Taken By The Mafia Lord

There was no word spoken as Charlie and Mimi stared at each other, observing their stance like opponents on a battlefield waiting for who would make the first move.

"I should have known," Charlie sighed, breaking the silence, "There was something weird about you and I was a fool not to have noticed it,"

"Yes, you were quite the fool," Mimi affirmed, quite proud of herself. She successfully kidnapped a gangster - yeah! Her parents would be so proud of her.

He leaned exhaustively against the seat knowing he was defeated, "So tell me who sent you?"

"Huh?" Mimi was surprised by the question.

"Was it Hank? I know I owe the old bastard some money but seriously sending someone to take me out, and a woman of all things? It's pretty low of him. Don't you think so?" he asked her.

Mimi frowned, does he consider a low being? She said with her lips drawn into a tight line, "No, I don't think so and no one sent me, I'm all on my own,"

"Wait a minute," Charlie's brows knitted together, finding it hard to believe her until understanding dawned on him, "You're on a solo mission or not...." His smile grew - a lascivious one, "I didn't know you were into this, baby girl?"

His grin grew as he opened his legs enough to make a statement, "So what are you going to do about this?" He pointed at his member that was beginning to form a tent in his pants.

"What?" Mimi was confused, until it hit that he thought they were into some kinky role play. She cringed, then strode over to him to land a punch on his face, screaming, "Nothing! So get your mind off the gutter!"

She then slightly winced, that punch hurt like hell. Nobody told her interrogations were this difficult - the movies made it look so easy.

"Ouch," Charlie said, his head snapping to the side from the impact. However, he turned it to her saying with deep observation, "You strike quite well, however, your skills are rustic which could only mean that you've been out of the game for a while or this is your first time," He smirked, "I'll choose the latter. Do you even know what you're doing?"

"Well, I don't and that makes me more lethal. Don't you think so?" Mimi smirked devilishly, picking the gun she stole, no, took from him.

Charlie's jaw flexed, he was beginning to understand a tad bit the situation he was in.

"What do you want?" He almost hissed out.

Mimi's eyes brightened as if they were finally talking business, "Information on a girl named Arianna,"

"There are many Arianna's out there," was his excuse.

"Oh, you would know this one... " Mimi smiled coldly, "Considering her uncle owned your gang debt and you guys decided the best way to get payment was to buy her. Like literally bought her!" Remembering that pissed her off.

"I still don't…." He frowned as the dots connected in his head, "You mean Boss wife?"

"W-what?" Mimi's face fell, "What do you mean by Boss wife?"

Charlie snorted as if he was enjoying this show knowing she strives for the information and he was the one holding the book of knowledge here.

"Simple as short, if that woman is truly your friend, then congratulations, you're invited to a wedding party this weekend. Sorry though, I don't have the invitation with me," He poked fun at her misery.

"This is not funny!" Mimi yelled in anguish, hitting him on the face with the butt of her gun. How dare he catch fun with Arianna's future? It was sickening.

"Damn it, woman," Charlie groaned, wincing in pain at the sudden bump that appeared at the corner of his eyes, "You are so violent. I pity for the man that marries you in the future,"

"Well, I'm more than thankful that that man won't be you," Mimi said sternly before she commanded him, "You would help me make communications with my friend,"

And Charlie laughably looked at her, "And why would I do that?"

She hit him once again.

He groaned.

"Because just as you said, my skill is rusty and my hands are quite unstable," Mimi hinted at killing him and calling it a mistake.

This time, Charlie's eyes flashed and his jaw tightened until he felt the muscles tick. He was running out of patience.

"Fine, I'll help you," He conceded easily to Mimi's surprise.

"Really?" Mimi still looked him over in suspicion.

"Isn't that what you want and the key for my freedom?" He snarled at her.

"Well, you're right," Mimi finally saw sense in his words, however, some things didn't add up, so she asked, "And how exactly am I going to speak to my friend?" she suddenly had a bad feeling about this.

"Phones of course, unless you're asking for death by coming into our territory," Said Charlie gleefully.

"No, no way," Mimi's stance became rigid and she lifted the gun at him, "You think I'm a fool? You're going to call your fellow members on me,"

"You would be the one holding the phone, why would I do that when you have a gun to my head?" he claimed.

"Not if you speak in some code or something?" Mimi said, having watched enough spy movies to know they always had a secret code or something for when they're in trouble.

Charlie sighed exhaustedly, "Listen here, you're the one with the power," He made a shame of struggling to show he was powerless, "You end the call when you feel something's off. But then, I'm not the one desperate to hear from a friend," He was enjoying this.

"Fine," Mimi gave in, gritting her teeth, "Where's the phone?"

Charlie shrugged with pulsed lips, "I'm not the one who emptied my pocket," she took everything on him.

Mimi sighed and then turned as her gaze searched for the bag where she had dumped her equipment and the rest of his properties that she hadn't felt useful, as of then.

She found it at the corner.

Unknown to Mimi as she squatted down to go through the contents of the bag and find the phone she had dumped carelessly, she didn't know that this was all a distraction. Charlie had found a way to undo the knot she poorly tied him and was on his feet in no time.

He picked and stretched the rope in his hand with malicious intent, slithering over to her like a lithe cat without making a single noise so she didn't notice him. And it was the moment he came up behind her that Mimi finally sensed him and turned with eyes wide in shock.

Charlie smiled sadistically and was about to gird her throat with the rope to choke her to death when a shot rang out and he didn't feel death until he was dead.

"She was too slow," was the thought in Mimi's head as she found herself unable to react in time. She just stood still like a moron with her eyes closed waiting for her end until she heard a loud bang and liquid splashed across her face.

At first, Mimi thought her gun went off accidentally but it was lying idle on the floor. Then her eyes opened just as Charlie's body fell to her surprise, only to reveal Victor standing behind him in his crazy glory, a gun in his hand still emitting smoke that he blew away dramatically.

Oh boy.

His gaze then rested on her, his gray curious eyes taking her appearance in and he whistled low in his throat,

"Damn, love, you look good,"

Was he kidding her?