Yakuza Table Slam Gif Novels & Stories

My boyfriend, the firstborn son of the Morelli family of New Yiz, the future heir to the Don, had just slapped me across the face in front of the entire family and our guests—all because I got into an argument with another woman. Sally realized what he had done. His expression froze for a split second, but the remorse was swallowed almost instantly by irritation and anger. "Can you stop making a scene, Gia? Try being mature and rational for once!" Somewhere in the banquet hall, someone let out a low, mocking laugh. The rest watched in silence, content to enjoy the show. Fiona Lanza stood beside Sally, twirling a strand of her pretty chestnut curls between her fingers, clicking her tongue in

Shock slapped across his face only for a cold fear to take over a moment later. Nate's lips curved into a vicious smirk. "Not happy to see me, mate?" he questioned, eyes filled with a mix of amusement and malice. Gripped by anxiety, Mark flipped the table in one violent motion, sending the bar into a whirlwind of chaos. Suddenly white smoke swirled through the air, obstructing Nate's vision. Mark's ally emerged from the haze, his fist landing solidly against his sharp jaw, snapping his head sideways.

They all fall on the ground because of the weight of my outburst. I slam the other guy against the wall; he falls with a loud thud. Tiffany whines in pain as I ruthlessly kick the other wolf in the gut. Repeatedly. I scratch my nails at his face. The man wraps himself in a bloody ball, but I don't stop since this is the last man standing. I lift the poor guy up again and slam him against the wall. Slam. Kick. Slam. Kick. I continue the assault.

"Five hundred thousand" My fist slammed on the table and Elena yelped. It all happened so fast as my vision blurred and red shades my edges. I felt each heavy beat of my heart and the heated rage that boiled my blood. The Wolf surged forward, demanding violence, demanding retribution for what had been done to her. "YA ub'yu etikh ublyudkov", Before I realized I was pushing away from the table. My chair fell backwards from the force and clattered on the floor.

He positioned himself behind me and slammed balls-deep into my pussy in one powerful thrust, making the table creak. “Fuuuuck yes, Min-jun!” I cried out, gripping the edge of the table. “Pound your alliance whore while you negotiate! Breed me deep!” He started railing me hard, his hips slapping loudly against my ass as he discussed port access with a yakuza captain. The wet, filthy sounds of his cock churning the previous loads inside me echoed through the hall. Another yakuza captain moved in front of me and shoved his thick cock down my throat, fucking my face while reviewing financial ledgers.

"Thank you for yielding, Mr. J. You’ve made me a lot of money tonight. Why don’t we do this again another day..." Slam! Gu Mocheng slammed the table hard, and angrily saying, "You want to leave after winning my money? It’s not going to be as simple as that." Xiao Yihan shrugged. "I don't really mind, as long as Mr. J isn’t afraid of losing, I’ll keep him company till the end! I just wonder if Mr. J has enough money!"

Sylvester said. "To think that we watch steamy movies without refreshments" Jaemin replied as Taylor ducked under the table, avoiding the two knives which flew to the wall and got stuck. She pulled Jezebel's leg from under the table, and Jezebel fell down, then she climbed her, but Jezebel gave her a elbow jab, and Taylor fell from her, giving Jezebel the chance to come on top. She picked the knife and was about to sink it into Taylor's chest when Lambo stood.

Slowly tapping her fingers against the wooden table, Sierra impatiently waits for anything unusual. 'Good morning, Mr. Agustus.' It was so quiet she didn't even have to try hard to hear them perfectly. In fact, the voice of Alek and whoever he was with was so clear she could imagine a woman politely standing in front of her husband. 'Any update from the damaged vessel?' He didn’t just sound serious. It’s more than that. Alek sounded authoritative. Not just bossy, he sounds like a boss.

He glances at me slowly and throws the jar towards me in a blink of an eye, sliding to my left over the bench I stand up and kick the person beside me on his stomach letting the ceramic crash on the floor. I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him.

I dropped. A kick flashed… CRACK! The gun flew. Zed closed in instantly. His fist slammed into Roberto’s jaw. Roberto staggered… then swung back hard. Zed ducked. Countered with a brutal punch to his ribs. Roberto growled, elbowing Zed’s back. They clashed, blows flying, bodies colliding like storms. Punch. Block. Strike. Roberto rushed him. They crashed into a table. Glass shattered. Roberto landed a hit.