His brother grabbed my wrist and laughed, so I slapped him hard enough to silence the entire room. Everyone froze when the mafia boss rose from his chair. “Do you know who I am?” he asked coldly. I met his eyes and smiled. “Wait your turn.” His men reached inside their jackets—but the boss suddenly lifted one hand to stop them. Then he looked at me differently, and I realized the real punishment was only beginning.
His brother grabbed my wrist hard enough to leave fingerprints, then laughed like hurting me was part of the entertainment. I slapped…
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