Slapped The Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

he followed the blind order and stepped aside. For a moment, I thanked the familiar voice and shed some tears of pain. My heart that was pounding in pure terror came to a sudden calm unless my cheek felt a stinging ache after someone slapped me, "Whore!" A bulb lightened above my head. And as soon as its light spread around, my breath hitched in my throat when I noticed who did the slap come from— my father. My hands tremble under the ropes and my eyes watering in fear, I tasted blood on my tongue while raising my peepers to look at my father, the mafia lord Lucifer Miller.

She said as she raised her hand "You remember that guy I told you was Bradley de Ossa? You know he's a Mafioso, right? He’s the boss!!" Now it was my turn to stare in shock and blink a few times at her words. Bradley is a mafia boss? Yes, I knew he was part of a gang and the possibility of the Mafia was already on my mind, but the boss? "Maya... You're not fooling around are you?" I asked quickly in panic. My friend let out a long sigh before shaking her head, informing me that what she said was true. I didn't eat the tuna sandwich that was in my hand because I didn't know what was going through my mind right now.

After the surreal moments of them laying in each other's arms had passed, Lucia sat on the edge of Andretti’s desk, her fingers absently tracing the smooth wood beneath her. Her pulse still thrumming from what just happened, but she watched him, the way he’s trying to regain his composure. He’s not the Andretti most people see—the Mafia boss, the man who commands fear with a glance. Here, alone with her, there’s something raw in his eyes, something vulnerable he was trying hard to mask.

Right in between his legs and he bell back with a groan. “ Bitch!” He snarled at me, his eyes darkened. I shriveled in fear, my neck shrunk and my eyes went low as I avoided his gaze. I mumbled repeatedly, “ I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to. “ I knew what these men were and amongst all of them, he was the strongest, the one with the real power. The capo. And I just had the audacity to kick his dick. The Mafia had one rule,

With that, I stepped out, refusing to let him see the tears threatening to fall. I stumbled down the hallway, barely able to see through the haze of tears clouding my vision. My fingers shook as I clutched the remnants of my torn dress, pulling it tighter around myself as if it could somehow shield me. The weight of what I’d just done hit me with every shaky step. I’d slapped Dante…the most feared man in the city, the mafia lord who wielded power with ruthless ease. And yet, he hadn’t struck back. He’d been frozen, speechless, like I’d shattered some unbreakable rule.

I focus on my drink, trying to get my feelings in check. “Aren’t you going to ask me about it?” When I glance up, his eyes are glazed over from too much booze, but there's a genuine look in them. “You wanna share what’s on your mind?” He frowns and looks away, lifting his glass to his lips for a big gulp. “The guy was a mechanic, working late under a car. I slipped in.” He leans back, taking a breath. “The music was blasting. I took the jack out.” He downs the rest of his drink. “Crushed him like an insect.”

She sucked in a shaky breath, wiping under her eyes before speaking. "Mario’s father..." she started, pausing like the words hurt her. "He wasn’t a very good man, Sylvia. He was powerful and brutal in the Mafia world. He made a lot of enemies, and when one of his rivals finally caught up to him... they made us watch him die." My stomach twisted painfully. "And after he was gone," she continued, her voice cracking, "they took my sons. They wanted to break them, to make them feel powerless. They... they hurt them, Sylvia. In the worst way. They raped my boys.

"Is it true you are in the Mafia?" Yes baby, I am a mafia boss. She raised a head and look me from head to my toe. "Damn, you are too beautiful to be a Mafia boss" I laughed so hard at what she said What do you mean? What do mafia men look like? Here I am thinking she will be scared of me because I am a bloody killer. "I imagine mafia members and their bosses to look scary." Trust me, I may look handsome as you said but I am more cruel than you can imagine.

He said, smiling and looking calm, his voice softer as opposed to before. "Are you really a Mafia boss? Is that how you acquired your wealth? By selling guns and drugs?" Roselyn said. She didn't realize her voice was getting loud. "Yes, I'm a Mafia boss and yes, that's how I make my money. But you should be rest assured, you're under my protection here. Sandra is currently bitter and you shouldn't take any importance to anything she told you " Alexander said and stood up, proceeding to his room.

The man couldn't even look at Gabe. He breathed out and folded the letter that his employee passed to him. "I'll wire you money to use for your medication. Make sure you heal and come back here healthier," Gabe said. She was surprised. Her eyes were glued at him. Her heart was pounding—she was melting. Have you ever been amazed by someone's kindness? Well, it was her first time to admire someone. Gabe Clyborne—a Mafia boss. He's far from what he knows about him. They said he's cold-hearted. No, he's not. Just right now, Larisa proved it and witnessed it with her own eyes.