Taken By The Mafia Lord

Mimi's idea was not the best but Victor let her be in the end after she successfully persuaded him. Hence, right now, Draco was buried in a shallow grave, with only his hands and face sticking out in the open; he was buried from his chest downward.

"I didn't know I would say this but you have an unconventional way of torture," Victor told her and Mimi didn't know whether to take that as a compliment.

However, a faint smile still crossed her features until he added, "Simple yet crude." And the smile vanished.

"If you were a bounty hunter and had a hit on me, I would be scared for my life."He said, without giving it much thought.

Victor kissed her on the cheeks without noticing her expression and went to take pictures of the half-buried fellow pleading for them not to leave him here.

However, Mimi remained on that spot, shell-shocked. When did she become this crude? She was once a simple girl who only wanted nothing but to live life to the fullest. She sometimes took risks but what was life without a little fun in it? All of her risks were within the legal boundary.

But, she never thought of going this far. She broke the law and even committed murder. Although that was self-defense - if you minus the kidnap charges - it still doesn't erase the fact she took a human life. And now, she was about to leave a helpless human stranded in the woods? The thought of what she was becoming scared her.

What if she doesn't want part of this anymore? Would they kill her? Her poor parents? To make sure their secret never comes to the limelight? What about Arianna? Was she willing to cut ties with her to go live far away from all of this? Mimi was very confused about her decision.

"Victor, you can't do this," Draco begged him, trying to reach for him but it only felt like heavy bags of cement were placed on him, he couldn't move much.

Victor crouched down in front of him. He was close yet far away from being touched, teasing him, "Once we leave, you can try digging yourself out. But I have to warn you, there are rumors that dangerous animals roam this wood at night. So tick-tock, it's you against the clock."

He announced with nothing but pure sadistic ecstasy. It was obvious that Victor was enjoying every bit of his misery and that made Draco tremble.

"However," Victor said, pulling a gun from his pocket, "Don't say I don't have the love of God in me, which is why I'm leaving you with a source of defense."

He warned him, "There's just one bullet left in the chamber, if I were you, I would use it wisely," and with that, he rose to his feet.

Mimi felt conflicted when she saw Victor coming towards her. She still had that raging thought in her head until she saw him hand that gun over to Draco - he was giving him a chance of survival. It was a surprising move. Maybe, he wasn't so bad after all.

However, that thought didn't last for long because out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Draco aim the same gun at him and she shouted, "Victor, look out!"

But it was too late, as soon as Victor turned around, the bullet pierced through his chest and Mimi released an ear-piercing scream she didn't know she was capable of until now.

Mimi couldn't tell which one was harder, watching that bullet hit him or the moment he fell to the ground. There seems to be only one bullet left because the gun made an empty click when Draco pulled the trigger again. He then looked at Mimi and smirked.

She knew that look - the look of pure evil. If he was going down tonight, he needed to drag Victor with him. Anger like no other filled Mimi but as much as she would "love" to unleash her fury on Draco right now, Victor was more important.

"Oh my God, Victor!" Mimi was by his side, cradling her head in her lap. She was panicky and didn't know what to do.

"Please wake up, Victor. I don't know what to do. Shit, what am I going to tell Marcel? Oh my God, this is all my fault. If you hadn't gone after that asshole, you wouldn't be in this condition."

Mimi was still mumbling when he groaned, "God, that hurts like hell. Your voice is quite loud, I thought the angels were playing the trumpet."

"What the...." Mimi was dumbfounded when Victor, who she thought was unconscious, sat up and turned to face her.

He wiped her tears with his thumb, saying, "Don't cry, that asshole doesn't deserve a single drop of your tears."

"H-how...?" Mimi couldn't believe what she was seeing. She was sure that Victor was shot yet now she looked down, there was no trace of blood.

"Kevlar," He showed her a hint of the vest he was wearing beneath and relief passed through her.

"Oh Thank God," She said, leaning her forehead against his.

Victor smirked at the cute moment between them, however, he said dramatically, "Although I still feel a bit of soreness in my chest. I think I need a little kiss to feel better."

Mimi huffed at his shamelessness, however, she was too happy to care so she just obliged him. She leaned down and took his lips in a sweet kiss.

When did she begin to care about Victor this much? She had no genuine feelings for him, but one thing was for sure, she can't watch him die. He was her friend. Friends don't watch each other die.

Surprisingly, Victor was the first to pull out of the kiss. He said to her, a little breathless, "We would continue from where we stopped later. For now…"

Oh, there was a later. Her toes couldn't help but clench together in anticipation and nervousness. What was going on with her?