Novel & Cerita Slapped The Mafia Boss

The blonde guy stuffed the handkerchief at my face, and the sweet scent of the chloroform hit my nose. As my consciousness was starting to drift, I heard the man in the front say, "Finally, we have caught Elian's chick. Now, that bastard of the Mafia Thunder ought to learn his lesson. He will pay for messing with the XS." My last thought before darkness took over completely was, Elian is in the mafia?

Whatever it was, it was new—and it was uncontrollable. Before I realized it, I was on my feet. I didn’t know what I was going to do; I just knew I couldn’t let this man touch her. When he leaned in to kiss her, she slapped him, and a sense of pride surged through me. But when he raised his hand to hit her back, I intervened. “How dare you?” My voice was low, dangerous. The man froze, his eyes widening as he realized who I was. I am Alessio DeLuca, one of the most feared mafia bosses in Italy. He knew better than to cross me. Stammering an apology, he fled, his cowardice evident.

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.

As his lips brushed against mine, I brought my palm up with all the force I could muster, delivering a slap across his face. The sound of the slap reverberated through the air—a sharp crack that seemed to momentarily freeze time. The Dark lord's head snapped to the side from the impact, his shock evident in his widened eyes. I had palm slapped the mafia Don, I was indeed a goner. For a moment, the world stood still. His hand pressed against his cheek, his expression a mixture of shock and indignation. The audacity of my action seemed to have caught him off guard. "You dare?" He began, his voice a low growl, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that gave me goosebumps.

the boss said slowly, his voice deep and dangerous, “the fuck… did you just say to me?” The man standing before him shifted from foot to foot, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “W-we couldn’t finish the job, sir… The Mafia Don, he… he was there.” Before he could say more, a loud smack echoed in the room. The boss’s fist connected with his jaw, sending him stumbling to the side. Blood dripped from his split lip. “You useless piece of shit,” the boss growled, standing now, towering over him. “I gave you one job. One.”

“Says someone who was fantasizing about a mafia don.” Jane blinked rapidly. “Mafia don?!” Carla shrugged. “Mafia don, mafia lord—whichever you call it,” she grunted, tapping her phone. “Why isn’t Inspector Rosaline picking up?” “Hey, Carla, look at me. You mean he’s a mafia?” Carla nodded. “Couldn’t you tell? From the way he talks, the tattoo, the gun? Who else carries a gun and stares people down without fear?” Jane scrunched her face. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Oh my God, you just made me miss my soulmate.” She glared at Carla.

He held Harvey over the water again. I curled my fingers into a fist, opening my injury. A bit down on my words. He tossed Harvey back before him. “You claim he isn’t a gigolo, it means you love him then? You love a fucking mafia boss. You’re a lawyer, Lucille. You stand for the truth and justice and you want to get into a forbidden relationship with a mafia boss? And you’re in love with him?” He clapped, laughing.

Bernard was beside me as well, not behaving like the pussy I had thought he was. The gangsters finally alighted from the six cars and I knew their boss was present at that moment I couldn't wait to meet him since no one dared to stop me and if the boss ended up being someone lower in rank than me the mafia world, I would waste my sweet million Euro bullet into his hand. One of the gangsters opened the car and I expected their boss to alight from the car which he finally did. I stopped my stern gaze at the gangster boys as I watched the leader who seemed to be in his early fifties, he took off his sunglasses and I recognized him at once.

I murmured. She swatted my bare chest—hard. "Ouch!" I choked out, grabbing my chest and mock-glaring at her. "When did you get so strong?" I was about to pull her back down when a sharp knock rang across the door, followed by Rowan’s panicked voice. "Boss!" he yelled. "Is everything okay in there? We heard screams!" I shook my head, staring at Aria knowingly. "See what you caused?" She shrugged, laughing. "I only slapped you. I never knew a mafia boss was that soft."

I had to be punished I slapped myself and slapped myself and although I could see the mafia man speaking, this time looking concerned and angry, I couldn't hear him. I just continued slapping myself. 'For being stupid' A slap 'for putting myself in danger' Another slap 'for being a weakling' another slap. The chaos suddenly became calm, my brain settling down and back to becoming aware of my surroundings. A beautiful masculine musk and earthy scent flooded my senses, and then I realized I was being hugged. The mafia man was hugging me. I tried to stay calm but my heartbeat quickened and I began to panic again, but he held me tighter.