Slapped The Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

Goosebumps rose all over her body as she screamed in fright before collapsing on his chest. Jack was watching the whole scene unfold with a hint of astonishment on his face. Well, this was the first time he saw his Boss being this aggressive and that too for a girl. He didn’t hesitate to kill them just because he treated her cruelly. Jack looked at the girl collapsed on Ryan with her eyes closed; the man didn’t push her away or showed any kind of expression. Jack was patiently waiting because he knew he will get to witness something new but what Ryan did made him have a jaw drop. The Mafia slowly lifted his arms to pat her head, standing up he gently lifted her in his arms and made his way u

"You really have a lot of trust in anything and anyone else. You see, I don't even know how you became a Mafia boss of our city." She mocked him by pushing up his buttons. "Do I look like I care about your bullshit. Say whatever you want, at least I'm not bed warmer like you." Smack! Vincent's eyes darkened even more as Naomi slapped him for the second time now. Vincent was already controlling himself, so he wouldn't hurt her, atleast not physically, but there was only much he could take at a time and he had enough. Vincent's men's eyes widened as they gathered around, hearing the loud noise of slapping and staring at the scene in front of them. They were guarding the mansion and making sure

It was a small declaration but I gave him a chance to deny it. “She’s my girl so it doesn't count,” Ezequiel chose to say instead. I wiped the side of my mouth, my patience long gone. In an instant, my palm struck across his face. The impact was brutal. Blood and spit splattered from his lips. Ezequiel reeled back, confusion flickering in his eyes. Before he could gather himself, I delivered another slap to the other side, harder this time. “Get him up,” I ordered Luigi.

Leonardo gently picked up the water glass again and passed it to Natalia's pale, lifeless body. "Have this." The infamously impatient Mob boss repeated icily, leaving no room for arguments. Natalia dazedly stretched out her hand to receive it. But suddenly, she stopped midway blinking back into focus. Feeling the burning adrenaline back, she slapped it out of his hand with a murderous rage! No wonder he wasn't dead. He wasn't just one of them, but head of them! The bastard who killed her family and scarred her for life! North America's most wanted Mafia Don!.

Her words set the whole place ablaze, and everyone paused, tilting their head to gaze at the woman who had dared to oppose the almighty Xander Castillo. Xander froze, his body limbing to the floor, his hands frozen in the air, taking gentle strides, Nicole walked over to him, gazing at him before she raised her hand up swiftly in the air. Slap! The noise erupted throughout the whole room, and all his men froze in still air, their body trembling in fear. Someone had dared to slap their Mafia boss?

Receiving two hefty slaps on same cheeks rendered it numb and swollen. Their previous character was just a facade. Their real nature was out in the open, after all a thug is a thug. I could tell he wanted to plant another slap on my face so I squinted but for strange reasons the slap didn’t reach me. I eventually opened my eyes but swiftly shut them. A car flashy lights were blinding. It parked behind the thugs car and the lights went off. My eyes finally opened fully, I wasn’t rash to crawl and beg for help, for all I know it could be reinforcement. I could only pray that it wasn’t.

They were all drinking together as they were all gathered at the table. “Can you drink?” Gavin asked immediately. Amara raised her brows and drank it fastly. They all whistled and gasped when she did that. Her face crumpled as she felt the bitterness of the alcohol and how it went in her throat. “I'm a Mafia boss,” she mumbled and chuckled at Gavin. Gavin shook his head and was worried about her. “Shot, Misty!” Chef Liza exclaimed and gave her a glass of alcohol. Misty didn't hesitate and drink it all, brave like Amara. They all clapped at her, proud of his bravery. They were all continuing drinking, getting wasted.

He's really run out of love for her, I tell myself. I start to worry if he's okay when the clock’s short hand hits 8 PM. Is he safe? Is he back home? Are there casualties? I start asking myself as if I should. Well, I need to know if my boss is okay. Heaven knows I care a lot for him more than I should. He is my boss, not just that, a Mafia boss at that , I remind myself. I drag myself upstairs making my way into my room but I meet a shocker. I see my boss sitting on the couch, drinking from a bottle of whiskey.

But he didn’t blink. “This isn’t a fucking joke, Adrien.” “I know. You’re a scary mafia boss. Big bad Luca Moretti. I’ve seen the way you operate. Cold, ruthless, probably never hugged as a child.” He smiled—bright and sharp, all teeth. “So let me in. Give me something to do.” “I should lock you back in your room for mouthing off,” I growled. “You should,” he said. “But you won’t.” I hated him a little more for being right.

My face leaned close, my voice low and venomous, the kind of whisper that Mafia men carried to the grave. “I won’t kill you now,” I murmured, my grip iron around his neck. “Not yet. First, I'll reserve your life until I have you kiss my feet later.” His eyes bulged, but before he could react, I drove my fist hard into the side of his head. His body crumpled with a heavy thud that echoed through the room, the sound of a man’s pride hitting the floor harder than his bones ever could. And just like that, the boss was nothing more than another piece of meat at my feet.