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“You are supposed to hate him, you fool!” Arianna screamed out, biting into her pillow aggressively.

She tossed and turned on her bed before sitting up and beginning her monologue.

“What has Marcel ever done for you?! Nothing! Everything he has done so far is to keep your dumb ass caged here!” Arianna whacked her face with the pillow and fell back on the bed only to rise again.

“He kidnapped you, Arianna, for crying out loud. He’s a rogue, brutal, and a killer for Christ’s sake. Those that live by the sword, die by the sword. What would it benefit you to date a Mafia Lord? As if your life isn’t in enough danger? You’re a hostage here or have you forgotten about Stockholm syndrome? Oh my Gosh, it finally got to you!” She cried out.

Arianna fell to the bed on her side, looking like a lifeless human as she battled the thoughts mentally. She couldn’t help it though, it was always her body betraying her. Her heart was the leader of them all. It shouldn’t beat fast and make her feel dizzy whenever she’s around him.

She knew how to be around Marcel, mean and unyielding; Arianna was a strong woman and willed herself to behave. However, her eyes were always the first to look and then her brain would release those stupid hormones that disrupts her plan while her heart comes up with the hippity-hop jump. It was annoying.

But then, even with all the thinking, Arianna still couldn’t come up with an effective way to stop catching feelings for Marcel. No, it was just lust. She couldn’t stop herself from lusting after the handsome-looking Mafia Lord of the Luciano crime family. No, she would surely think about it.

Arianna must have thought hard because she only ended up falling asleep around three in the morning. It must have been a dream or something because Arianna could swear that at one point in the middle of her sleep, she felt a dip in her bed and the next, arms around her.

.....

She should have woken up or something but she was just very tired and the sleep was too sweet. And like she said, it was a dream. Amongst other dreams, she had that morning.

Arianna dreamt about Marcel – Just as he wanted – but then, it was a sex dream. She was on the bed with her legs and hands chained to the sides and she couldn’t even run even if she wanted to.

She was naked and the look in his eyes scared her because he looked like a predator about to devour her – he reminded her of Samson. If shape-shifting was real, Arianna bet Samson was his other half.

However, they had mind-blowing sex in the dream and she was still reeling from the feeling when Marcel was suddenly pushed off of her and his position was soon taken over by Elijah.

Holy God!

Her blood ran cold when Arianna saw that familiar painted face. Her expression was still etched with shock when he entered her in one thrust and the pleasure clouded her mind.

Where was Marcel? She wondered because he has not risen since Elijah pushed him away. However, her attention was drawn back to Elijah when he increased his pace, pounding into her much harder this time as if he was trying to punish her.

“Do you like it?” He asked, a glint she couldn’t understand in his eyes as he continued to plow into her.

“Yes, I do!” Arianna answered, her hands digging into the sheet from the pleasure.

“Good,” Elijah said, as if that was what he wanted to hear. Arianna didn’t notice the change in his demeanor because she was busy enjoying the sex.

But then, he suddenly asked, “Why did you betray me then?”

“What?” Arianna said, and that was when she noticed the chill in the air. Although Elijah was still f*cking her, his expression had changed and she felt this sudden urge to look at the side.

She turned to the right side of the bed only to see Marcel’s empty gray eyes staring back at her with a bullet hole in the middle of his head.

Arianna screamed and tried to get away but she couldn’t, not with Elijah still inside of her. Unlike earlier, he now had a full-fledged psychopathic smile on his face while lifting a gun to her face.

“I gave you everything, Arianna, yet you betray me like this?”

“No, Elijah. Please let me try to -”

“Sorry, but it’s too late for that,” He smirked coldly and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Arianna woke up with a startled gasp, her heart pounding in her chest. That had been one hell of a nightmare. But it was a reality check-up as well. Elijah was still out there and probably coming for her.

Yeah, “probably”, note the uncertainty. It’s been over a month already since she last saw him and weeks since he gave her a sign. A sign to hold onto hope and remind her why she was even fighting in the first place. Who was she fighting for?

No, she was not having this complicated thought this early in the morning, Arianna decided and was about to get out of bed when she finally noticed heavy resting on her stomach. Brows furrowed, she looked down, it was an arm. She knew who it was.

“What the -” Arianna trailed off when she saw Marcel asleep. She had turned around to give him a piece of her mind until she saw his sleeping face, and he looked so cute, innocent, and peaceful. It was not a sight she saw every day on someone like Marcel.

A smile curved her lips, he must have returned last night – thankfully – and decided her bed was the best option. He was so annoying, Arianna thought yet lifted her hand to touch his face only to stop halfway upon remembering her dream. She shouldn’t be doing this.

So with a deep sigh, she took his arm off her waist and was careful not to wake him. Arianna got down from the bed and headed for her bathroom.

Marcel opened his eyes.