Taken By The Mafia Lord

193 Crying For A Man

“F*ck, what is going on here!” Hollered Mimi’s contractual driver who had driven Victor to the scene. He would have left already had Victor not commanded him to wait out with a promise of an attractive payment after this was over.

However, the man became antsy when he saw the tension in the air, especially when those men with batons came out of nowhere. He became uncomfortable, especially with the rumors of gang activities he’s heard were rampant around this area. He can’t die yet, he had his wife and children to take care of.

So when he saw the long-missing Mimi on the shoulder of that bald man coming in his direction, he pulled out his phone at once. Enough was enough.

With clammy hands, he successfully dialed the emergency code and it ranged for a few seconds before the personnel on duty picked up.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

However, before the man even got the opportunity to say a word, a leisure knock landed on his car window and he looked out with terror only to discover one of those gangsters looking down at him with a grin.

Where did he come from? It seems that one had been monitoring him for a while.

His heart skipped a beat at once while he unconsciously leaned back into his seat, his hand tightening on the seat belt around him.

“The phone?” The gangster said, stretching out his hand expectantly.

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Without a word, the driver handed the phone with shaky hands and the gangster snatched the phone from him. He then squeezed his eyes shut knowing that this was his end, but the man merely waved his baton at him warningly, “Don’t go, anyway”

And that was it.

“Huh?” He was surprised, “Just like that?” The driver was stunned.

Meanwhile, Mimi’s method worked effectively because she slapped the man’s head mercilessly leaving him with no choice but to let her down – that pain indeed touched his brains. Neither could he lay a hand on her because Draco strictly warned them not to and the reason why.

She used that opportunity to run back to the scene but her fears came true, the fight had already begun. It was like something out of an action movie, the protagonist fighting and defending himself against huge numbers of enemies.

After the previous incident, Mimi researched the position of consigliere in the gang and discovered he was merely an adviser to the boss hence she underestimated his ability.

She surmised Victor was probably only good with a gun, a skill he learned to protect himself in the least while all the actions were reserved for the boss, Marcel. So he’d be beaten to a pulp without his weapon.

But right now, she was proved wrong and Mimi had to admit, Victor looked really hot while fighting.

A-hem!

Where was that stupid thought come from? However, this was no time to quibble with her stupid mind, she needed to focus.

The difference in skill between Victor and those men was like heaven and earth, their numbers the only advantage they had on their side.

“Yes, come on, kick those asses!” Mimi became the spectator, cheering Victor on as he fought.

Victor was pushing the attacker in front of him when one of the attackers from behind, raised his baton to hit him on the neck and Mimi was quick to shout, “Victor, behind you!”

Thanks to that timely warning, Victor was able to dodge in time and while still holding the first man’s hands that he crossed in an X and pulled hard, he dodged the other attacker that swung the baton at him once again.

Victor, targeting his knee, kicked there strongly before swiftly snatching his baton with one hand and gave both men a beating and turning to face the other ones that charged at him.

“Yes!” Mimi pumped her fist in the air, excited that she was useful to Victor in the end – she would give him an earful after this was over. Even at that, Victor was quite cool.

Thanks to that, Mimi was so taken by Victor’s charisma that she forgot all about the bald man so when he suddenly grabbed her from behind, she shrieked from fright, and that cost Victor.

The only thought in Victor’s head at the moment was to beat Draco and his underlings and get the hell out of hell with Mimi. Draco might be a businessman but he was no fighter which was why he simply watched from the sidelines waiting for his men to deliver him – Victor – on a platter of gold to him. Unfortunately, that was not going to happen.

It would be hard and one of the toughest fights he had ever been in but Victor was not going to stand still and watch his ass being handed to him, especially with Mimi around. Yeah, he still had his pride and he wanted her out of harm’s way – he wouldn’t be able to concentrate with Mimi in the way.

With his victory drawing near, Victor saw the perks of having Marcel personally train him. His cousin might be loving but when it comes to training, he was a war machine and there was no mercy. Sadly, his fears came true.

He suddenly heard Mimi’s panicked scream and turned, getting distracted. That gave his opponent the chance to hit him at the back of the head with the expandable steel baton and the pain disoriented Victor, slowing his locomotion.

“Victor!” Mimi screamed, her heart almost jumping out of her throat at that scene and she was guilty knowing that was her fault. Maybe, she shouldn’t have been stubborn and stayed in the car where he wanted her to be.

Sadly, the bald man didn’t bother to drag her along to the car this time, he just held her down at the spot as she struggled, watching the whole scene unfold in front of her.

Like vermin upon finding a host, Draco’s underlings took that little moment of weakness from Victor and attacked him, trying to make sure he doesn’t stand on his feet again seeing he was strong.

“No, let him go!” Mimi shouted in despair, watching them kick and hit Victor who could do little to defend himself. He was outnumbered – and it was all her fault.

“Please, just let him go!” Mimi found herself crying for a man for the first time in her life.