The Badass Mafia Boss Queen

She screamed, letting out a cry of pain as the glass shattered around her head. The dent her head made on the glass almost looked like a bloody spider web.

I just had some good orgasm, and this woman thinks she has the right to ruin that euphoric feeling that was still buzzing in my veins?

Pushing her face harder against the broken glass made her cry out again. “Please…” She pleaded.

“I needed you to shut up. So this was a faster way to do that.” I whispered.

Blood poured from the side of her face as I met her eyes. She whimpered, struggling against me, but I held her still, pulling on her hair. Tears spilled from her eyes and she opened her mouth to scream.

“If you scream, I will scoop out the contents of your skull and serve them to you. Do you hear me?” I asked, shocking even myself.

‘Where the hell did that come from’?

I glared at her, and her eyes widened in fear. “I’m so…”

I squeezed her head and she shut up immediately. “My husband is off the market. Do you understand that?”

“Y-ess. I’m s-sorry. I j-j-just… I just love him.” she sobbed.

She was an idiot, for sure. I wanted to take her head and bash it in further, but I’m not a killer. I might have learnt a few tricks from Maxine, but killing wasn’t one of them.

Pulling her face away from the mirror and grabbing another fistful of her hair, I threw her against the room wall. She gasped out and slid down onto the floor, sobbing.

I knelt in front of her, making sure she could see me clearly.

“Seven days ago, on the 16th of this month precisely. My husband called you on the phone. What did he speak to you about?”

“Fuck you! You demonic cold blooded bitch. I’m not telling you shit.”

“Henrietta.” I sighed. “I’m going to ask again nicely. What did you discuss with my husband when he called you?”

“He told me to come suck his sweet dick.”

“Wrong answer,” I replied, shaking my head at how dumb she was.

Hollis already said he wasn’t cheating and he would never cheat on me and I believed him. But he didn’t say why he needed Henrietta. And for some reason, I never asked him.

Grabbing Henrietta’s head, I pulled her up and pushed her through one of the toilet stalls in the room. My strength and stamina were so thick from my rigorous training at the Dojo. But not thick enough for the likes of Hollis, I guess.

Getting into the stall, I shoved Henrietta’s head into the toilet. Her arms swung around like a mad woman, but I pinned them down quickly with my other hand just as Maxine once taught me. She screamed into the bowl before I let her out.

Giving her a moment to cough up water, before I asked my question again. “Now, Henrietta, did my husband really ask you to come suck him off or are you trying to piss me off?” I asked her, sweetly.

“Please…” she started.

But that wasn’t the answer I wanted, so I dumped her head back into the water again, and this time, she struggled hard, yet I held her in.

After a few seconds, I let her go and she hurriedly tilted her head back from the toilet, falling back onto her ass as she coughed and cried.

“Henrietta, I really need an answer to my question, please.”

“When news broke that your husband was getting married, I confronted him and he said it was true. He said he wanted us to put an end to what we have. I didn’t want that. So, I pleaded. But his mind was made up. I recently started hanging out with someone else just to spit him. Now, he wants me to gather some information for him from my current boyfriend.”

She hesitated. I noted her hesitation. So, I pestered. “And?”

“Two days ago, I told him all I found out and I tried seducing him. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to. It’s just that I am still in love with him. But he didn’t want me. So that made me bitter and mad at you. He yelled at me to stay away from him if it’s not business related or next time he would kill me.”

“If he told you not to come close to him again, why did you come here then?” I asked, stepping up slightly.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

She slid across the small space on the floor to get away from me. Tears streamed from her eyes as she shook, covered in toilet bowl water and blood.

“I love him,” she sobbed. “And I didn’t know you were… I thought you would be a princess-like Barbie. Please don’t kill me.”

I chuckled. That was honestly funny. “Find a new man to love, Henrietta. If you come around him again, I will snap your neck and bury you somewhere nobody would be able to find you.” I warned.

Even though my threats were really empty, they sounded authentic enough to scare the living daylight out of the poor girl. Yes, tables are turned. She is the poor girl.

Stepping over her, I walked out of the stall, looked myself over in the cracked mirror and cleaned the little trace of blood on my neck. Then I fixed my hair before washing my hands once more.

“It was nice meeting you officially, Henrietta. Maybe we should do this again.” I said to her before leaving the room.

Opening the door, I came face to face with Castello and he gave me that scolding look. “Really? Did you have to?” He asked and I realized that he probably saw what I did.

“You guys have cameras in the toilets too?”

“No. Just in the restroom. Not inside the toilet stalls. You don’t think it would have been best if you gave her a warning of some sort?” He asked.

I shrugged. “She came at me first,” I told him.

“That wasn’t what I saw.”

“Verbally,” I explained.

He nodded. “Like husband, like wife.” He chuckled. “I’ll take care of her, Hollis is looking for you.”

I nodded, “thank you.” I whispered and left for the main room.