Punch Out Don Flamenco Novels & Stories

Don’t be a damsel in distress. *PUNCH* Don’t let them see you cry. *PUNCH* Stick to your guns. *KICK* Fuck Malachy and that bitch, Mirabella. * PUNCH *PUNCH *PUNCH Fuck everyone! *KICK *KICK *KICK *KICK *KICK*

"Whatever. Go tell the Don so she can stop putting on this show." Then the familiar scent of his cologne cut through the smoke. A hand struck my cheek, hard enough to sting. Enzo's flat but faintly amused voice followed. "Sophia Vitale. Wake up. Cut the act. I'm here. You were pretty capable when you blew up the armory. So what's this now? Playing pitiful?" I wanted to explain and beg. A broken, rattling sound escaped instead. The pain in my abdomen felt as if it were tearing me apart from the inside.

Then the world exploded. A hand clamped around Dante’s wrist and twisted it—it was Enzo. The crack of bone was obscene, Dante screamed, high and animal, as Enzo ripped him off me and hurled him across the alcove. Champagne and Negroni glasses shattered in a crystal rain, Dante hit the marble floor hard enough to bounce, blood already pouring from his nose. Enzo followed like death wearing a tuxedo. His fist connected with Dante’s face, once, twice, the third blow split his lips like an overripe fruit. Blood sprayed in a perfect arc, splattering my emerald skirt, my throat, my cheek. Dante tried to crawl backward, hands up, face unrecognizable.

Protective bandaged were wrapped around her fists and she could be seen punching and giving hard kicks onto the punching bag. She spinned and then gave a back kick onto the punching bag and it tore. Flame breathed heavily as she watched the sand pour down to the ground with sweat falling from her face. "S*xy and strong... What more could I ask in a girl" Cisco said while walking in. Flame rolled her eyes and began untying the bandage on her fist. "I'm not in the mood for your disturbance Francisco" Flame said. "Calling me by my full name... That turns me on" Cisco whispered in her ear.

Man, do I feel so good, and I can't wait to do more. As the crowd started to murmur, Anastasia did the unthinkable in my clan, "I, Anastasia Lufoque, challenge you, Samantha Emilia Parker, to a duel. If I win, you will renounce everything you own to me." Well, we know it won't be fair for me without a prize for me to receive on my side. "Okay. I accept your challenge, but if I win, you will commit to a blood pact that states you will be forced to do my bidding till I see fit to release you. Do you accept my terms?"

Some control left him as air whooshed from his lungs, an audible sound even in here. She didn’t let up. Her next punch snapped his head back and she clinched, spinning him into an armbar. Roman bellowed and struggled but her legs were tight around his shoulder and he could not shake her. His face contorting in pain, the free hand pounding on the ground no, actually, he gave it two good slaps. Tap out. A clean, swift surrender. The ringside announcer was heard booming over the loudspeakers: “Tap out! Winner: Tamara Falcon of Cincinnati!”

Yet, Juliana Ricci stole my spotlight. She wore a skin-tight red number, her chest threatening a nip slip from the plunging neckline. Her thighs were peeking through the high slit. Sitting on the far end of the long table, Juliana fixated on Matteo the whole time. “Matteo.” She raised her glass. “A toast to you for an incredible job in Sicily. Don Colombo would be proud of you.” Juliana paused, her eyes sweeping over me. “But you seem distracted. Is Alessia not doing it for you? It makes sense. Your pretty Donna doesn’t have my assets. I bet she can’t give you what you want.”

Before anyone could say anything, he was sent flying across the room with just one punch from Anthony. "Say that again you retarded moron!" He growled letting go of my wrist and pulling off his suit jacket. "Fuck!" The guy winced from the pain irrupting as a result to the collision between his right cheek and Anthony’s fist. "Repeat yourself!" He gritted out folding the sleeves of his white button down. "Don't come close to me!" He yelled moving back quickly. “Or else "Or else what? You think I can be scared of the likes of you." Anthony spat dangerously stalking towards him.

Don Valentino huffs, readjusting the knuckle busters on his fingers. “Per favore,” the man cries with his head hanging in shame. The man grunts again, coughing and wheezing as Don Valentino punches him in the gut, once again. “I think you mistook my second chance as a sign of weakness, Mr. Nio Mancini.” “No….” He groans.

I said and asked the muranda who just passed by to forward my words to Ignis. "I'll be going first. Ignis won't take long, just wait for her here, okay?" I told her. She nodded and urge me to go. "My dear Fantasians! It's of my great pleasure and honor to present in front of you the next queen of the kingdom of Flamis. Princess Fhyra Icena Doneza." I heard Queen Feu announced and as if on cue fireworks lit up the dark skies of the night but the crowd's attention wasn't directed to it but to me who was standing in front of them.