Taken By The Mafia Lord

39 I’ll Survive

Arianna was on a beach in Fiji, sucking down mojitos and laughing in the sun. She was having the time of her life when suddenly dark clouds gathered around the sky and cast dark shadows over them.

Soon that dark cloud materialized into a hurricane that pursued her and everyone at the beach. Arianna took off, running hard amid the shuffling crowd.

At a point, she watched a man fall to the ground with the others stampeding him to death and that made bile rose to her throat. No, she can’t die like this. 𝒇𝚛e𝘦wℯ𝑏𝓃𝑜νℯ𝒍.co𝗺

However, as much as Arianna ran, it was not enough and soon enough the hurricane swallowed her up. Arianna found herself swirling and swirling in the spiral mess until suddenly, she found herself in a church.

Arianna abruptly found herself in a church and a wedding gown. What the fuck? But that was the least of her problems because looking to her right was Big Joe standing on a little podium to match her height while a priest stood in front of them.

“My God, what is happening?!” Arianna exclaimed with her mouth opened with shock as she stared around the church.

Kenith was the best man, which was pretty predictable while Cassie seems to be her chief bridesmaid with Chelsea, Rose, and Ashley as her bridesmaids.

In the rows of seats were guests that were unfamiliar to her, although not all because there were her uncle, his wife, and daughter all staring at her with a smug smile. Arianna swore she saw Marcel as well, he waved at her with his usual annoying expression.

Arianna could have looked around more until she heard the priest ask, “Do you, Arianna, take Big Joe, to be your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death. This is my solemn vow.”

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Were they kidding her? Why would she marry him? She would rather die than do that. Confidently, Arianna opened her mouth to say, “No,” but what came out of her mouth was a “Yes,”.

Her mouth hung open in shock. What just happened? She wanted to reject the vow, not accept it. It was almost as if she was no longer in control of her mouth.

“And now, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride,” the priest announced and Arianna went into full-blown panic. Oh no, this was not happening.

Big Joe turned to her with an eager smile showing that he couldn’t wait to kiss her while Arianna had a cringe. The more Big Joe’s leaned down, Arianna leaned back and was prepared to flee when a chain suddenly appeared around her neck, nearly suffocating her.

Big Joe pulled on it drawing her closer and Arianna turned around to see that everyone was laughing hysterically, most especially her uncle and his family in a way that made the hairs on her back stand on edge. Their laughter was crazy and did she forget to add, creepy.

Arianna turned to Big Joe still pulling her closer by the chain, his mouth puckered and he was ready to kiss her. But all of a sudden, his mouth grew impossibly large, almost to the size of a monster, and looked ready to swallow her alive. The closer his monstrous mouth came to her, Arianna screamed.

“Hey, Arianna!”

She felt someone call her name and a slight tapping on her cheeks but she was too far into the dream to wake up. Arianna continued to shout and whimper from the terror of the dream she was stuck in.

“Wake up, Arianna!” He barked at her, shaking her vigorously and that did the magic.

Arianna woke up to a pair of hands holding her down and her survival instinct kicked in. Without thinking much, plus the advantageous position she was in, Arianna reached out and kneeled him right in the place where the sun never shines.

That move has always proved effective and it was not surprising when he rolled off her, groaning in pain and giving her time to breathe.

While the man was trying to hold her down, it was almost as if she was drowning and needed to breathe.

Arianna got off the bed and took a long, deep breath into her lungs, her chest heaving as if she ran a marathon. She still had no clue what was going on here nor how she got here.

Then it hit her as she remembered last night’s encounter and those blue electrifying one.

“Oh my God!” She gasped, “Elijah!”

Arianna rushed over to the bed when Elijah was on his back in the bed clutching a certain area of his body, still moaning in pain.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” Arianna took off his hand, trying to access the level of damage she had done on him.

“I didn’t mean to!” Arianna was so filled with guilt that she didn’t know when she touched him down there and when she realized what she did, jerked away from him with wide eyes.

What the fuck was wrong with her? She wished the ground could open up and swallow her whole. Arianna was so embarrassed.

“Just give me a minute, I’ll survive,” Elijah said to her through gritted teeth. So much for trying to help her.

Hence Arianna could only chew on her teeth helplessly as she waited for Elijah to recover from the attack she inflicted on him.

While he was in the middle of “recovering”, Arianna took that opportunity to observe him.

As expected, Elijah hid his face from her again and unlike the other time where he was wearing a mask, he had face paint.

His face was powdered and from his nose upward was the elegant painting of a Phoenix, actually its wings. It was a perfect blend of red and a golden palette with shines on it. It perfectly hid his identity without being disturbing to look at.

Arianna actually envied him. Why were the men in her life so handsome? Well except a certain husband, Big Joe that would be pissed as hell over her disappearance.