Who hit you?

Chapter 3

Mikhail Mazza was not taking No for an answer.

He'd grown up and found joy in the best way he could.

He didn't go around Fucking women like the tabloid said about him.

But he loved getting the attention it drew, so why clear the air?

He knew how the citys and the town worked, he was a made man and he'd follow the footsteps of his father, the formal capo of the Mafia world.

He wouldn't lie, he had gotten his own fair share of woman.

He was no saint and he would never send away a willing woman.

Women flock around him and he didn't care, when the bend over his chair.. he'd fucked them and he'd send them away.

He didn't even know their names, just their cunt and how wet they would continue to be for him.

Walking In to the Coffee shop, he walked pass the long queue and stood close to the next person.

Giving the person a look, way was made and he'd gone through.

"Next." He had heard her call and he smirked, standing in front of her.

"Didn't think you'd back down so quickly Cara Mia, how fearful have you become." He said and she froze.

Ashley Crook.

He had never expected her to come running to him.

Ashley Crook was the strongest and stubbornnest female he had ever met.

She was everything a made man would want in a woman but he hated her.

It had began from Highschool and somehow seeing her as a full blown woman was more than just hate.

She had a nice curve and fuck he wanted her screaming underneath him on his bed and he'd have that.

He could recall the day she walked in to his office, crying her eyes out.

He was surprised to see her and they hell his guards had let her in without informing him.

He wasn't one to be joked with and men respected that.

He hated when men held their shoulder high in front of him.

They were meant to cower when he was near and the fact that he had established that fear in men made him proud.

After many years from Highschool, that was the first time she had walked to him deliberately and talked to him him.

"What is wrong Ash?" He had asked, surprising himself for being soft and calm.

The real him would have yelled at her for walking In to his office and send her out like a slut he'd just banged.

"Help me." She hipcupped, and he stood up.

"Help me." She mumbled again, and stumbled but he held her from falling.

She was the first woman, he had ever held like an egg except his mother.

And she fell asleep right on his arms. He sighed, walking to the couch to drop her there.

She sighed in her sleep and curled herself up on the couch.

For minutes, he kept staring at her as if she had grown horns.

She looked calm like a baby when sleeping but he knew she was no way near calm when awake.

He was still wondering why she would come to his club and get in to his office with a crying face and the fact that she had slept off as if he was a friend intrigued him.

She was a firecracker and that was the main reason, he had always find pleasure in bullying her.

She knew she had nothing, no one but each time he'd bully her..she would stand up for herself and at the end he'd win.

But right now, he was staring at that wet eyes again, and she was crying hard like she was just flogged and begging him to come to her rescue.

He frowned, letting go of the woman's hand and walking towards her.

He came down the stairs and walked to them.

"What's going on here Rob?" He asked his guard as he walked closer.

"This bitch here says she wants to see you and she kept insisting and called you an asshole." Rob said and sighed.

He noticed her cheek that was bruised and her swollen upper jaw.

Tears were still prickling down her eyes as she stared at him.

"Who hit her?" He asked, and the other hissed.

"The new guy, Max." Rob asnwered, pointing at the new huge guy.

He turned to him and without warning gave him a fast strong punch that got him staggering.

"We don't hit women or children, don't you fúçking get it!' He rasped, glaring at him.

He hissed and turned to her.

"What is it?" He'd asked, and she cleaned her eyes.

It wasn't every day, he saw women like Ashley cry.

Even when he bullied her to death at Highschool, she would stood her ground and cuss him.

Her mouth was her weapon and hell he didn't care.

But that bruise on her cheek didn't sit well with him.

Her cheek was the kind of cheek that was supposed to be rubbed with oil and savored not to hit.

He turned to the Max guy again and gave him a deadly glare.

The man went back, and gave him a bow.

He liked that.

"I won't ask again, Cara Mia. What is....

"Whack!" Was the only thing he could hear as he watched her cleaned her eyes again.

He didn't move. Was he supposed to?

This was the first time in all his life someone had the guts to slap him.

No one had tried that, maybe they all knew that it was a dead suicide note they person had written for himself.

He wiped his face back to her and hell he could see a mixture of both fear and anger in her eyes.

"Hmm, that was so surprising for a little thing such as you." He muttered.

His guys and men had their mouth agape at her and he knew she had changed history.

He didn't wait for her to say a word.

He strode to her and grabbed her hand, dragging her to his office.

TBC