742 Iâm The Villain, Princess
It wasnât until they got outside that Arianna finally understood what Marcel was talking about. She had not been observant of her surroundings, unlike Marcel who captured both men that had been watching them the entire time in the restaurant.
They looked away as soon as their gaze connected with him but Marcel was quick-witted and knew that it was people from the Draven family. The fact that none of the brothers came to bother them last night was a blessing in itself, but it was obvious their hospitality has come to an end and they wanted Arianna back.
The both of them immediately left with Marcel dragging her along and got to where his car was packed.
âGet in,â he ushered her inside the driverâs side of the seat.
âMarcel?â Arianna wondered what he was doing even as she sat down obediently. She was slightly worried about him knowing that this was about to end in a confrontation.
However, Marcel didnât answer her and leaned against the body of the car protectively as he waited for Ericâs people to arrive. And they didnât fail his expectation, because the men located them in a jiffy.
They came to stand in front of him imposingly, but Marcel was not intimidated by their numbers or appearance. If anything, Marcel looked relaxed as if they werenât worth his attention and he could take on the both
of them at the same time.
One of them stepped out to say to Marcel, âYour time together is over, we need the girl back.â
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âIâm taking her home myself as you can see,â Marcel gestured at the fact that she was seated comfortably in his car, âSo tell me, do you have any problem with that?â
They looked at Arianna who stared back at them, her heart in her throat. She could sense the tension brewing in the air and didnât like it one bit. She would not let them be if they dared lay a hand on Marcel â even though he was capable of protecting himself.
âIâm sorry but the bossâs order was for us to take her home.â said the second person.
âIâm sorry, but correct me if Iâm mistaken, isnât home our destination? So whatâs the big deal if I take her back and not you guys? In the end, you still did your job.â Marcel wanted to come to terms with them. Unfortunately, the idiots wanted to cause trouble.
The first man came closer till he was looking Marcel in the eyes, saying,
âIâm sorry but an order is an order.â
He then gestured to his partner to go get Arianna from the car. However, the said partner barely made a move when Marcel announced coldly,
âTry making a step and letâs see if you would still walk with both feet afterward.â
The man in question halted his steps at once and looked between his partner and Marcel, unsure whose orders to follow. It was like being stuck between the devil and the blue sea.
âGet the girl!â
He was ordered by his partner once again, and though Marcel didnât say a word, the hardened look on his gaze was enough words. And once again, the man remained at that spot anxious and unsure. He already knew of Marcel and his crazy father and had a feeling that he was not joking about breaking his legs. Not to mention, the tension in the air added to his anxiety and he couldnât do a thing.
âFine, since you wonât do it, Iâll do the job myself, coward!â His strict partner said and made a move.
Marcel reacted at the same time.
But then, someone beat him to it.
None of them saw the flying shoe until it hit the bastard right in the face and drew blood. Only then, they all turned in that direction to see a furious Arianna glaring down at the Dravenâs men in particular. Arianna was standing outside the car and had thrown her heel at the asshole the instant he wanted to cause trouble.
âAre you dumb or what?! He already says he driving me home? So whatâs your problem?! Why canât you guys settle your problems for once without initiating violence?!â Arianna shouted at them.
But then she was not through with giving them a piece of her mind because Arianna walked over to them, with no shoes on one foot and Marcel noticed that. She came over to the man who was bleeding from the nose where the shoe hit him and said to him,
âWhich of the brothers sent you? Didnât they educate you on how to respect your elders?â Although Marcel was not older than the man in question he was higher up the hierarchy and deserved to be treated with caution.
Arianna continued, âMoreover, do I look like a child? I am an adult with opinions and I chose to go with Marcel. If you have a problem with that, take it up with my family, and letâs see who would be supported in the end?â
She poked him in the chest, saying,
âSo this is what we are going to do. Iâm getting into his car and Marcel would drive me home while you both trail behind and make sure we are protected. Do I make myself care?â
Both men hesitated at first but when Arianna arched her brow at them pointedly, they gave in at once.
âGood,â Arianna said, a victorious smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. She was usually not this vicious but their world was different from others and to be respected here, she had to toughen up. It was time for her authority to be respected in this family; she was not weak.
Satisfied with the result, Arianna turned to Marcel, hoping that he was moved by her performance only for him to carry her off her feet and drew a squeal from her mouth.
âMarcel!â
Arianna was slightly startled because she had not seen that coming.
He snorted with a bit of humor in his tone, âWhat do you think you are, Cinderella? How can you lose your heel that easily?â
âAnd what are you?â Arianna retorted, âMy prince in shining armor?â
âI think we both can agree youâre no princess in distress when you just stood for yourself.â He added, âAlso, Iâm more of a villain, princess.â Marcel winked at her.
While she burst into laughter, Marcel carried her over to her seat once again. He didnât want her walking bare feet again.
He then returned to the spot where the shoe lay on the floor and commanded the man, âPick it up.â
Marcel saw the indignation in the manâs eyes at being treated this way, sadly, he didnât exactly care. He reluctantly picked up the shoe and handed it to him with a sour face.
âThank you.â Marcel grinned at him knowingly before he turned to go take care of his ladies. Others be damned.