Slapped The Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

Zia was the only person close to Chloe, but she didn't live with her; she lived in another country. She lost her temper and slapped Andrew in outrage. His men, who were also present in the room, instantly pointed their guns at her as she slapped their boss. Andrew gestured for them to put their guns down with a look. She glared at him with pure hatred in her eyes. "I never thought you would stoop so low," she yelled at him in anger and rushed to her Aunt, but he stopped her by grasping her hand. "I'm the Mafia Boss. I'm a devil; I hurt people. I don't show mercy to anybody. This is my real side. You messed with the wrong person, and now you have to pay for your deeds," he said darkly.

Bianca was struggling furiously, not giving in and he was growing more incensed with each minute. The little pet was fighting him? He thought in incredulity. His whiskey-laden breath was hot against her face as the enraged Mafia man sneered, “The young me you f*cked, my little wh*re, were they better than my c*ck?” She raised a hand and with all the strength of her anger, she struck him hard, slapping him across the cheek, leaving a red mark on his stubbled jaw.

I felt something dribbling down my mouth as it stung. Dammit, Yuri had hard hands. I was bleeding just due to a slap. Someone as brave as my uncle would have spat the blood at the Boss. But I was wiser than provoking someone with so many men surrounding him. I wouldn’t even know who killed me. “No one’s ever laughed. I’m not funny,” I bit my stinging lip. The man met my eyes and smiled, the coldness in his eyes gone. “I can’t believe I’m talking to the head of a mafia,” I said nervously.

He shouted at me, I could taste my blood because of the wound on my lip caused by his slap. I was surprised when he suddenly tore the blouse I was wearing. I was only wearing a shirt and I could see the anger in the eyes of our animals. Don't you ever cry, Sabrina! Don't show that you are weak! They are not the ones who can knock you down, Sabrina! Not many will finish me. I am the daughter of the most respected Mafia Boss in the past, and I am being protected by the Mafia Boss with the highest position. I shouldn't be afraid.

______________________________________________________________________________________________________ I could barely breathe due to the tightness of the hug I was surprised with as soon as we entered the lounge. "You're the splitting image of your mother, Maria," Mason said, releasing me from the tight hug. He knew them. He hugged me. He looked genuinely happy that I was standing before him. That wasn't supposed to be the reaction of a guilty man. Everyone knew that mafia world was a crime world. People own up to their killings and crimes. If Mason was guilty, surely he wouldn't lie about it. "Did you kill her? And George too?" I asked blatantly. The overwhelming feeling I had earlier befor

“ What dream? To live a boring life with Rico.” My jaw tightened. “ Do not bring Rico into this.” “ I'm right aren't I? Wasn't that your dream? To throw your career out the window just to marry that asshole you called a husband—” That was it. The fucking last straw. My palm collided with his cheek, gasps spilled from every corner of the room. It was thni remember that I wasn't in the bedroom but in a meeting room and twenty men just saw me slap the Pakhan of one of the most dangerous mafia clans in the country.

"Most are, though. Horrible people. The only good one I've seen is the boss." A snort escaped from my mouth the moment he said that. Yeah, that was it. But maybe that was how the mafia lords worked. Maybe this was what they did best... draw you in with enough intensity and obsession, and once one believed it, once you began to fall for them and their amazing tongues which seemed to work wonders behind close quarters, they dropped you. Did I even love him? I wasn't sure. I wouldn't have left so early if I did, right? Maybe I was close to it. Maybe that was what scared me more than anything.

I tried to beg him but Scarface suddenly shut me up with a stinging slap. I held my face in horror, reeling back from the shock of the hard slap. “Tommy!” Vincenzo barked and I jumped, whimpering and shivering. “Yes boss.” Scar face replied behind me. He was Tommy. “Come here.” Vincenzo crooked a finger at him and slowly, he walked to his boss. “Show me the hand you slapped her with.” Vincenzo said and I paid close attention to what was about to happen.

This was between Jeremy and me. " I do not give the flying fu*k about how much you took, but I care about who you sold it to. We do not sell to children," my voice was more like a growl. I have been a mafia boss for a couple of years already, and everyone knew what I was capable of. I have heard some call me ruthless, but I couldn't care less. I even like it. That kept them on their toes around me. " I would never sell it to children. They were teenagers, " Jeremy replied as if that could change anything in my opinion.

His face was white as a sheet, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He tried to raise a hand to push me away, but he had no strength. “Dirty…” He looked down at the spreading stain on my white dress. A pained, broken smile touched his lips. "You're… dirty," he rasped. "Ruined your dress." “Are you crazy?!” I screamed, tears finally breaking free. “Why did you do that? You could have dodged! You could have run!” He was a mafia boss. His instincts for danger were sharper than anyone’s.