Taken By The Mafia Lord

184 Finally, We Meet Elijah

“Oof!” Arianna breathed when Kenith landed on her. He was so damn heavy that she heaved as she successfully pushed him to the side.

When did she become so casual about death? When she began working for Ruth or associating with these bad people because Arianna of years back would definitely scream in terror at this scene.

Arianna didn’t stand up immediately nor did she want to admit that this rustic taste in her blood was that asshole’s blood. Her head was pounding with headache and the ceiling was kind of hazy. Hopefully, this was a mild concussion because she needed to run right now.

A hand appeared in her sight.

Elijah.

Arianna didn’t need him to speak to know it was him. Elijah’s actions speak louder than words and she couldn’t tell how relieved she was by his presence. She thought he abandoned her but that obviously wasn’t the case. All that mattered was that he was here now.

She took his hands and he pulled her up to her feet but Arianna closed her eyes the whole moment, afraid she might fall from the feeling of vertigo that overwhelmed her.

Elijah must have sensed that as well because his hold around her waist tightened as if trying to give her support while she held onto his arms. However, Arianna’s suddenly creased as if something was not right.

His arm.

.....

It was hairy.

Arianna finally opened her eyes and met black orbs that didn’t match the electric blue eyes she had been expecting.

She took a step back, “You are not him,”

Arianna was confused about what to do, run for her life or confront this strange man that saved her life? As much as he could be the enemy, she couldn’t sense any killing intent from him. Could it be....

“You are her then,” The strange man said, tilting his head as if scrutinizing her, “What does he even see in you to go through so much trouble?” he said.

It was confirmed, Elijah sent him.

But why? Arianna couldn’t understand him. Was he scared of Marcel?

Oh shit.

Marcel.

“We have to go now,” It finally hit Arianna. She had almost forgotten Marcel’s intention of coming to the wedding today – he wants to catch Elijah.

Even at that, a small part of her couldn’t help but worry about his safety. She had seen the chaos outside, what if Marcel was caught in between the war?

Seriously? Arianna laughed at herself mentally. Marcel becoming a casualty loss in this war? She should worry about herself instead. The Marcel she knew would not die easily and she should worry about getting out of safely.

“I can’t wait!” The man Elijah sent to save her seem desperate to leave here as well.

Arianna stared at the man, unlike Elijah who usually painted his face, this man was wearing a full-face Venetian mask to hide his identity. As she thought, once he brought her safely to Elijah, they would have no business together hence the need for anonymity.

They were running out of time hence she didn’t dare to change out of her bloody dress nor was she going to get naked with that man in the room. What if he was a peeping Tom or even a pervert? She hardly found good characters in people of the underworld.

Casting one last look at Kenith and Cassie, she didn’t spare them remorse as she took the man’s hands and left the room. On the bright side, both lovers would unite in hell.

The fight had resided but the effects lingered, the smell of gunpowder in the air was strong and suffocating, Arianna felt her stomach churn. Not to mention the gory states of some of the bodies she met on the way made her thank the lord she hasn’t taken anything into her mouth before the wedding else she would have thrown it all up.

Some of the underlings were alive yet injured and stayed on the floor twisting and moaning in pain. She met one with his leg broken – she winced internally – asking for her help. But she was in no position to render help neither had they helped her when she needed one.

Sorry, not sorry.

Arianna met a lacerated corpse with his intestines pouring out in the open. If it wasn’t that man tugging her forward, she would have frozen at that spot, disgusted and shaken to the core. How could they do this to a person?

The man said to her afterward, “We can’t linger here anymore, the police ought to be here soon. We don’t want to deal with that,”

Exactly, considering she took a life. Arianna shivered at the thought of spending the rest of her life in prison. Although she did it out of self-defense, the procedures of proving herself innocent would drain the life out of her.

Not to mention she would have to recall how she got involved with the likes of them in the first place and Arianna was sure Marcel wouldn’t want information about his organization spilled in the open. He would kill her to shut her up forever. So no, she can’t get caught by the police.

Finally, they made it to the foyer, and her body began to pulse with nervousness mixed with anticipation. Once they made it out of the house, it would be much easier for them to sneak out.

But fate seems to have other plans.

They were a few yards from reaching the door when three figures moved in blocking the entrance and forcing them to halt abruptly.

“Finally, we meet, Elijah,” The leader of the three said with a smile that made Arianna realize they just walked into a trap. And she knew that face well, it was Samuel.

Fuck.

“Run now!” The man yelled at her and Arianna didn’t need to be told twice as she took off while he engaged them in a fight. He was trying to stop them from reaching her, buying time for her escape.

The backdoor was Arianna’s plan and there was one in the kitchen.

She didn’t experience any hiccup along the way aside from one or two dead bodies. But the backdoor was empty and open, so she walked out immediately only for a hand to snatch her to the side.

Arianna’s eyes widened and she hardly caught that familiar orbs only for a needle to pierce into her neck.

“Sleep, you need it.”

That was all he said, as darkness took over.