I Paid A Mafia Boss For Our Night novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8 Almost Raped

It was really Antonio!

The door opened wide to the hallway, and the mirror perfectly captured his figure. Could he be one of the male escorts working here? My confusion was overwhelmed by the sheer relief and excitement of recognizing him-I would be saved, I could escape.

"Antonio! Stop! Antonio, wait, don't close the door..." I tried to chase after him, stepping over a mess of things on the floor, but the bodyguard, following the fat man's gesture, shut the door, and Antonio did not turn back at my calls.

I was stopped by the fat man, who pushed me back to the bathroom floor, my extremely short skirt failing to cover my backside. The fat man ogled my breasts lecherously, his swallowing audible, "You are truly beautiful, baby."

I slapped him hard, and the man covered his reddened cheek, his murky gray eyes filled with anger and malice. He retaliated with a slap that rang my ears and left me dizzy, choking me and slamming me against the wall.

The suffocating pain made me struggle wildly. The fat man cursed in my ear, "Filthy whore, damn it, how dare you hit me! Can I fuck you now, huh? Can I fuck you now?!"

Driven by a desperate will to survive, I grabbed his head and slammed it forward. The force caught him off guard, smashing his head against the floor-length mirror. It shook violently but didn't break. I seized the moment of his astonishment to smash his head backward again.

Crash! The mirror broke, shards cutting into the back of his head, blood smearing the wall. "Filthy whore!" He clutched the wound on his head, his expression vicious as he lunged at me, "I'll kill you!"

I quickly grabbed a piece of the broken mirror and stabbed it into his thigh. The sharp glass cut my palm as well, but it also wounded his leg. The fat man screamed, his cheeks quivering with pain.

The commotion alerted the bodyguards at the door who burst in, shocked by the bloody scene, and hurriedly tried to separate us. "Fuck her, fuck her up, damn it!" the fat man cursed, clutching his wound.

Bang! The room door was kicked open. The fat man, twisting his face to the intruder, was silenced by the gun in the man's hand. I hadn't realized it was Antonio who had entered; I only heard the deafening gunshot-bang!

The bullet pierced the brain of the bodyguard lying on top of me, brain matter and blood splattering my face. I watched in shock as half his head burst open, the nightmare in my mind shattering into clarity.

I forgot to scream, forgot to be afraid, but I couldn't forget the look in Antonio's eyes as he draped his coat over my naked body-fierce, ruthless, and tinged with pain. "Close your eyes," Antonio's voice was low and harsh, yet strangely comforting.

I leaned against him, my vision dark, but my heart warmed. Antonio's strong arms lifted me, carrying me away as the bodyguards gasped in fear and the fat man cursed.

The fat man managed to curse out loud but was quickly silenced by a kick from Antonio. Antonio's voice was icy, "How dare you touch my woman?"

Alessia, hearing the trouble upstairs, appeared, barely standing as she gripped the doorframe, "Boss, she's the new girl at the club!"

Antonio's gaze swept over Alessia, full of threat. Alessia bit her lip, silenced by fear.

Boss? The realization that Antonio was Alessia's boss-and thus the owner of Pink Island and the casino-hit me hard. He was a high-ranking member of the mafia!

Oh my God! My one-night stand wasn't just some hooker from a low-end bar but a mafia man! What had I gotten myself into?