive oil. 

"Spaghetti Aglio e olio," Marcel pronounced in one breath while she stared at him, stunned. 

"What the hell?" Arianna burst into laughter. Honestly, she hadn't gone through the foods on the menu and was more interested in the order of their serving. As usual, dessert was saved for the last and she was more interested in that one. 

"Come on, say it," Marcel urged her to pronounce it.

"No, it is too long," She complained, shrinking back into the seat so he wouldn't be able to grab her.

"Just give it a try," Marcel tried to convince her. 

"Fine," Arianna gave in and then readjusted in her seat, clearing her throat. She said, "Spaghetti AGG-lee-oy ee OH-lee-oh,"