Taken By The Mafia Lord

864 The Luciano Family’s Handwork

Arianna was fast asleep in her room when she heard a creaking sound and her eyes flashed open. With recent training and accidents, she has become quite sensitive to her environment. But at that moment, one thing made sense to her, she was not alone in her room.

It was still night since her room was still dark and she had turned off the light. With her back turned, Arianna could feel the presence getting closer. With the attempt at being subtle, Arianna could tell whoever that person is was not on her side.

How did he or she get in anyway? The security was tight unless there was a mole. Arianna bet that it was Richardo again, he was really desperate to end her since she was the only thing that would hurt Marcel deeply.

What was she going to do? Her thought was racing. She could scream, sure, that would draw attention but it doesn’t guarantee her safety. She could fight the intruder, but it could be a man and he might be stronger than her.

No, she had to fight, Arianna decided. No matter what option she took right now, there was no guarantee she would survive. If she was going to die, she would not go down easily. With that thought in mind, Arianna reacted by kicking out her sheet and blocking the intruder’s view.

With that distraction in the darkness, Arianna took off and got to the door. But just as she was about to turn the knob, a shot rang out and the next thing she felt was hot piercing pain in her abdomen. The breath was knocked out of her breath and she managed to open the door before falling through it.

Her breath was now a wheeze and lifting her head, she saw Marcel running in her direction with horror written on his face. However, as if he were on a treadmill, no matter how much strength he exerted, he just couldn’t get to her and only kept screaming her name in desperation.

Feeling a shadow hover over her, Arianna turned to stare at the intruder now standing over her. To her horror, it was the same woman whom Samson had devoured earlier in the day. Suddenly, as if she conjured the poor creature, to her side was the lion lying in a pool of its blood.

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“No!” Arianna screeched in agony, this can’t be happening. However, the cocking of the gun brought back her attention to the woman whom she just realized had no face but endless darkness.

“Richardo sends a message,” The woman said with an unnatural voice before she pulled the trigger and shot her right in the head.

“No!” Arianna woke up with a scream, scrambling off the bed and nearly injuring herself in the process. However, none of that mattered to her as she hurried over to the dresser and began to check her appearance.

There was no bullet in her head and lifting her shirt, there was no trace of a bullet either. Everything had been a dream. She only had a nightmare that scared the shit out of her. Arianna looked further into the mirror, her eyes were wild and it was puffy around the sides as if she had been crying during the dream.

Damn it, that son of a bitch Richardo had to die for her to be ever safe. The dream was an ominous sign already and she wasn’t going to take it for granted.

Her phone rang out of nowhere, startling her. Arianna calmed her racing heart, there was nothing to be scared of. She was safe here, she told herself. Picking her phone from the nightstand, Arianna was relieved to see that it was Marcel calling. She cleared her throat and wiped the sweat on her forehead.

“Hello love,” Arianna said with a chippy voice, hoping he was not going to suspect a thing. Marcel got enough problems on his plate and she did not want to bother him with her nightmares. That was her problem to deal with.

“Hey, love.” Marcel said, “I’m sorry for waking you this early. I just wanted to make sure that you were…. safe.”

Arianna glanced at the clock on the wall it was barely six in the morning. The nightmare woke her quite early.

“No, it’s no problem. I was up already.”

“Why? You couldn’t sleep? Did you have any nightmares? I know yesterday’s incident -”

“No, I want to have a run.” Arianna lied, “I need to get myself in shape, and exercising helps clear my mind.”

“I was worrying over nothing then. In that case, have a nice run okay.”

“Sure.”

“I love you, Arianna Valerie.” He said all of a sudden, making her heart miss a beat.

“I love you too, Marcelo Xavier Luciano.” Arianna blushed hard at the end. Why were they being so lovey-dovey this morning? It was quite embarrassing, she grinned like a fool.

Arianna ended the call and put on her running tracks. While she had not planned this, exercise was indeed good for her mind. On her way out, Redhead tagged along which was quite surprising – Arianna thought the chihuahua had changed loyalties considering he was always with Rose twenty-four, seven.

She ran across the far-stretched property. The Draven had enough space with acres of land, almost making the place secluded. Arianna decided to rest after a while when Redhead began to bark in a direction furiously.

It was the vineyard and Arianna had no business going there, but the dog wouldn’t let it go and so she decided to check it out. However, what Arianna never expected to see when she got to the spot was the headless body and a scream left her mouth.

What the heck?

She scrambled away to go call for help, only to hear another scream from somewhere. What was happening? Were they under attack?

“Ephraim!” She screamed his name when she spotted him outside. However, when she got to him, he was reading the message on a white cloth probably written with blood.

[Three down, two left]

Oh no, it dawned on Arianna.

This was the Luciano family’s handwork.