Chapter 79 - Escaping With Him (1/2)

Marcel was beginning to buck under the stress and it was all emotional. There was just so much going on in his head right now; he had yet to find his guns; there was his sister to rescue from his father; the gang to keep in check; and of course, yours lovely Arianna driving him crazy.

So even when he went outside to get air into his head, it didn't help at all. There were so many distractions such as some of his members greeting him and the others that did not acknowledge his presence were busy making out and doing the deed in spots that weren't as isolated as they thought.

Marcel had not felt as emotionally detached as tonight and he needed to be alone. So he went back to his room knowing that Arianna would be busy with the dancers downstairs. For now, he just needed to collect his thoughts.

Marcel had his head in his hands and was lost in his thoughts when a scream reached his ears. He recognized that voice as Arianna's and sighed, why was she back so soon? Wasn't she supposed to be having fun with Victor?

He lifted his head, ”You're here?”

She didn't reply yet Marcel could see the confusion in her gaze. Thankfully, it wasn't pity he saw in there because he hated that.

Instead, Arianna lifted her head high and was about to leave him. The thought of her leaving him all alone scared him for a sec and he just spat out, ”I'm sorry,”

”Huh?” She didn't believe it.

Wonderful Marcel, what have you done?

Even at that, Marcel thought he could try a different approach. Honestly, he was tired of fighting with her. He just needed a moment of internal peace tonight.

So he apologized properly.

”I'm sorry for dropping you earlier on the stage and I'm sorry for the way that I have treated you since your stay here. I treated you like an asshole and I deserve every punch that comes my way because if you want to punish me, now's your chance,”

Marcel knew how much she loathed him; he saw it in her eyes. The fierce need to hurt him was always there and perhaps, it was the need for vengeance that kept her going.

And this was him making penance for all he did to her - she get a chance to hit him to her satisfaction.

And she did it.

Marcel let out an ”Oof” sound when her small fist connected with his stomach yet it knocked the breath out of him.

”Christ Jesus! Did you go for boxing classes?” He complained because it hurt.

”No, but this is my accumulated grievance speaking!” Arianna said, her chest heaving. She had put all of her strength into that punch?

Why wouldn't she when the heavens just answered her prayers and she got a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to hit Marcel?

What if it turned out that Marcel was merely joking with her and she just hit her? A voice reasoned in her head.

No, Marcel's words carry a lot of weight around here nor was he jovial. If there was anyone that could do such a thing, Arianna would gladly point out Victor. He was more of the trickster here.