Slapped The Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

A few minutes later, I heard aggrieved screaming from the front of the building, before the door to my car opened and a shouting girl was tossed in. Imagine my shock when I recognised the girl as Amaya, the same girl who had been plaguing my thoughts for the past few hours. I watched as she banged on the window and fumbled about looking for the lock, making no progress. Amused at the unexpected turn of events, I chuckled, making her freeze and turn towards me slowly, her face frozen in shock. “Well, well, well, Amaya. We meet again,” I said, expecting the surprise and confusion on her face. What I didn't expect was the slap to my face.

Or, if that's not the case, he could be the boss of the mafia himself! When I think back on the events of the past several days, I can still recall how Zamir used a gun to shoot a man in the head directly in the forehead. It was the scene that startled me, and after I saw it and realized what type of a person he is, I had no choice but to rebel against him. Now that I knew his new identity, I wasn't sure whether to feel happy, cool, or casual, or whether I should just distance myself from him like I wanted to do the first time we met. I wasn't sure how I should feel.

Instead, he was too focused on her wound. "Gently," she requested while biting her lips in pain. "I'm being gentle. It just hurts, we can't do anything about it," he defended coldly. Eliza smirked and simply shook her head. Who would have thought that this man is a Mafia Boss? "How many people have you killed?" She suddenly asked. It was so random that it even made Frederick stop and eyed her. "Why? Don't you like me now?" He asked blankly. It's funny that he doesn't even have any expression.

He looked like one, probably spending his weekends with his whores spending the bosses money and ready to sing the second authorities caught him doing small time job for the mob. My left hand lets my knife traced his blood with its sharp tip from his chest down to his beer belly. Rudy was ready to piss his pants, his brain probably had stopped working as my other hand played with his oxygen flow with my deadly grip. I didn't want to end him, not before I get his confession but the temptation was too strong and that why I slapped him, hard.

He’s not giving up. “No “ I respond . Taking another gulp of vodka and signaling for more. I can’t even believe I’m drinking this much . I usually don’t at all or stop at one glass. Well I guess when you have experienced what I have in this one month of working for my mafia boss you’d definitely have to clear your head with a glass or two. “Come on ….have some fun with me baby girl” the man said slipping his hand into my waist. I yanked it off my body . Whipping the droplet of vodka by the side of my mouth and pouring another myself ,as the bartender has left the entire bottle for me.

He ignored me and walked into the building, headed for the hallway. “Put me down now!” I slapped his back angrily but he didn't respond, he only set me down after we walked through a door. I kicked at him and spat right on his face. “Ain't you tired of being so dramatic?” I heard a voice call out from inside the room, I turned around and it was the mafia's boss sitting right in front of various big screens. “Tell your goons to treat me better!” I spat back at him. He chuckled and slipped on his drink.

“You’ll pay for this. Don’t forget that the very same people you are running from already know you were involved in this. Your men are scattered around somewhere, rotting,” Though it troubles the Mafia man that Sandy was indeed right, he doesn’t let it show. “I can always get myself out of this. I’m not the enemy here. but,” he stood up, pocketing his hands as he sized up the delusional man in front of him. “What are you going to do?” “I’ll finish what I started,” Sandy said throwing the iPad at the boss. It missed him by an inch, shattering somewhere behind him. “With or without your help,” the Mafia man could only look at him in pity.

Scarlet spat, her voice venomous, her eyes blood-shot with rage. “The boss forced me—” Lidia choked out, tears spilling. “I never wanted—” SLAP! The second strike snapped her head to the opposite side. “How dare you still speak?” Scarlet hissed. “Shut your filthy mouth!” Whispers erupted like a storm around them. “Who knows?” someone shouted from the crowd. “Maybe she threw herself at him. The mafia king would never stoop so low.” “Yes! She must have begged for it!” another voice chimed in.

Jacob's lie would have confused him. "Ugh," I said in frustration and decided to call him back but I was too tired and too stressed to talk to him then. I couldn't stop thinking about the mistake I had done by slapping Jacob Hayes, the biggest mafia boss in town. I shouldn't have done it. That was the only thing my mind kept telling me. I knew he was now angry. His note clearly said that. He was going to teach me a lesson and I wondered what it could be. Will he kill me? Will he get me fired from my job? Yes! He can. He said he can get me promoted if I agree to what he is asking for so he can definitely get me demoted or fired too. God, what did I do? I cried in my mind and threw my face int

He didn't say anything but just shrugged coolly. He would get back to her later. There was no way he would let her go! ~ In a very bright and fancy room, a familiar man could be seen in a big jacuzzi and surrounding him were sluts of different shapes. He was grinning widely as the sluts caressed his body slowly and blew him sweet kisses. This was a pleasure, he thought and blushed slightly. Suddenly, the door burst open and coming into view was a furious but messy-looking lady. " Henry! Did you spike my drink?!" Ava threw her purse at the man and glared at him with so much anger.