Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas)
This was what she spent the rest of the day planning. There was a truck behind she packed beforehand that carried her supplies – equipment that would aid in her torture, hopefully.
But it was more work dragging Charlie inside the warehouse than she thought because he weighed much more than he looked. Mimi groaned and grunted and cried until she reached the inside of the empty warehouse that still carried a smell of syrup.
It was another hard work placing Charlie on the seat, using the ropes she came with to tie him up. After searching and making sure he wasn’t with any weapon he could use to harm her, Mimi waited for him to awake.
Minutes later, Charlie woke groggily, the memories in his head a bit hazy. But when he looked up to find himself bound with a purple-haired witch sitting in front of him with her legs crossed, the memories came rushing back to him.
“You’re awake,” Mimi smiled wickedly, “Let’s begin, shall we?”
I Pity The Man That Marries You
There was no word spoken as Charlie and Mimi stared at each other, observing their stance like opponents on a battlefield waiting for who would make the first move.
“I should have known,” Charlie sighed, breaking the silence, “There was something weird about you and I was a fool not to have noticed it,”
“Yes, you were quite the fool,” Mimi affirmed, quite proud of herself. She successfully kidnapped a gangster – yeah! Her parents would be so proud of her.
He leaned exhaustively against the seat knowing he was defeated, “So tell me who sent you?”
“Huh?” Mimi was surprised by the question.
“Was it Hank? I know I owe the old bastard some money but seriously sending someone to take me out, and a woman of all things? It’s pretty low of him. Don’t you think so?” he asked her.
Mimi frowned, does he consider a low being? She said with her lips drawn into a tight line, “No, I don’t think so and no one sent me, I’m all on my own,”
“Wait a minute,” Charlie’s brows knitted together, finding it hard to believe her until understanding dawned on him, “You’re on a solo mission or not….” His smile grew – a lascivious one, “I didn’t know you were into this, baby girl?”
His grin grew as he opened his legs enough to make a statement, “So what are you going to do about this?” He pointed at his member that was beginning to form a tent in his pants.
…..
“What?” Mimi was confused, until it hit that he thought they were into some kinky role play. She cringed, then strode over to him to land a punch on his face, screaming, “Nothing! So get your mind off the gutter!”
She then slightly winced, that punch hurt like hell. Nobody told her interrogations were this difficult – the movies made it look so easy.
“Ouch,” Charlie said, his head snapping to the side from the impact. However, he turned it to her saying with deep observation, “You strike quite well, however, your skills are rustic which could only mean that you’ve been out of the game for a while or this is your first time,” He smirked, “I’ll choose the latter. Do you even know what you’re doing?”
“Well, I don’t and that makes me more lethal. Don’t you think so?” Mimi smirked devilishly, picking the gun she stole, no, took from him.
Charlie’s jaw flexed, he was beginning to understand a tad bit the situation he was in.
“What do you want?” He almost hissed out.
Mimi’s eyes brightened as if they were finally talking business, “Information on a girl named Rhea,”
“There are many Rhea’s out there,” was his excuse.
“Oh, you would know this one… ” Mimi smiled coldly, “Considering her uncle owned your gang debt and you guys decided the best way to get payment was to buy her. Like literally bought her!” Remembering that pissed her off.
“I still don’t….” He frowned as the dots connected in his head, “You mean Boss wife?”
“W-what?” Mimi’s face fell, “What do you mean by Boss wife?”
Charlie snorted as if he was enjoying this show knowing she strives for the information and he was the one holding the book of knowledge here.
“Simple as short, if that woman is truly your friend, then congratulations, you’re invited to a wedding party this weekend. Sorry though, I don’t have the invitation with me,” He poked fun at her misery.
“This is not funny!” Mimi yelled in anguish, hitting him on the face with the butt of her gun. How dare he catch fun with Rhea’s future? It was sickening.
“Damn it, woman,” Charlie groaned, wincing in pain at the sudden bump that appeared at the corner of his eyes, “You are so violent. I pity for the man that marries you in the future,”
“Well, I’m more than thankful that that man won’t be you,” Mimi said sternly before she commanded him, “You would help me make communications with my friend,”
And Charlie laughably looked at her, “And why would I do that?”
She hit him once again.
He groaned.
“Because just as you said, my skill is rusty and my hands are quite unstable,” Mimi hinted at killing him and calling it a mistake.
This time, Charlie’s eyes flashed and his jaw tightened until he felt the muscles tick. He was running out of patience.
“Fine, I’ll help you,” He conceded easily to Mimi’s surprise.
“Really?” Mimi still looked him over in suspicion.
“Isn’t that what you want and the key for my freedom?” He snarled at her.
“Well, you’re right,” Mimi finally saw sense in his words, however, some things didn’t add up, so she asked, “And how exactly am I going to speak to my friend?” she suddenly had a bad feeling about this.
“Phones of course, unless you’re asking for death by coming into our territory,” Said Charlie gleefully.
“No, no way,” Mimi’s stance became rigid and she lifted the gun at him, “You think I’m a fool? You’re going to call your fellow members on me,”
“You would be the one holding the phone, why would I do that when you have a gun to my head?” he claimed.
“Not if you speak in some code or something?” Mimi said, having watched enough spy movies to know they always had a secret code or something for when they’re in trouble.
Charlie sighed exhaustedly, “Listen here, you’re the one with the power,” He made a shame of struggling to show he was powerless, “You end the call when you feel something’s off. But then, I’m not the one desperate to hear from a friend,” He was enjoying this.
“Fine,” Mimi gave in, gritting her teeth, “Where’s the phone?”
Charlie shrugged with pulsed lips, “I’m not the one who emptied my pocket,” she took everything on him.
Mimi sighed and then turned as her gaze searched for the bag where she had dumped her equipment and the rest of his properties that she hadn’t felt useful, as of then.
She found it at the corner.