Taken By The Mafia Lord-Chapter 742 - 742 I’m The Villain, Princess

742 I’m The Villain, Princess

It wasn’t until they got outside that Arianna finally understood what Marcel was talking about. She had not been observant of her surroundings, unlike Marcel who captured both men that had been watching them the entire time in the restaurant.

They looked away as soon as their gaze connected with him but Marcel was quick-witted and knew that it was people from the Draven family. The fact that none of the brothers came to bother them last night was a blessing in itself, but it was obvious their hospitality has come to an end and they wanted Arianna back.

The both of them immediately left with Marcel dragging her along and got to where his car was packed.

“Get in,” he ushered her inside the driver’s side of the seat.

“Marcel?” Arianna wondered what he was doing even as she sat down obediently. She was slightly worried about him knowing that this was about to end in a confrontation.

However, Marcel didn’t answer her and leaned against the body of the car protectively as he waited for Eric’s people to arrive. And they didn’t fail his expectation, because the men located them in a jiffy.

They came to stand in front of him imposingly, but Marcel was not intimidated by their numbers or appearance. If anything, Marcel looked relaxed as if they weren’t worth his attention and he could take on the both

of them at the same time.

One of them stepped out to say to Marcel, “Your time together is over, we need the girl back.”

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“I’m taking her home myself as you can see,” Marcel gestured at the fact that she was seated comfortably in his car, “So tell me, do you have any problem with that?” 𝙛𝑟𝑒e𝘸𝑒𝗯𝘯𝗼𝘃el.𝒄𝒐m

They looked at Arianna who stared back at them, her heart in her throat. She could sense the tension brewing in the air and didn’t like it one bit. She would not let them be if they dared lay a hand on Marcel – even though he was capable of protecting himself.

“I’m sorry but the boss’s order was for us to take her home.” said the second person.

“I’m sorry, but correct me if I’m mistaken, isn’t home our destination? So what’s the big deal if I take her back and not you guys? In the end, you still did your job.” Marcel wanted to come to terms with them. Unfortunately, the idiots wanted to cause trouble.

The first man came closer till he was looking Marcel in the eyes, saying,

“I’m sorry but an order is an order.”

He then gestured to his partner to go get Arianna from the car. However, the said partner barely made a move when Marcel announced coldly,

“Try making a step and let’s see if you would still walk with both feet afterward.”

The man in question halted his steps at once and looked between his partner and Marcel, unsure whose orders to follow. It was like being stuck between the devil and the blue sea.

“Get the girl!”

He was ordered by his partner once again, and though Marcel didn’t say a word, the hardened look on his gaze was enough words. And once again, the man remained at that spot anxious and unsure. He already knew of Marcel and his crazy father and had a feeling that he was not joking about breaking his legs. Not to mention, the tension in the air added to his anxiety and he couldn’t do a thing.

“Fine, since you won’t do it, I’ll do the job myself, coward!” His strict partner said and made a move.

Marcel reacted at the same time.

But then, someone beat him to it.

None of them saw the flying shoe until it hit the bastard right in the face and drew blood. Only then, they all turned in that direction to see a furious Arianna glaring down at the Draven’s men in particular. Arianna was standing outside the car and had thrown her heel at the asshole the instant he wanted to cause trouble.

“Are you dumb or what?! He already says he driving me home? So what’s your problem?! Why can’t you guys settle your problems for once without initiating violence?!” Arianna shouted at them.

But then she was not through with giving them a piece of her mind because Arianna walked over to them, with no shoes on one foot and Marcel noticed that. She came over to the man who was bleeding from the nose where the shoe hit him and said to him,

“Which of the brothers sent you? Didn’t they educate you on how to respect your elders?” Although Marcel was not older than the man in question he was higher up the hierarchy and deserved to be treated with caution.

Arianna continued, “Moreover, do I look like a child? I am an adult with opinions and I chose to go with Marcel. If you have a problem with that, take it up with my family, and let’s see who would be supported in the end?”

She poked him in the chest, saying,

“So this is what we are going to do. I’m getting into his car and Marcel would drive me home while you both trail behind and make sure we are protected. Do I make myself care?”

Both men hesitated at first but when Arianna arched her brow at them pointedly, they gave in at once.

“Good,” Arianna said, a victorious smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. She was usually not this vicious but their world was different from others and to be respected here, she had to toughen up. It was time for her authority to be respected in this family; she was not weak.

Satisfied with the result, Arianna turned to Marcel, hoping that he was moved by her performance only for him to carry her off her feet and drew a squeal from her mouth.

“Marcel!”

Arianna was slightly startled because she had not seen that coming.

He snorted with a bit of humor in his tone, “What do you think you are, Cinderella? How can you lose your heel that easily?”

“And what are you?” Arianna retorted, “My prince in shining armor?”

“I think we both can agree you’re no princess in distress when you just stood for yourself.” He added, “Also, I’m more of a villain, princess.” Marcel winked at her.

While she burst into laughter, Marcel carried her over to her seat once again. He didn’t want her walking bare feet again.

He then returned to the spot where the shoe lay on the floor and commanded the man, “Pick it up.”

Marcel saw the indignation in the man’s eyes at being treated this way, sadly, he didn’t exactly care. He reluctantly picked up the shoe and handed it to him with a sour face.

“Thank you.” Marcel grinned at him knowingly before he turned to go take care of his ladies. Others be damned.