Taken By The Mafia Lord

Mimi blinked for like one, two, three seconds, and the next, she was back to herself. Having learned from the earlier, she had become so accustomed to Victor's teasing that it no longer moved her that much.

She snorted, "Why would you like me? I'm not even that cool," She found his claim unreasonable.

At that comment, his expression changed, "Why would you think that? You're absolutely cool,"

Her brows raised, "Oh. I thought I only had a foul temper,"

"Well, you do have a foul temper," He acknowledged.

Mimi looked up at him, he stared back. And just like that, they both burst into laughter.

"Okay, fine," Mimi gave in, "What do you want to know?"

Victor pursed his lips, a dreamy look on his face as if he was thinking over it, "Just your childhood. How was it growing up? Did you fight a lot with that temper of yours?"

And Mimi chuckled at that question, "Of course, I did fight a lot in school. The thing is that certain idiots like to get a reaction out of people like me and I don't hesitate to give them what they asked for,"

Victor made a mock gesture of shivering, "I'm so scared,"

"Oh, don't be," She lifted his chin, examining his face for injuries she might have missed, "I don't fight unreasonably, but defend my loved ones,"

"Yeah," He gave her a cocky grin, "Isn't that why you beat Draco for me? I'm among the people you love as well?" Victor might have been joking but he was inquiring as to his position in her heart as well.

"Don't push your luck, buddy," Mimi intentionally avoided the question. She couldn't really answer because of her conflicting feelings and what he would make of it.

Victor was not one of her loved ones but she wouldn't let anything happen to him either, at least not on her watch. His family - precisely Marcel - dragged her into this life of crime but he saved her when she least expected it and for that, she was eternally grateful. But being on the list of her loved ones? That was a tricky, deep, and complicated question.

"Alright," Mimi leaned back, "I'm done with your treatment. Two adhesive plasters on your face, a little bruise here and there but you should be fine in the morning after taking some pain killers," she explained to him, packing up after picking out the pain killers.

Although there were a few bruises on his body where they kicked him, he would have to take care of that by himself. There was no way she was asking him to undress - she was staying away from temptation.

"You know, you're the worst caregiver I've ever seen," Victor said suddenly, causing her brows to draw together in confusion.

"What?" Mimi wondered. What did she do wrong now? Victor was a handful.

He gave her a mean moue, "You didn't kiss it better,"

For a moment, Mimi was stunned until, "Pfft!" She burst into loud laughter. She said to him, "What are you? Six?"

"That is not funny," He was serious.

"Victor, I am not your mother. If you need someone to kiss your injured ass better, contact her." Mimi told him, simple as that!

And she stood up, ready to leave him to sulk all he wanted - he was good at that - only for Victor to tug at her hand and because she had not been expecting that, fell on his body unceremoniously.

Mimi blinked, trying to digest what just happened only to scramble off him in the next minute. However, Victor wouldn't let her go so she only ended up leaning over him, her hands on his shoulders to anchor herself while she straddled him on her knees.

"W-what are you doing?" Mimi was flustered, wide-eyed like a deer in headlights.

But instead of the pervy grin she expected on his face, all she saw was his great, boyish, anticipatory look. God, Victor was killing her slowly; she was dead tired.

"Fine," She gave in and the joy she saw on his face was kind of fulfilling. That smile was enough to satisfy her for the rest of the day, no, night. So she readjusted her position, making it less intimate by straddling him on either side.

Mimi lowered her head and carefully, as Victor's mother would have done to him if she were here, she kissed his temple, directly on the bruise.

"There, you feel better now?"

"Umm," He responded, then pointed to the plaster on his cheek, "There too,"

Mimi rolled her eyes, yet still leaned down to kiss there, "Better?"

"Yeah, more than better. Here, don't be stingy," He indicated the other plaster, "It's impartial to kiss just one, give the other some love too,"

Mimi bent and kissed his other cheek and tried not to dwell on his strong masculine scent hitting her nostrils or how smooth his skin felt against her lips. To be honest, she was beginning to enjoy this a little too much.

As soon as she was done, the unsatisfied Victor pointed to another spot, but the troubling part was that it was quite close to his lips - which was why she avoided that spot in the first place. It was a tricky situation.

But even as the warning bells went off in her head, Mimi still leaned down and kissed there, her lips accidentally brushing across his and she froze. No, they both did.

Pulling back just a bit so they were looking into each other's eyes, Mimi wondered if he felt that as well because that was electricity coursing through her body.

The air around them became charged and it was getting increasingly hard to breathe, the sexual energy ramping further and further until it exploded.

No one knew who moved first because their lips were connected in the next seconds. Victor grabbed her around the waist and kissed her passionately on the lips. Mimi moaned because his strong body seemed to suck the air out of her lungs.