Chapter 87 - He Almost Fed Her Dirty Water (1/2)

This changes nothing between them, Marcel thought even as Arianna lay asleep in his arms as he carried her into her, no, his room.

Where was he going to sleep tonight?

Don't get him wrong, Marcel had a lot of empty rooms but he preferred this one to others because of the resources he put in while decorating it. His bed especially was so soft that one would think he or she was floating on clouds while lying on it.

Don't stare at him that way, it's his money and he decides what to do with it?

Even as Marcel came into the house, he made sure to look out for his men - he didn't want them to misunderstand him carrying Arianna. But then since when did he begin to care about what his subordinates would say?

This was not the first time he had a lady in his arms in their presence - usually, his dates would hook their hand around his arm and not him - Marcel - carrying them off their feet into his room.

His men would think he was taking her to bed. Surely, it wasn't a crime to take his enemy to bed, right? Except that in the past, it was all a pretense and he - Marcel - would end his enemies life on the bed before they even think of undressing him.

Whatever! Marcel thought as he carried Arianna into the house. If they had a problem with him carrying Arianna, they should come to him - and he would increase their workload.

But then Marcel was worrying over nothing because most of the men he met inside were dead drunk while the others were so drunk, they couldn't even recognize him.

Marcel sighed, they were all a goner if an enemy gang decided to attack at this moment - all thanks to Victor. Tsk Tsk. The great Luciano clan, his ass!

However, his brows couldn't help but furrow when he saw the stains on his rug, the walls, broken vases, and a few ruined items. Even a woman's panty was hanging on the chandelier. His precious chandelier?!

Oh no.

Veins almost burst out from Marcel's head as he gritted his teeth. That imperial neoclassical eighteen-light chandelier was from Russia's Pavlovsk Palace, specifically from Empress Maria Feodorovna's bedroom, and cost him Eight hundreds fifteen thousand and twenty-five dollars!

How could they do this to his precious? Marcel was close to tears.

At once, a scary look entered Marcel's eyes, he would make sure that Victor pays for every dime that was ruined tonight. Those cost him money! Money! How could they do this to his precious mansion?

Marcel was not stingy or frugal with his resources, he was just possessive and protective of his things, especially the beautiful ones. This was why when Arianna had ruined his rooms, he was almost tempted to kill her.

But then Victor would be the one he was killing tomorrow. He knew his nature yet refused to control his wild men. Until tomorrow, an evil smirk tugged his lips to the side.

Perhaps due to the terrifying glint in his eyes, his men that were still on their feet and patrolling the area avoided Marcel and didn't make a comment nor look twice about the sleeping Arianna in his arms. And they were quite lucky because Marcel was in the mood to bite someone's head off.

When Marcel reached his living room, he placed Arianna gently on the bed as if he was scared to wake her up. And true to his words, he was scared that she would wake and continue crying from where she stopped especially when she sees herself in this room. The thought of those tears sent shivers down his spine, he wouldn't want to experience that ever again.