Yakuza Table Slam Gif Novels & Stories

When Johann was finally done with his romantic getaway, he came back home and trampled all over my self-esteem like he was disciplining a mere dog. Was I just their afterthought after all? I flung my phone onto the couch in a rage. "I hate secondhand men who've been defiled by other women!" This was the first time I had said such harsh words to him. Unexpectedly, Johann frowned at once as anger lit up in his fiery eyes. He grabbed my chin tightly and slapped me hard on the cheek just a split second later. He slapped me so hard that my vision blacked out for a moment. "Nancy Castro! I am the one paying for your food and your lodging! How dare you yell at me like that! Who the hell do you thin

I ordered 2 more milkshakes. A car stopped in front of the cafe and I sulked onto my breath. I sighed in relief when an unknown man stepped out of the car. He was good looking and he had this powerful aura around him. He came and sat down on the table beside me. He was waiting for someone. In a few minutes another car stopped in front of the cafe. Two men stepped out of the car and came towards the man sitting on the table beside me. "Here is the money, Santiago. Take it and shut your mouth." One of the men said to the good looking man. He smirked and threw the case full of money on the road.

Austin stared at the man who still had his black sunglasses on, "Who are you and why are you telling me all of this and how can I know you are not giving me false information and lying to my goddamn face, old man," "Kazuno Daiki," The old man introduced himself. He took off his sunglasses and Austin noticed he was wearing a left eye patch, "The leader of Kazuno Clan, my older brother dug out my left eye with his own hand. He was afraid of the growing power I had and I was thrown into a foreign land," Austin winced and looked away, "What do you want from me? You can't be telling me this for no reason," "Revenge," Daiki stated. Austin turned his head back to him and waited for an explanation,

He shouted in anger at me, raising a punch at me, but Jake quickly pulled my arm away, making my bad player's heavy punch hit the air. In a quick and precise technique, Jake held the back of the man's head, pushing his head down with such force that my opponent's face hit the roulette table, but the impact was so great that the table even cracked and split into several heavy ones. Chips, dice, cigarettes, and drinks that were on the table are now lifting with a strong impact. Everyone backed away in reflex, a chorus of astonishment running through everyone. My opponent, lying on top of the rubble on the table, moved slightly and was stunned until he became definitively silent. “Anyway, I cou

loud crispy slap landed on Rizza’s face. The palm of the waiters hands printed on Rizza’s reddened face. “Stop shouting! And making trouble here! Your responsible to paid what you eat!” the waiter was seriously became roaring lion . Rizza was shocked and dumbfounded. She hold her right cheeks because of waiter strong slap on her face. “You! What the right you have to slap my face!” Slap! Another big strong slap landed on her left cheek. “I told you that don’t shout . We can settle it in a nice way, but if you still stubborn I will force myself to tortured on you!” Her two female classmates was about to peed on their skirt when they saw that rizza became messy. “You two! He pointing the t

Then she laughed coldly. “So what? What does that prove?” Takuto pressed a button. “...It cost me three million yen to stage the suicide scene.” “Good thing the old man believed it was debt-related…” Yamada lunged—but she was too slow. “Meow!!” Daifuku flew through the air, delivering a stunning cat-punch directly to Yamada’s face. She fell, howling, clutching her nose. When the teachers arrived, the scene before them was something out of a manga:

Mrs Yamamoto shouted, lunging at him again. "Enough!" Kenji snapped, slamming his hand hard against the table as he shot to his feet. "Sit. Down. All of you." Mrs Yamamoto remained standing, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes still blazing with rage as she glared at Mr Igarashi. Mr. Yoongi didn't sit either, his jaw tight, his gaze hard. They both looked like if no one was around, they would be on each other like a pack of hyenas over the last morsel of a carcass.

Did I make a mistake? Back at home, I was scared but also frustrated. I had no idea what he would do after I slapped him in front of everyone. I did what I felt right at that moment but now I was regretting over my impulsive behavior. I could have just left from there. He's the mafia boss. Slapping him would be a crime in his world. What did I do? I threw my head in my hands and took a breath when suddenly the doorbell rang. Since Amanda was still not home, I stood up exhaustingly and walked to the door, opening it.

They looked like they could finish the pair off within a seconds. Yet Jate just sat there in his chair looking completely unfazed. "Enough!" He snorted. He slammed his palm on to the coffee table before him, and the coffee table which was made out of tempered glass, shattered into a thousands of pieces. Jate waved his arm and the shattered glass flang themselves towards the advancing bodyguards.

“Nothing justifies bad behavior, nothing.” “But…” His hand shot upward, and she remained mute. It dropped, picking up the cutlery like nothing just happened. “Let us try to make peace with my decision.” “You know that's never going to…” Slam! The table vibrated beneath Marco's huge palm as he slammed it hard on the surface e, causing glassware to fly down, clattering as it broke. “Sofia,” he stopped to catch himself from snapping too hard. “Come on, it's …”