Slapped The Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

But Matthew knew that blurting out his sentiments wouldn’t do any good to him. “You might have wondered why…” The boss said as he turned around to see the underboss. Matthew might have not seen him, but he could see his shadow getting bigger as it cast on him. “Because once you invite them to the ring, you will be the one to never get out.” The boss regarded it coldly in a low voice. As the boss met the end of his words, in a quick move, he raised Matthew’s head by gripping on his chin and swung his palm so hard on his cheek. “Do you understand?” The boss’ eyes were expanded at him as his nose flared with anger. He looked at Matthew like he was the most sinful person he ever laid his eyes on

He went closer to her. "Yes! To kill you before you even realize it," she laughed. Wow! I didn't expect that from her, but she did pretty well. I swear on my life that if I'm able to get out of this place, I'm going back home and we'll find another way to solve the case. These mafia bosses are the worst thing I have ever seen. I'm not sure I've encountered ones like these before. I guess he got pissed by what she said. He slapped her across the face before she could utter another word.

I started hitting him on the chest while sobbing. “Why would you do this? You know everybody hates me now because I’m connected to you. Everybody thinks I’m a fucking slut.” My voice broke, and I noticed how his hands around my arms started to soften a bit. “And now what happens to me? You are the big bad mafia boss, you would want to punish me for slapping you, for disrespecting you,” I hissed, still holding onto his collars and trying to shake him but he wouldnt fucking move an inch.

The mafia boss hit him again, and again, until his pants were soaked with the blood of his joints, “It’s Milo!!!” He cried out, “Fuck…it’s Milo!!” The man panted heavily and Alex’s smile only grew wilder, “See Milo. I hate liars, and you know what I hate more than a liar? A man who fucks with my business.” “Pl….pl….please!!” The man pleaded with bloodshot eyes, the pain that coursed through his veins was too much to bear, “I’ll tell you everything!!” The mafia boss tsked, “You had one chance, Milo.”

Ava hesitated for a while, as though she was thinking about what to do, then she let out a defeated sigh and stepped aside. “You have five minutes.” She said as she closed the door behind her. “What do you want to talk to me about?” She demanded, crossing her arms around her chest defensively. I knew what I was about to say was going to make her angry, but I had to say it. “Anyone who is part of the mafia isn’t a good person.” I cleared my throat and began. “Your father was part of the mafia and he had done some evil things. If the roles were reversed and it was me who stole from him, he would have killed me without thinking twice.”

“You think you’re untouchable because of your daddy? Petrov doesn’t forget.” “Maybe he should get over it.” That earned me a dangerous smile. “We don’t get over things, muñeca. We settle them.” He leaned in, close enough that I could smell blood and vodka. And then, just like that… He was yanked backward by the collar and slammed into the mirrored column behind our booth. The club music didn’t even pause. But the Bratva soldier did. Because the man who dragged him off me wasn’t a bouncer. It was Misha.

After eating, Martina and Roberto sat in the living room, their eyes were glued to the television as the movie that was played caught their attention. It was the story of a mafia boss in love with a school girl. Martina developed so much interest in it right from the very first scene when the poor girl spilled juice on the mafia boss while she was hurrying to school. “Did you tell the television I’d be watching a movie today?” Roberto looked at Martina that sat next to him on the couch, her legs were folded up on the couch as she paid full attention to the movie.

“What about our deal, y—,” “A la m****a tu trato (Fuck your deal). Answer what I asked, I won’t repeat!” I yelled, kicking him in the stomach. He hissed in pain, struggling to free his hands to put them on the affected part of the body. “Y—Yes, she’s w-working for the s-same mafia family,” He slurred, handling the gifted pain. I inhaled deeply. I knew that motherfucking bitch was involved in mafia stuff for a long time.

"Stupid whore.” the mafia boss spat out, his voice as cold and hard as a winter's night. He roughly seized her chin, fingers digging into her soft flesh with a cruel grip, then he swung his hand in a raw violence against her cheek. He slapped her over and over. Alexa trembling and wide-eyed with pain and fear as the each slaps stripping away her boldness. Now she is as afraid as a pig that about to get slaughtered. the mafia boss gave a chilling commansd to his man. "Take your turns, my men, all of you. At the same time." he growled

He grabbed my hand and pulled me up on the stage. After what it felt like eternity, the father finally annoyed us as a married couple and before he could complete his sentence to kiss, Tristan had already pulled me to him and his lips were on mine. He kissed like there was no tomorrow. He kissed me like there was no one else around. Just him and me. He poured all his love into that kiss. He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. "So, you are accepting to be the Slave of the Mafia Boss forever?" He asked me with a raised brow that made my cheeks burn. I giggled shyly and nodded my head.