Mimi might not have called the police but she was highly tempted to, especially in the middle of the night when the slightest noise would send her bolting upwards only to realize that her windows were locked and there was no one in her room.
Just her.
She remembered going back to bed with a deep sigh. If someone had told her that her seemingly mundane life would be shattered in a twinkle of an eye, she would never believe it.
The worst part was that Mimi didn't know which was shocking, the fact her best friend Arianna was involved with the Mafia or that Marcel - the man she even crushed on - was a mob leader and he employed her to be his what again? His coffee maker?
She should have known, the truth was staring right at her face. Mimi should have found it suspicious when Marcel chose her out of the many baristas serving at her former workplace. He knew what he had been doing.
