Taken By The Mafia Lord

315 Let The Fight Begin

“What?!” Arianna gave Marcel a stupid look. Was he kidding her right now? She couldn’t possibly fight against him and win? He was five times stronger than her and knew all those fighting skills and stuff like that. It was a losing battle, only a fool would agree to it. Arianna might be headstrong but she knew how to give up.

“I can’t do it,” She confessed, “I can’t possibly win against you. That is it, you must be taunting me right now,” Arianna glared at him for making a fool of her.

“You don’t have to fight me that way and all I would do is to play the defensive. In one word, if you can hit me thrice in five minutes, you win. How does that sound? Interesting, right?” Marcel threw the bait.

Arianna tipped her head to the side contemplatively. This was a good deal. She wasn’t confident at defeating Marcel in a face-to-face confrontation, however, stealing punches? She can do that.

“You have to think about it as well?” Marcel goaded her, “It seems you were not prepared in the first place,”

“No, I’ll do it!” Arianna gave in immediately, “I’m going to fight you and I will win!”

“Good,” Marcel smiled at her, “I like your confidence because it would fall the hardest when I defeat you woefully. Our fight begins in an hour, get yourself prepared,” He announced out of nowhere.

“What?!” Arianna shouted. It was so sudden. She hasn’t even gotten herself prepared, “Don’t you think you’re going too quick? One moment you’re telling me about the fight, and the next we’re fighting in an hour. I’m still trying to digest the information, Marcel,” She hoped he had a change of heart.

But instead, Marcel walked over to her till he was standing directly in front of her and said, “A good soldier is prepared at all times. If you’re going to break into my father’s place, you have to be quick in thinking in case there are changes to the plans. And now, I’m running out of time, so we start immediately. Get your ass ready, Arianna. ” was all Marcel said and left her standing there as he went in.

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Arianna took in a deep breath, she had forgotten how to breathe when he invaded her space. She had to admit though that Marcel in action was kind of sexy.

Alright, get the dirty thought out of your head, Arianna. You have to fight in less than an hour Marcel. She had to focus and think of how to hit Marcel because she was sure as hell that he wouldn’t make it easy for her. At all.

For someone who was about to fight the sexy Mafia Lord, all she did was to brush her teeth and get in the shower. Gosh, cut her some breaks, she had to practice good hygiene. You know, smell good – and taste good.

Stop it!

Arianna was going crazy with all the lewd thoughts in her head. In the end, she settled on the bed and began to go over the plan in her head. She had to prove to Marcel that she wasn’t a fragile, weak barbie. She was strong as well and would give him those punches – it would make her feel good, anyway.

She dropped to the ground and did some warm-up exercises to loosen her muscles and improve her flexibility. When she was still with Ruth, some of the criminals she had befriended had taught her some basic moves, they should come in handy later.

Arianna wore an oversized t-shirt that she tied at the side of her tummy, showing off her toned midriff, and completed it with stretchy yoga pants. Trust her, she wasn’t showing off for him. She just wanted to look badass and sexy, okay.

Not long after, Luca was at the door to inform her that it was time. Arianna nodded and obediently followed him, butterflies dancing in her belly; she was nervous.

Arianna was led to a part of the base she hadn’t explored and they walked into a very huge room for indoor sports. It was a gymnasium and Marcel was already waiting for her in the middle of the room.

They weren’t the only people using the room because she could see some other people dueling with their partners, however, they all stopped as soon as she came in, watching her with curiosity. They must be wondering what she was doing here, after all, she was a pretty princess in captivity and had no use here. Arianna hoped to prove them wrong today.

As expected, Marcel took a good look at her and didn’t say a word. She wondered if he liked what he saw.

Shut up, Arianna!

Marcel had already changed out of his suit and donned a workout long sleeve t-shirt showing off all his muscles. Her throat dried up, Marcel was really hot. She was highly tempted to do bad things with him.

“Eyes up here, love,” Marcel called her out for staring and Arianna went red in the face as she realized everyone in the room heard that.

They laughed at her and she glared at Marcel. Did he really have to do that? But Marcel in question winked at her with a smug expression. He enjoyed what he did. Fine, she would teach him a lesson by kicking his ass.

“Alright, listen up!” Marcel clapped his hand, drawing the attention of the men in the room, “I’m about to have a duel with my babe, here -”

“I’m not your babe,” She corrected him and the men hooted. Obviously, they found this entertaining.

“I’m about to duel with ‘I’m not your babe'” he said intentionally and Arianna rolled her eyes,

“It’s for a very important deal and you all are witnesses to it,”

Marcel wasn’t going to say what the deal was for, in case they had a spy in their midst. It was a secret. His men would think she was probably bored out of her mind and wanted to play.

“If she manages to hit me three times in five minutes, she wins and gets her wish. Who’s with the timer, let the fight begin!”