Taken By The Mafia Lord

She trusted Victor, right? Mimi was trying not to think about the fact that he was driving her to God knows where for the past hour.

Sneaking out of the house had not been a problem with her parents asleep. Yeah, normal people should be asleep by now and that only proved the fact that the man driving beside her right now was not normal.

"Are we still -"

"We are here," He said as if he knew what was on her mind.

Mimi looked out through the night, they were in some kind of woods but there was a cleared path which he drove through. But that didn't calm her, rather it made her uncomfortable.

What were they doing in the middle of the woods? Had she trusted Victor too much? What if he were here to end her life and no one would know because she didn't inform her parents before sneaking out!

Oh no, she can't think the worst yet, Mimi tried to calm herself. Victor can't possibly kill the girl he had the best orgasm giving sex with yesterday, right?

Then he stopped and that was when she saw it, there was a little bonfire in the middle with three men around it - one of them was on his knees, his back facing them.

She must have been stupid for thinking that Victor would harm her because he was by her side in a flash to help her out of the car. Then he took her hand, intertwining them together, and walked ahead.

Mimi looked at their intertwined fingers and shook her head. No, she can't think much about this. Victor was a very straightforward and open person, this possibly didn't mean anything to him. She shouldn't read too much into it.

It wasn't until they reached there that both men looking over the place bowed slightly to Victor and Mimi was able to release their hands, intending to look at the captive while wondering why Victor wanted her here in the first place. It was a bit of a mystery.

The bonfire lit the environment hence it came as a shock to Mimi when she looked at the captive tied with his hands backward only to receive the shock of her life.

"Oh my God," Mimi's hands flew to her mouth because kneeling in front of her was no other than Draco - battered and bruised.

Victor and his men must have beaten the daylight out of him because one of his eyes was so swollen it covered the entire eye and he could only see with one. He had busted lips and his cheeks were red and puffy. They had no mercy on him.

"Tell me, you like it." Mimi gasped slightly when Victor appeared suddenly, his chin resting on her neck. She tried to ignore the funny things his hot breath was doing to her body and instead to Draco who was staring at her wide-eyed now. It seems someone remembered her warning pretty well.

"It's wonderful," Mimi replied with a smile, "However, it would have been much better if his two eyes were unharmed so he could watch me clearly as I make him regret the day he was born," Mimi repeated the warning she had told him that day and saw him tremble in fear.

That was it. She was no saint and would keep to her word. He was just unlucky to have been caught barely a day after that incident; her anger was still fresh.

"Mimi, I'm so sorry," Draco began to plead with her, "I didn't mean to hurt you that way. No, I didn't mean to go that far. I must have lost my mind. Please spare me and I promise you that you would never lay your eyes on me, again. Please have mercy on me." He begged her desperately knowing that her presence here only spoke of more tortures for him.

"Sorry, " Victor interrupted their moment before she could have a change of mind, "But those are called crocodile tears," He said, leading her to a table by the side that had a lot of mess in it. Sadly, that mess was all weapons.

How the hell did they convey all this here? But that question was answered when she saw the truck parked at the side. Oh, Victor really did come prepared.

Mimi gulped slightly. How sure was she that she could go ahead with this? Most of all, would Victor be mad at her if she doesn't go through it? Mimi knew that she promised to deal with Draco but that had been promised in the heat of the moment and who knew Victor would fight her battle. Seeing those weapons made her realize that this was real.

"Those tears are the ones you release when you finally come to know that you messed up pretty bad," Victor said, lifting a leather whip and cracking it in the air a few times increasing the tension around them.

"Oh come on," Draco cried out, "We're friends here, Victor. Have you forgotten that?"

"Correction, dude," Victor said so coldly as if he had no relation with this man and this was the first time they ever met, "We were associates, not friends, and even when we had a feud, I respected that and took on the punishment until you crossed the line by touching her!"

Even Mimi who had been speechless for a while felt the drastic drop in temperature, not to talk of Draco who was at his mercy. However, Victor's mood changed in the next seconds when he was behind her, their body touching as he reached for a weapon.

"Ah, switchblade," He murmured over her shoulder, "I hear you love them." He picked it from the mess on the table, testing its weight and showing off a few moves that made her brows raise in awe. It seems there was more to Victor than she knew.

"You should take this one, its weight is comfortable and it's quite sharp unless you have other ideas."

And other ideas, Mimi did have. She just doesn't know if he was going to like it.