Arianna's face fell as soon as she heard that comment. She had been hoping to get some answers but all he did was to remind her of the situation she was in. She was doomed.
Suddenly, she grabbed his hand and that caused him to look up but Arianna didn't care, she needed an escape right now.
"I need your help,"
His brows raised and she added, "Please,"
The man pulled away from his hand, "It seems like you haven't understood the situation you are currently in. Even if you escape from here, we're going to hunt you down to the end of the earth," He drew closer such that their body was almost touching, "Why would I help you escape,"
Of course, he was right. Why would he help her escape for Christ's sake?
"I just need a little time," Arianna tried her luck and somehow hoped a miracle would happen, "I have a trust fund with a large sum of money in there but it's not operational until next year. I just need more time!" She pleaded with him.
"Who doesn't need more time," He said.
"W-hat?" she choked.
The collector sighed, "As much as your offer is interesting, I'm a businessman and time is a huge asset to me. Your uncle has used up his time and I'm afraid there's no room for more favors. Moreover..."
He grabbed her chin and lifted it, saying "Being Big Joe's wife isn't that bad,"
Arianna was revulsed, not because of the way the collector held her chin delicately as if he was afraid to hurt her but the thought of Big Joe. She hadn't met their boss yet but she already has a mental profile of him.
Big Joe was probably a rich, overweight old pervert in search of a new, young wife. When the collector mentioned wife, he didn't exactly specify wife number what? The fifth? Eighth? Tenth? God, her skin crawled.
Arianna didn't need to watch movies to know men like that. Even if Big Joe wasn't married yet and she was the first one, this was a forced, unlawful marriage.
There was nothing like love between them. Heck! She wouldn't even be respected, after all, she was the bride he bought. She would have no pride nor peace of mind in this marriage and would have to endure till the day she managed to escape or he died. This was a nightmare.
"You would not be maltreated because you're the boss's wife," The collector hinted at the harassment from earlier.
He tilted her chin side to side checking the small bruise across her face slowly as if he was intrigued with it and that made Arianna subtly narrow her gaze at him.
"You would the absolute power after him and everyone would bow at your feet, including me. You would have the authority to do whatever you want and I'll be at your disposal," He said without breaking eye contact with her.
He was confusing her, Arianna noted. For some reason, he was suggesting something, and somehow, she hasn't fully grasped his intentions towards her. But Arianna was sure of one thing, he wanted something from her.
Arianna stepped back immediately, creating some space between them, however, she forget her sprained ankle, and the minute she added weight to her foot, it caused her to wince.
The collector noticed the painful expression on her face and without warning, carried her off the ground in his arms and walked over to her bed where he placed her gently before she could complain.
The man was not done because he made a call and in the next minute, someone came in with a small tray and inside of it was an ice pack.
"Oh," Arianna realized his intention. So she stretched her hand intending to teat herself but the man simply pulled the small stool that was beside her bed and sat down before her.
"What are you doing?"Arianna asked him, uncomfortable with his sudden nearness again.
"Your husband would be returning home tomorrow to get a look of his wife, I have to keep you in the optimal condition else my head might be the next to roll on the ground," said Mr. Collector, as she would like to call him since she doesn't know his name yet.
Arianna didn't say anything else as he used the cold compress on her face and even when he drew so close their noses were almost touching, she didn't react.
When he was done treating her face, he then lifted her leg and placed it on his lap where he used the ice pack immediately for about fifteen minutes. During that period, none of them said a word to each other and Arianna refused to be swayed by his kind act.
For some reason, this cold gangster was being surprisingly kind to her, there has to be a catch. Either he was taken by her or he was intending to use her as a pawn in his own plans.
Unfortunately, she had her own plans as well and that was to escape here and if using him was going to be the answer, then so be it. May the best player win.
Thankfully the swelling wasn't much and there was no need for compressing the ankle with an elastic bandage. Her sprain would heal in a day or two as far as she doesn't move much and gets enough rest.
"You should rest now," The collector said and to her surprise, tuck her in.
"I won't be able to sleep since I'm in a foreign environment and I might need company," She said and saw an unknown expression cross his gaze.
However, it was gone almost as soon as it came and he resumed his calm demeanor saying, "You would have to endure the loneliness till your husband returns home tomorrow,"
Arianna thought she would die from a heart attack at the mention of her husband. God, this was real. She was getting married and it wasn't a man of her choice. Heck! She doesn't even want to marry yet! She still enjoyed being single.
"But then you can make do with Netflix," He turned on the television and handed the remote to her.
Arianna's mouth twitched, this wasn't funny.
"See you later," He was prepared to leave when she shouted,
"Wait!"
He turned with a raised brow.
"I don't even know your name,"
He smiled politely, "Kenith,"
"Oh, Kenith," Arianna nodded, memorizing the name because she was sure as hell that he was vital to her plan.
"Thank you, Kenith,"
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"Ugh," Marcel woke up to blinding sunlight filtering through the window. However, that was the least of his problems because right now, something or rather someone was licking his face.
At first thought, Marcel thought it was Samson and sat up with a startle, intending to give that beast a piece of his mind, however, he was treated to a cute-looking chihuahua staring back at with adorable eyes.
"God," He groaned, what kind of assault was it this early morning?
His face was filled with drool and it pissed Marcel off. He had not a single idea about a dog's normal social behavior. At three years old, while other kids were getting dolls and toys, Marcel was already practicing how to disassemble and assemble guns.
In one word, he has no pet aside from the lion who was still lying lazily on the ground and watching that new intruder with bad intention. To Marcel, Samson was more of a companion and guide than a pet.
If there was anything Marcel loved so much, that was his sleep and the chihuahua had disrupted that. So without thinking, he grabbed the chihuahua off his bed and hurled him to the ground, and tucked himself in, going back to sleep.
At the sight of the chihuahua, a malevolent glint flashed in Samson's eyes and he ran his long, rough tongue across its mouth. The little chihuahua didn't need a prophet to tell him that its life was in danger and he jumped at once at the duvet but it was slippery and he couldn't get a firm hold. So it began to bark fiercely and in dog language, begged Marcel for help.
Marcel sighed as he heard the constant barking, what he had put himself into? He had no choice but to reach out, grabbing onto the scared chihuahua all to Samson's dissatisfaction and bringing it back to the bed.
The instant the chihuahua found itself on the bed once again, he walked over to Marcel's and laid next to him such that their sides were touching.
At that action, Marcel didn't know whether to laugh. When he wished for someone on his bed, it was a human and a sexy woman at that, not a dog. Well, he would have to make do with this one.
The chihuahua must be a fast learner because it didn't bother him until Marcel had about an hour more of rest before he rose for the day.
The chihuahua was on his tail and Marcel couldn't take a step without the little creature by his side. Marcel knew he was scared of Samson and couldn't send the beast away because lions were territorial creatures and this has been his home since its birth. Unless Marcel commanded him, Samson was a boss of his own.
Marcel went into his large bathroom where he lathered the tub filled to the brim with water while the chihuahua stared.
"You do know if you were human, you'd be called a pervert for looking at me that way," Marcel said to the dog who barked in response.
"Yeah, I know I'm handsome," Marcel winked at him, running his wet hand through his blonde hair.
The chihuahua barked once more as if he understood him.
"And I must be going crazy," He added under his breath, "I'm now speaking to a dog of all things,"
Marcel took a mouthful of breath and ducked into the water with his eyes closed. He stayed there for about five minutes and while he was underwater, the dog kept barking as if he knew he was endangering his life.
But Marcel resurfaced with a gasp of life. This was something he did every day and wasn't scared of drowning. Each time he was underwater and close to death, he felt peaceful and at rest. But then, it wasn't time to rest forever so he had to surface each time.
Marcel finished the rest of his shower and came out only to realize a part of the chihuahua's fur was wet and it hit him, the dog has not been bathed yet.
He frowned at once, would he need to bathe that thing? No, there was no way on earth he was wasting his time bathing that burdensome creature. He would rather get rid of it than do that.
Three minutes later...
Marcel was seen lathering the shampoo into the fur coat of the chihuahua using his hands. Contrary to what he thought, the annoying creature wasn't standoffish nor anxious about getting bathed, making the whole work all easier.
If only his men could see the scene of Marcel bathing the chihuahua while following instructions from his phone, they would have probably laughed at him till their belly hurt and tears escaped from their eyes.
Marcel only cared about himself, In fact, he wasn't the one who washed Samson and had a special team for that. But then, Samson was as proud as Marcel and tended to make things difficult for the team except Marcel was beside him.
Once the Chihuahua was fresh and clean, Marcel took it out of the tub and wrapped him up in a dry towel. According to instructions from his phone, he gently rubbed the towel against its body to speed up the drying process.
So while Marcel blew dry his hair, there was a chihuahua by his side to attend to as well and all this while, Samson watched their interaction.
The big cat watched both of them with keen interest and felt threatened, not because the chihuahua was strong enough to beat him, but his position was slowly being taken over by that little pest. He had to show that little thing he was the boss here and the original family of his master. But then, this was not the right time; he had to be patient.
Marcel was in the process of wearing the last of his clothes when a knock came on his door.
"Come in," He ordered, closing up the rest of his button when Macy walked into his room.
At her appearance, Samson raised his head only to lazily lay down upon noticing that she wasn't a threat to his master.
"What is it?" Marcel asked, carrying the chihuahua he had taken a sudden liking into his arms.
Macy announced, "I've found the clinic that treated Elijah that night,"
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