Taken By The Mafia Lord Chapter 506

506 Play Around With You A Bit

“Let’s begin what?” Clara was confused and looked at Marcel as if he had lost his damn mind. She pulled at the binds but her hands couldn’t move. It was tight and digging into her hands and skin.

She glared at Marcel, “Is this a joke or what?! Let go this instant or I would make sure you encounter worse fate in the hands of your father,” Clara threatened him knowing that Daniel was the only one that could affect Marcel.

Clara was a fool to have been blinded by her feelings for him and he threw that right back on her face. She gave Marcel her heart and he stomped on it, instead, he chose to love that lowly woman, his mistress. He chose his mistress over her? Clara was so embarrassed.

And now, all that anger and embarrassnt had turned to resentnt and Clara wanted Marcel to be punished for it. Maybe, he should die too.... that way, nobody could have him. When Clara couldn’t get what she wanted, she made sure no one gets to have it. She wanted it gone. And in Marcel’s case, Clara wanted him gone.

Marcel snorted as if he found her response funny, “I’m sorry, but in your current situation, not even my father would be able to save you.”

Clara frowned, what was he talking about? However, conceited and having been pampered all through her life, Clara believed that Marcel must be fucking with her and Daniel would co to rescue her soon.

“What bullshit?! Get out of here, now because trust , I’ll make sure your father – ahh!” Clara scread when Marcel grabbed her hair and pulled it so tight, that tears slipped down her cheeks.

Clara didn’t know which one hurt the most, her perfectly made hair for the wedding today and if things went well, they would be married by now, or the pain from him pulling her hair.

“Do you think I’m here to massage your spoiled ass?” Marcel growled at her face, his eyes hard and ferocious it looked like hell were burning there. He was angry, Clara could see that now.

.....

“It hurts,” Her lips trembled and Marcel’s expression softened a little enough for him to ease his hold, but not entirely. The threat was still there and Clara knew that if she made a mistake, he would grab her hair tight again.

“Why are you doing this to when I did nothing but love you or is it a cri to love you? To want you?” Clara asked, the tears flowing in torrents now, “Marcel, all I ever did was to want -!”

“Shut up, you know nothing about love!” Marcel bellowed.

Clara flinched, daring not to make a sound. The current Marcel was acting all strange and violent. She didn’t know what had co over Marcel. It must be that mistress of his. She knew today was their wedding day and must have poisoned Marcel’s mind, turning him against her. All Clara needed was to get out of here and she would solve everything.

“What have you done?” Marcel found it laughable, “All you did was love ?” He sneered, “You were never in love with , Clara. You were only possessive and wanted an idea of . You never knew or wanted the real . Moreover, if you indeed loved , you would never do anything to bring to harm or distress in the first place.” He told her, but Clara only shook her head in confusion.

“What are you talking about?” Clara looked sincere and pitiful as he told him, “I would never harm you, Marcel. I would never do that!”

“Then what about Peter?”

“What Peter?” Clara groaned, tired of this baseless accusation.

“Peter Ivanov. The man you ordered to steal my weapons.”

Clara sighed, tired of the pointless interrogation, “Is this what this is all about? Do you think I would command soone to steal your weapons? God! I don’t know who the hell is -”

She was about to finish her statent when Marcel pulled out his phone with lightning speed and showed her the picture of the man on his screen.

At first, Clara blinked innocently, rely blinking at the image before her, however, just as she was about to open her mouth and inform Marcel that she hasn’t seen a man like that in her entire life, recognition hit her and her eyes widened to the size of the moon... Oh God, no.

“Judging from the incredulous look on your face, I can safely assu that you finally rember him and you aren’t so innocent now, are you?”

Clara’s blood ran cold and she lifted her head to see the devilish smirk forming at the corner of his lips. Marcel knew everything and just needed to confirm it from her, which he just did. He caught her unprepared. Now what? What was he going to do to her?

“M-Marcel,” Clara stuttered, her sense of self-preservation kicking in. She tried to move so she could grab onto him and beg him to spare her, but she couldn’t. The damn ropes were preventing her!

“What?” He asked emotionlessly.

“It was in the past,” Was Clara’s excuse, “I only did that when we were newly engaged, after my mother arranged our marriage without my consent. I had been upset and angry and wanted to take it out on you, Marcel. I didn’t an to hurt you then, I was ignorant. Moreover, I only asked him to just create a small setback enough to piss you off, that was all. ” Clara had no choice but to confess the truth.

Marcel finally let go of her hair and took a step back, and another before he burst into long hysterical laughter. He laughed so hard that tears began to escape his eyes and he began to clap his hands, “A little setback, huh?” He laughed harder.

In the twinkle of an eye, the laughter on Marcel’s face vanished and it was as if it was never there in the first place, “You call that a little setback?!” He barked so hard that Clara shrieked, startled. She was so scared, that Marcel was going to kill her.

“You were so generous with your money that Peter employed one of the most annoying rcenaries and a whole armory set to arrive was intercepted at the dork. What did you say to that? Is that a small setback to you?!” He scread into her ears so hard that Clara began to sob from the maltreatnt.

“I’m so sorry,” Clara wept bitterly, “I didn’t an to put you in much trouble. I was just so bitter towards you then that I thought it was the right decision. Please forgive , Marcel,” She begged him. Clara didn’t want to die now.

“Forgive you?” Marcel sneered. He then lowered his head so he was looking her straight in the eyes.

He said, “Don’t you think you’re a bit selfish to ask for forgiveness? Had you been soone else, you would have died already for betraying and you think I’m not rciful enough?” His tone was authoritative and showed threat.

He went on, “But then I would spare you because for once, you seem to have done sothing favorable to . Outside these walls, there would soon be a family gathering and thanks to your little “setback” plans, I’m under a family rule never to marry a betrayer. The future madam must live by example, don’t you think so? ” He smiled wickedly and Clare’s face fell because she could clearly see his plans now.

“No, no, Marcel, it was just once!” Clara argued, fighting desperately against the bond, “Marcel, I would never betray you! So please don’t do this to us! Please, I’ll be better from now on... in fact, you can be with your mistress while married to , I wouldn’t say or do anything, just don’t give up on our relationship, Marcel,” She pleaded desperately.

However, Marcel told her, ” That’s where you are wrong, Clara. There was never a us or a relationship between the both of us in the first place. Everything that happened was between you and Daniel, I gave no consent to that. And you forget just how petty I can be,” He announced justifiedly, “Just like you decided to take out your anger on when our engagent was newly ford, I’ve decided to take out my anger on you for betraying my trust.”

“No, no, no, you can’t do that, Marcel! Marcel!” Clara scread after him as he began to leave, “I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have done that! It was in the past though!”

But when she saw it did not affect him, she started to swear then, “Fine, take your fucking ass out of here like the bastard you are anyway. Do you think you can be with her just because you got rid of ? Haha, in your dreams, Marcel! Daniel would kill her!” She shouted and Marcel stopped.

Without a second thought, he turned around and began to strode in her direction and fear crippled Clara as she realized what she had done.

“No, no, I’m so sorry, Marcel. Don’t kill !” She was still saying when Marcel slipped off the tie he had been made to wear and gagged her mouth with it.

When Marcel was done, he patted her cheeks, but the look in his eyes was anything but gentle. It was cold and hard, as if he had retreated into being the ruthless killer he was known for. Clara’s heart began to pound hard, what the hell has she done?

Marcel said, “Don’t worry, after your judgnt in the next room, we’d play around a bit, don’t you think so?” The dark promise in his eyes was obvious. Clara just stepped into the lion’s den and she was beginning to see it.