Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas)
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 Rhea and the reason Lukas 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.
He Has Never Lost A Battle
The sound of a man moaning in pain was heard as he received punches after punches. This man was no other than Kenith who was getting a beating from Big Joe’s soldiers per his instruction.
The room was more of a prison although it was spacious and empty save the chair Kenith was sitting on while he was being tortured and the table a few distances from it.
There were body bags packed at a corner and had dried blood stains on them – It was quite obvious that it had been used to transport some bodies. While on a rack on the corner of the wall hung devices of torture that hadn’t been used on Kenith, yet.
They finally stopped hitting Kenith who inhaled deeply as if trying to catch his breath. If one took a good look at Kenith, they wouldn’t be able to recognize him anymore because his face was swollen and he had a black eye.
His lips were split and blood trailed down his temple. In one word, Kenith didn’t look too good; his appearance was miserable. One of the soldiers reached for the table and picked a rag which he used to wipe his hand free of Kenith’s blood.
Almost immediately, the iron door leading to the cell rattled and Big Joe came in. Although Big Joe was overshadowed by his personal guards due to their massive height, one still couldn’t help but acknowledge his authoritative aura.
Yes, he was short, Big Joe was still the leader of this gang and all leaders are recognized and honored whenever they are. Hence the moment he arrived, even the soldiers, as big and burly as they are, bowed their heads as a sign of respect.
“Boss,”
Kenith lifted his head at that title knowing only one person would be addressed in that manner. The corner of his lips stretched into a smile, here comes the boss.
…..
“You’re finally here,” He said.
Big Joe stopped right in front of him and without even saying a word, the guard beside him immediately set a chair for him to sit on.
The man sat down majestically, throwing his leg over the door. With his arms wrapped across his chest, he took a good glance at Kenith who stared back at him as well.
Unlike the other times when Kenith treated Big Joe with respect, there was nothing but disdain in his gaze. He no longer hid the deep resentment he had for Big Joe. It was even amazing how he was able to last under his leadership for so long when he detested the man.
“How could you do this?” Big Joe said, his voice almost cracking. There was a pained look on his face as he said, “I trusted you, brother,”
Although it has been hours, he still hadn’t gotten over the betrayal. It was hard to forget the scene of his trusted second in command trying to have his way with his woman; the scene kept playing in a loop in his head.
At the mention of the title “brother”, Kenith gulped down a lump in his throat, pressing his toes together. He couldn’t look Big Joe straight in the eyes because of the amount of guilt pressing down on his chest.
They were not just brothers, they were more than brothers. Closer than even blood brothers could ever be. Where did things go wrong?
Although Big Joe was the first to begin this journey, Kenith had joined him not long after and the both of them decided to build this kingdom together. So where did things begin to change?
Was it when Kenith realized his capabilities? That he deserved to be more than just the underdog?
Big Joe might be the one with the resources but Kenith was the one who built this gang from scratch.
The administration and smooth running of the gang were all his doing yet he wasn’t recognized for the handwork and all he could be was second in command to the man who did nothing but contribute resources.
Kenith put his best to grow this gang and all of it, for a man who didn’t deserve the position? He should be the one applauded! He should be the one getting the recognition and not Big Joe! So no, he was not sorry for his plan of rebellion – that Big Joe is yet to know.
“If there has been anyone that I believe would never betray me, that would be you, Kenith! Yet, you do this! Why?!” Big Joe asked, full of emotions.