Taken By The Mafia Lord

"Morning dad," Mimi greeted her father who was already seated at the dining table before her.

"Morning my beautiful daughter," the man said with a bright expression, lowering the newspaper he had been reading to get a glimpse of his daughter.

It was quite obvious that Mimi took after the father with her blonde hair and honey eyes. The only thing she inherited from her mother was her great temper.

And speaking of her mother, the woman arrived with a frown.

"I told you no reading of papers at the dining," The woman set the bowl of food at the table before snatching the papers from her husband who grumbled.

Mimi laughed at the little morning drama, her parents were the best couple she had ever seen out there.

Since she was young, Mimi had never seen her father raise a finger on her mother, and even when they had quarrels, they settled it in their privacy and out of earshot. Her family was a peaceful one.

The love between them was so obvious that oftentimes Arianna had told her he envied her. Her friend Arianna had only grown up with her father before he died, hence she couldn't understand the love between parents. Even her uncle and his wife were not an example of a loving couple.

As an only child, Mimi's parents treasured and treated her as if she was fragile. That was the reason Mimi had not moved out to live alone as a grown-up. They loved her too much.

Honestly, their overprotectiveness can be quite annoying at times which was why Mimi broke out of the bondage at all cost - she doesn't have to inform them of her every move anymore. But that doesn't mean she wasn't still obedient to their orders.

Compared to her father, her mother was stricter and her words were most times the final verdict in the house. Sometimes Mimi couldn't help but wonder how her father was able to live under her. But things worked out between them nonetheless.

Each time Mimi stared at them, she knew that was the kind of future she wanted as well. She would fall in love with a guy that treasures her and would even go to the end of the world for her.

They would have ten children - yeah, that was her plan. As an only child, Mimi understood how lonely it could be. That was even the more reason she and Arianna stuck together like glue; they understood what it felt to be lonely. She would give birth to so many children till her eggs were finished.

After her parents were done with their childish banters, they all settled down and were eating breakfast when her father noticed.

"You're not rushing,"

"Huh?" Mimi was confused.

"Usually, you are always in a hurry to eat so you don't make it late to work," Her father reminded her.

"Oh," Mimi said, "About that, I changed jobs already,"

"You did?" Her mother was now interested and Mimi gulped down saliva. She was the reason why Mimi had not disclosed the news in the first place. Let's just say in this house, there was no room for secrets.

"Yes, I did. A week ago? I think?"

"A week?!" Both mother and father shouted, "And you didn't care to inform us?"

"It's not that big of a job. I'm still a barista, just in a different setting," she explained to her best.

"In a different setting such as.....?" her mother's brows were raised which was equivalent to 'we need more information, honey'.

Mimi groaned inwardly, "I work privately this time. My employer bought me off from my former boss and unlike the other job, I have more free time on my hands to do what I want," she explained.

But her father groaned, "Instead of wasting time like this, why not come to my -"

"Daddy," Mimi cut him off before the end of his sentence.

Mimi was from a middle-class family and while her father had a small factory she could manage, she preferred to live carefreely. So unlike Arianna who had to work in the coffee shop because she needed the money, Mimi did it because it was enjoyable and interesting.

"A-hem," the man intentionally cleared his throat and looked away having noticed the sudden change in the atmosphere.

The last time they had this kind of conversation, Mimi left the house for nearly a month and he didn't want a repeat of that. He nearly missed his daughter to death during that period.

"So what's your new working place like?" her mother inquired.

"I wouldn't really call it a working place, I would say he just hired my services,"

"He?" her mother only heard that word.

Here we go, Mimi rolled her eyes towards heaven. She was not ready for this conversation.

"Mom, he's off-limits. Moreover, we don't even meet that much since I'm still under training," she tried to clear the misunderstanding only to pique her father's interest.

"Training?" the man had a suspicious look.

"My new boss has a special way of taking his coffee and I have to master the skill of making it without mistake. But then, his cousin is helping me with that," she tried to put Victor in a positive light as much as she wanted to badmouth him. But Mimi might as well quit her job if her parents dares to hear what transpired between her and Victor.

"His cousin?" her mother's eyes brightened, "You mean the same boss has a cousin?"

"He's my teacher," Mimi said innocently.

"Why is he your teacher? Why can't your boss hire his cousin if he loves his coffee so much? Why you?" her father asked.

"Is the cousin more handsome than your boss? No, are they both unmarried?" her mother was madly curious.

And just like that, Mimi found herself bombarded by questions from both of her parents at the same time.

"I'm uncomfortable with your new job"

"Between your boss and his cousin, who do you feel more comfortable with?"

"What does your boss do for a living?"

"Is your boss an only child?"

And Mimi wasn't able to take it in anymore.

"Mom! Dad! Stop it!" She screamed at them.

"That startled me!" Her mother exclaimed, hand on her chest.

"I get a new job, you both should be congratulating me not killing me with questions," She cried out.

"Congratulations!" Her parents shouted, faking their enthusiasm when all they needed was answers to their questions.

Mimi simply sighed, at this rate, she would get married before the end of the year.