Taken By The Mafia Lord

Chapter 112

112 The Caring Young Man

“I’m home!” Was the first word Mimi muttered to her mother the instant the door was opened.

Mimi noticed every single detail; the way her mother’s gaze moved to rest on the figure beside her and when it widened in joy. Mimi didn’t need to guess what she was thinking. The matchmaker side of her has been awoken. In full.

“And this is my boss,” Mimi had no choice but to explain when her mother wouldn’t stop gawking at him. He wasn’t even that handsome.

Mimi turned to Victor, “This is my mother, teacher, and mom, this is my teacher,” She intentionally omitted his name.

Mimi wanted this encounter to be as short and formal as possible. Neither does she want her mother to form any close ties with Victor. He’s in the gang for christ’s sake.

“Hi, Mimi’s beautiful mother, I’m Victor,” He said so smoothly while taking her mother’s hand and pressed a kiss to it that made Mimi’s jaw almost drop to the ground.

No, no, no, her mother can’t fall for his charms!

“Oh, my,” Her mother giggled, obviously pleased by his gesture, “I’m Mimi’s mother but you can call me Hannah,” She told him in between a giggle.

Oh boy, this was not happening.

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Mimi knew that if her mother let you call her by her name, that meant she liked you. And that pissed her.

Why can’t this woman see beyond Victor’s charming exterior?! Weren’t mothers with the extraordinary ability to discern the good boys from the bad ones? What’s wrong with her momma?

“Thank you, Hannah,” Victor reciprocates the gesture with a bright smile that could even shame the sun. Suddenly, Mimi felt like the third party here so she broke the spell immediately.

“Mom, my teacher Victor just wanted to thank you for the meal you made him,” She moved to the purpose of their coming here.

“Oh,” Hannah was reminded that her errand was successful, “You really enjoyed it?” her gaze was hopeful.

“Of course, I enjoyed the food so immensely that I couldn’t contain myself and had to come in person to thank you,” Victor said enthusiastically.

Such a sweet talker, Mimi was already making mental faces at him. He fooled her mother so perfectly.

Honestly, Mimi didn’t blame her mother much. Victor would have been able to fool her as well if she didn’t know him on a personal basis. He was a good pretender.

“However,” Victor went on, “If I had known from the beginning you were the one who prepared the meal, I wouldn’t have eaten,”

“Huh?”

Mimi noticed the way her mother’s face fell and she turned to Victor with a warning look. What the hell was he doing?

“I mean, a beautiful woman like you shouldn’t be allowed into the kitchen. What if you hurt yourself preparing food for a commoner like me?” He flattered her.

“Seriously, come on,” Mimi watched as her mother cupped her mouth in the middle of laughing. She wondered if they still knew they were standing in the doorway and she’s existing?

However, her eyes widened when she saw her mother hit Victor on the shoulder playfully and said, “Don’t say that! You’re not a commoner. You’re so funny!” She laughed once more.

This had to stop now!

But before Mimi could make a move, Victor suggested, “So why don’t you leave the cooking for your lovely daughter, Mimi, I’m sure she inherited your cooking prowess, isn’t it?”

It took a minute for Mimi to realize that question was for her and when she did, the girl said confidently, “Of course!”

Although Mimi looked cool, the moment she turned towards Victor, her face was so grave and hostile, unlike Victor’s teasing ones. He knew what he was doing!

Why would she make him food? Was she his mother? Sister? girlfriend? Maid? Cook? She would be crazy to try that.

“You’re right, my daughter is a great cook, however, her skills cannot be compared to a mother’s taste,” Hannah was insistent.

“No, I insist,” Victor said, “I won’t be able to eat your food knowing I suffered an elderly woman. You see I respect mothers the most,” Victor proclaimed, hands on his chest like a righteous preacher.

“And you make it sound like you’re entitled to our food every day,” Mimi mumbled with the corner of her mouth. But they heard it perfectly.

“Mimi!” Hannah chided her daughter playfully, “Don’t mind her, she’s stressed up from work and where are my manners, you should come in,” her mother finally remembered.

Mimi was about to reject the offer but Victor was faster.

“No,” he opposed the idea to her surprise and relief. Mimi thought Victor was determined to make her life as miserable as possible.

“Huh? Why?”

“I didn’t bring anything on my way to thank you for the meal because I wanted to get your daughter home safely. I can’t impose again,” He said.

“No problem, Son, I don’t care about the gifts. I prepared the meal from my heart, so don’t mind that and come in for tea -”

“Mom,” Mimi stepped in, “He’s a busy man and has things to attend to,” she said, pretending not to have heard the word, “Son. ”

“Is that so?” She directed that question to Victor.

“Yes, Hannah,” Victor said and Mimi released the breath she didn’t know she had been holding in. The asshole decided to be useful for once.

“In that case, it can’t be helped then,” Her mother finally gave up, her mood dampened. But her eyes lit up out of nowhere and Mimi knew that was not a good sign.

“Why don’t you escort him to his car, then, Mimi?” Her mother was up to her tricks once again.

“No, that’s okay,” Victor said immediately like a gentleman – that he wasn’t -, “Mimi needs rest. It was a tough day at work today.”

Indeed, it was tough today.

“You’re such a caring young man,” Her mother swooned.

A caring young man, her ass! Mimi wondered what her mother would do if she knew the young man she was swooning over had a gun with me.

Victor turned to her with his signature move, “I’ll see you at work tomorrow then, Mimi. We have a lot to work on,”

Of course, they had a lot to work on, like the reason they had Arianna and the reason Marcel had her -Mimi- work for him. Of course, after what happened, she was not stupid to think that all of it was a mere mistake. Something was going on here.

Until Victor’s car left their lawn, her mother kept waving at him. And as soon as the atmosphere was calm, Mama Hannah turned to her with her signature gossipy expression.

God, she can’t do this, Mimi cried out.