Taken By The Mafia Lord

Victor was faster, more like, he was lucky because he dodged at the last minute and the paddle missed him by just mere inches and even Mimi had to duck instantly to avoid being a casualty loss.

This was insane.

"Momma!" Victor looked at Carmine with wide eyes as if he couldn't believe that she wanted to end his life with that paddle. But to Mimi, she realized at that moment who Victor had inherited his fair share of craziness from.

Carmine brushed the hair from her face with a huff, "Our family treats a male child special, but I'll rather stick to your sisters, so God help me as I end your life!"

She raised the paddle once again and lunged at her son. Victor shrieked immediately and tried to run away but his mother was surprisingly agile and blocked his way like a fucking ninja.

Well, that wasn't surprising, because even at her age, his Madre coraggiosa was stronger than the average man out there and unfortunately for Victor, he just landed on her bad side today.

Seeing that he had no other way to run, Victor immediately moved behind the bewildered Mimi and used her as a shield.

"You bastard! Do you know how much I suffered during your pregnancy?! And this is how you pay me, strenzo?!" The woman cursed loudly, getting in front of Mimi and looking for an opening to whack him.

Unfortunately, Victor mirrored her movements, and she couldn't hit him without hurting the girl as well. Mimi in question stood still at the spot, afraid that the paddle would land on her head if she made a careless move, so she began to pray inwardly. She still very much loved her life. What the hell was wrong with this family?

Carmine was feeling frustrated, no matter how fast she moved, her damn son was faster and would use the girl as a shield. Suddenly, an idea hit her and she wanted to know if that selfish bastard had changed over the months or if this was one of his flings again. She decided to test how much the girl meant to him. So she didn't target her son, but focused her weapon on the girl now.

Victor was toasted knowing that his mother wasn't going to let him go until she beat him to her satisfaction. He swore sometimes that the woman was a fucking masochist, she derived joy from his misery. Joking. But then, he had to take her to a therapist one of these days because she love punishing him.

However, this one was on him this time, his visit was long overdue. But you couldn't really blame him when anytime he went home, the old woman would nag him about growing up and being responsible.

Wasn't he responsible enough? Not to mention that her version of being responsible was settling down with one girl and starting a family. They would argue endlessly about it and he would have to remind her that Marcel was older than him and yet he wasn't married. But the woman would whine about fate and how it varied individually.

Heck, he was still in his twenties and the prime of his youth. Why would he waste that by settling with one girl when he could have a variety of them?

It was just sad that the idea didn't appeal to him in the past until now he was with Mimi and yes, he was supposed to introduce her to his Momma already, but he couldn't tell how Mimi would think about it. But now, his responsibility has caught up to him.

Victor knew he couldn't use the flustered Mimi as his shield forever and he was already feeling guilty for throwing her into the front line of the battle. He should be man enough to own up to his responsibility of getting his ass whacked, but no, he feared that crazy woman.

Nor was he getting whacked in front of Mimi - that would be embarrassing as hell - so his beautiful, great, wonderful, loving, and understanding girlfriend - he would kiss her ass at this point, not that he hasn't kissed it, but you get the point, right - should put up with him for a few more seconds as he figured out how to escape his scary mama.

But his plan was short-lived as he watched his crazy mother aim that paddle at Mimi and Victor reacted instinctively. He turned Mimi around, wrapping her tight in his arms so that the paddle landed on the back of his head, and by the love of God, that hurt like a bitch. However, at the same moment, Victor concocted a plan and after he was hit, he suddenly dropped to the ground, his acting flawless.

His mother shrieked and the sound of the paddle dropping to the ground as she let it go brought a satisfying smile to his lips, but Victor pushed the happiness away, he was supposed to be unconscious. But there was a slight twitch in his brows when he heard Mimi's concerned voice and he cursed inwardly, he didn't mean to scare her. But he'd be damned if he dared to open his eyes. If his mama knew this was all an acting, she would personally send him to the grave this time. Fine, he would make it up to Mimi later by fucking her ass as she has been begging him.

"Mio figlio!" Victor heard his mother's panicking voice as she slapped his cheeks while speaking in their native tongue. Although they've established roots here, their parents never forgot to remind them about their ancestry.

"You're usually strong, son, brave enough to take my beatings, what's happening now?! Talk to me son, you know I can't lose you. How would I live in this world without my little sunshine?!" She cried out and Victor was almost tempted to snap out of his acting with a bust of laughter. His mother had sworn that she would take his life moments ago and now, she couldn't live without him.

Thankfully, before Victor could ruin his acting, he heard Marcel's voice, marking his arrival and he knew he was saved.

"Quick, Marcel, save your cousin!" She urged him and before Victor knew what was going on, Marcel pulled him off the ground. However, instead of his cousin throwing him over his shoulder and taking him out of here, Marcel carried him in his arms as if he was a fucking princess.

Victor opened an eye carefully and glared at him, "Bastard," he breathed through his nose.

But Marcel winked at him, "Sit back and enjoy the ride princess, your prince in shining has come to your rescue," He said to him smugly, pressing his face further till it was pressed against his chest.

Bastard.