The Mafia Alpha Who Hates Me

"I–I'm feeling tipsy," a woman slurred, her voice echoing in the private room. It was clear she was drunk from the way her head tilted and her eyes barely stayed open.

Beside her sat a middle-aged man in a black suit, adorned with golden jewellery, who smiled the moment she talked. He leaned forward and persuaded in a soft tone. "Drink some more, this is an expensive wine, one you might never have the chance to taste again. We can't let it go to waste, right?"

Carlo, Nora's manager, who was sitting in the farthest corner of the room raised his head and chimed in.

"Mason is right. Drink, Nora. Or you're gonna regret letting such an exotic wine go."

Nora shook her head, barely able to push out four words. "I– Drinnnn no more."

Mason's eyes curved into a smile, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "Then... why don't you go rest?"

Nora's eyes lit up like she had just seen her savior. Her stomach was already hurting, and a rest was what she wanted right now. "Yes, yes, I need to rest."

Mason exchanged a covert look with Carlo, and the latter nodded, standing and turning to Nora. "I need to go to the restroom. Mason already booked a room for you. He will take you there."

Before Nora could even say a word, Carlo had slipped out.

An awkward silence descended.

Nora's tipsiness faded a little and turned into alertness. After all, she was alone in the room with a man her manager had said could help her, an influential director she'd never come in contact with but had heard of his unshakable power in the industry. She needed to be clear-headed.

Mason set the glass in his hand down. He stood up and stretched out his hand like a gentleman. "Miss Nora, I will take you to the room."

Nora hesitated.

Her mind was muddled, her thoughts sluggish. It took her a few seconds to think of what to say, and it was a rejection she thought was polite enough. "I don't want to trouble you, Director Mason."

Mason chuckled. "Oh no, not at all. It's my pleasure that a beauty like you would allow me to lead you to your room."

The hair on her neck rose at the overly-familiar tone, and she seemed to regain even more clarity as she shook her head again, but with more force. "No—"

Before she could even finish her sentence, Mason abruptly grabbed her hand and yanked her up, causing her to knock against the table full of wine bottles.

She gave a yelp as he roughly dragged her, causing her to collide with his chest.

"What are you doing?!" she cried as he held her waist with one hand, his other hand groping her ass like she had given him permission.

She struggled violently as his hand roamed her body. "Let me go!"

"Hahahaha, what a firm, nice ass you got there!"

His remark made her face burn red, and she stomped on his feet with her several-inch stilettos.

Now, it was his turn to cry. The pain pierced straight from his toes to his heart, a painful groan escaping his lips.

His wandering hand left her waist and he pushed her away. She crashed against the table, several bottles shattering into pieces and piercing her body.

Before she could react, he kicked her legs out, sending her crumpling to the floor with a thud. Her elbow slammed into the broken glass, and a sharp pain shot up her arm. Blood smeared against the cold, tiled floor as she gasped while trying to pull herself up.

"You bitch!" Mason's voice roared above her, stripped of any trace of the gentlemanly mask he had worn earlier. His face was ferocious, like an enraged beast as he stomped forward, undoing his tie. "You ungrateful wench! You think you can just come here, drink my wine and embarrass me like this?!"

She scrambled backward, her hands slipping against the blood and the spilled liquor. "I—I didn’t mean to! Let me go!" Her voice shook, filled with pain.

But Mason couldn't even hear a single word. He was blinded with so much fury that his body shook.

He was a reputable director who had slept with several beauties and was respected by many artists in the industry. Nora was the next on his list, but rather than being obedient like the others, she had turned around to hurt him instead.

Where would he show his face if anyone found out about this?

He needed to teach her a lesson she'd never forget!

He raised his hand like he was about to strike her, and for one split second, Nora’s breath paused. Her entire life flashed before her within seconds, but most importantly, her little brother.

If anything happened to her, or this man hurt her face, how would she be able to survive in the industry ever again? How would she be able to save enough for her brother's surgery?

And just as his hand came swinging down, she kicked him again without another thought. This time, she targeted his groin.

A sickening grunt escaped Mason as he stumbled back, landed on his knees with his hands clutching his jewels and wheezing like someone had punched the air out of his lungs. "You—!"

Nora didn't give him a chance to react. She dashed toward the door, yanked it open and flung herself to the hallway. She heard Mason's roar of pain and fury as the heavy door swung shut behind her with a thud and the sound of the automatic lock clicking into place.

Mason gritted his teeth, eyes burning red as he struggled to take his phone and then dialed his security team's number.

Voice twisted with rage, he bellowed. "Find her and bring her before me! NOW!"