Taken By The Mafia Lord

When Mimi reached home in her angry glory, the first thing she did was to yank the white tulips the asshole got her, from the vase and tossed it into the bin, stomping it till the steam broke and they fitted into the bin perfectly.

Good, that was where it belonged.

So much for the flower that represented forgiveness and peace! He fooled her! Draco completely made a fool of her! She still hadn't gotten over it! She wanted to murder someone. No, she wanted to murder him to be precise.

Thankfully, her parents weren't home so her amazing but annoying mother wasn't here to question why she was raging like a bull. So she could blow off some steam. But how?

Maybe sprint across the street? The exercise doesn't sound so bad. At this moment, Mimi needed a distraction and something to get her heart pumping. But first, she had to get out of this dress! Mimi had already sworn to get rid of the clothes - she would never forget this miserable date anytime she sees it.

Hence, the moment she entered the room, the last person she expected to see was...

"Victor...." Mimi called his name gruffly not because she hated his ass but because she was not in the best mood right now, "What are you doing here? Or don't you think trespassing is a real crime? There's a reason why there are doors in homes?"

Before Victor could answer at least one of the questions, she added with fire in her eyes, "And if you are here to gloat at my misery or remind me that you told me so? I swear to God, you better leave me alone because my reaction wouldn't be welcoming!" She rushed the words in between breaths.

Victor didn't say a word after her outburst, he just stood still, watching and observing her till her heaving breath evened out and tension left her body a bit.

"How are you doing?" Victor asked, and Mimi looked at him as if he developed two heads.

Was that really what he wanted to know? Mimi did not doubt that he had people keeping an eye on her and must have reported what happened to him already? She could see the concern in his eyes.

"I'm fine," Mimi replied quickly and turned to go change, Victor would leave when he wanted to. She has come to learn you don't force him to do what he doesn't like.

However, she didn't even take a step forward when he grabbed her and whirled her towards him, her body pressing against his chest.

Mimi looked up, swallowing down a lump when their eyes met, and was unable to read the undecipherable look in his eyes and for some reason, it scared her. Mimi liked it better when Victor was an open book, that way she could tell what was going on in that crazy mind of his.

She tried to pull away, feeling uncomfortable with this sudden closeness, "What are you -"

And his mouth closed down on her and she forgot how to breathe. Mimi stiffened, her back going rod straight while her hands fell uselessly by her sides. What was going on? Was Victor kissing her?

Oh no, she can't give in easily! She just made a promise to swear off men but here she was kissing one. Well, technically, he was the one kissing her. All the same, she had to stop him before it was too late.

"No," Mimi said, in between the kiss. Her hands then move to rest on his chest, trying to push him away all to no avail. Victor was busy ravaging her lips and she hated herself for loving it.

She tried to minimize damage by not giving him access to her mouth, but when he cupped her butt and rubbed her against his evident arousal, she moaned and that was all the invitation he needed to invade her mouth.

His tongue danced with hers and while she fought to defend against him, Victor strived to seduce her. And yes, she was losing the battle.

But then, they weren't immortal and needed to breathe, so the moment Victor broke apart from the kiss, she landed a slap on his face. However, before the shock of the slap could even wear off, Mimi already grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and kissed him.

It was currently Victor's turn to be shocked because that was the least response he expected after he kissed her and she slapped him.

But then, he couldn't help it.

Victor didn't know how it started but all he knew was that he has been craving Mimi the past days like a drug and he almost went crazy when she went on a date with that asshole.

He had been tempted to sabotage their date, which was the real reason he denied himself the location of their date else he really crashed it. He left the responsibility to his men who brought back the good news, Draco had been messing around with Mimi.

He could have tracked Draco down but Victor knew with the amount of energy coursing through his veins, he would really kill him if he laid his hands on him. It is best to be on his own whenever he has this volatile energy - he tends to do unpredictable things.

So Victor looked for Mimi instead, trying to make sure she was okay. He wouldn't hurt her. Mimi does the opposite to him, calms him down actually.

That was what he wanted her to do, erase the images of billions of ways he could murder Draco right now. But instead, he saw hurting and decided to heal her the only way he knew how to do it best.

Unlike Mimi, Victor was quick to recover from the shock and was kissing her back with the same ferocity. Unlike the first kiss where she fought him, this one was passionate - and lustful.

Her hand curled around his shirt while the other dug into his hair, deepening the kiss. This was more than perfect. It was what she needed, a sweet and perfect distraction.

Guiding her backward, Mimi gasped slightly when her back hit the wall. He plastered her body against it while his knees wedged between her thighs, rubbing against her wet sex. At this rate, there was no way they were not doing it.

But then, weren't they friends?