Taken By The Mafia Lord

Chapter 199

199 Dumping Victor

Mimi could bear a grudge, Victor found out the hard way on his way out of there.

“Mimi!” He called out but she ignored him, walking over to where their car was parked while he followed after her to the best of his ability.

Now, the excitement was gone, his body ached like hell and he realized how much he needed to settle down. A couple of painkillers and a much-needed sleep would help him recover greatly.

“Please, just listen to – aww!” Victor tripped over his own feet in the process of trying to catch up to her and fell face-first on the sand.

Damn, when did he become clumsy?

But that fall touched Mimi because she turned and came to his aid at once.

“Can you stand?” She asked, and helped pull him up.

“I’m not a p*ssy,” He scowled at her out of embarrassment yet leaned slightly on her, letting her take some of his weight.

Even when he was on his feet, Mimi didn’t let him walk all by himself, supporting him to the car – the driver still in his position. Draco’s underling had threatened the shit out of him that he didn’t dare to take a step out of the car after the warning.

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“So I shout all this while and you ignore me but the moment I fall, you finally talk to me?” Victor intentionally teased her.

Mimi glared up at him, “You seem to be fine,” She pushed him away and Victor stumbled to the side with laughter, leaning against the car.

“You are so cute when you’re angry,” He laughed harder.

“I guess it’s funny to you toying around with people’s feelings?” Mimi spat at him with venom.

His laughter ceased, his expression becoming serious having realized he might have inadvertently hurt her in the process of having fun.

“I’m serious,” Victor apologized sincerely, “I didn’t mean to hurt -”

“Save it for whoever needs it,” Mimi cut him off and brusquely entered the car leaving the door open – if he wanted to come in as well. She didn’t exactly care.

After a minute of staying outside, clueless on how to coax her, Victor entered the backseat with her to the driver’s happiness. The man couldn’t wait to drive them to their respective homes and be done with them; he was quitting immediately.

Not less than a minute after he settled down, Mimi alerted the driver, “Please drive him to the base first and we can return to my place afterward,”

She knew people like them don’t get treated at the hospital so she’d dump him at the base where he likely had a line of professional doctors ready to treat his wounds.

“No,” Victor objected right away, wiping his face with his palm, “I can’t return looking like this, Marcel would know what’s up immediately and I can’t let that happen. This is my mess with Draco, not his,” He complained.

Contrary to his expectation, Mimi was not touched by his words, rather she wrapped her hand across her chest asking sarcastically, “Where should I dump you then?”

Victor looked sharply at her, an unknown emotion crossing his eyes. However, it flickered away and he said softly, “You know the only place in the world I can be truly alone,” He hinted at his secret abode.

“Suit yourself then,” Mimi retorted, looking out the other way through the window and trying not to think of the memories from that place. Or the fact she was the only woman going there for the second time.

Well, f*ck, what was she thinking? Mimi knew there was no way she was stepping into that house the second time, she’d just drop him there and be on her way.

An awkward silence fell on them after that short conversation. The tension between the both of them was so thick that a knife could cut through it and Victor was uncomfortable with it. This was the first time Mimi was intentionally being mean to him and he hated it. He liked her cheerful self better – it perfectly complemented his.

Victor was thinking of ways to cheer her up without hurting her feelings only for his phone to ring and seeing the caller dampened his mood.

Marcel.

He must be back – and hopefully doesn’t know of this.

“Where are you?” was the first question the annoying hulk of a cousin thundered as soon as he answered.

“Having fun,” Victor replied. That was the only legitimate excuse Marcel would believe.

“I don’t hear any music,” Of course, his ever-observant cousin knew his definition of having fun was partying. Sometimes, Victor wondered who was more annoying, Marcel or his mother.

“This is another version of fun,” He said.

“Who are you with?”

At that question, Victor’s brows furrowed and he looked around the car trying to see if there was any hidden camera in place, and in the process, caught Mimi staring at him.

Of course, he felt her eyes on him since the call began but he didn’t react. As expected, she looked away as soon as he caught her staring and Victor had to admit, her reaction was quite cute.

Victor would have teased her if he wasn’t on a call with Marcel, “Are you following me?” He checked the window for any car trailing them secretly.

“Would I be calling if I had a clue where you are,” Marcel retorted, “Even if I did know, why would I bother worrying about you when you’re probably buried and stretching a woman’s tight cunt right now, huh? Tell me I’m wrong,”

Victor was thankful he didn’t have the call on speaker else Mimi would be scared out of her wits now. Marcel was no gentleman, he was blunt and foul-mouthed. What was he going to do with this cousin of his?

This time, Victor lowered his voice,” Well, I’m doing no such thing and you can rest assured I’m fine. So just go away.”

Victor wanted to end the call badly but hanging up on Marcel when he wasn’t done was as good as asking for trouble. If Marcel tracked him down, he might stumble upon what happened tonight, so he had to entertain him until he was done.

“I highly doubt that but since I don’t hear the bitch’s moan, you’re probably telling the truth. Is that why you’re whispering? It must be that good,”

Victor rolled his eyes, Marcel probably doesn’t know the words, “too much information”.

To his annoyance, Marcel went on, “Guess, I’m not seeing you tonight – wait a minute, did Mimi come here?”

Victor readjusted in his seat at once, how did he....? Was he....?