A Night With The Ruthless Mafia Don

Immediately Marisa got to the bedroom, she got undressed and wrapped a white towel around her flawless naked body. Stepping inside the bathroom, Marisa loosened the towel, hanged it then stepped under the shower.

Marisa was done taking her bath five minutes later, and she stepped out of the bedroom into the bedroom, draped in a white towel.

Sauntering towards her make up table, she picked up a lotion and started applying it on her skin. When she was done with that, she dressed up for work.

Picking up her handbag, she strolled out of the apartment, locking the door on her way out.

She then walked to the roadside where she boarded a cab which took her to the restaurant where she worked.

Arriving at the restaurant minutes later, Marisa paid the cab driver and she got down from the vehicle.

She strode purposefully into the restaurant, waving at some regular customers before entering inside the changing room.

Marisa emerged from the dressing room two minutes, donning a waitress uniform, then she began attending to the customers alongside other waitresses and waiters.

“Table 24!” A masculine voice called, prompting Marisa to swiftly approach the table.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Four young men, elegantly dressed in black tailored suits, were engaged in conversation.

As they noticed Marisa’s arrival, their chatter subsided, their attention drawn to the poised waitress.  Presenting menus, Marisa awaited their meal selections.

“This menu doesn’t have what I desire,” remarked one of the men, placing the menu on the table.

Politely, Marisa inquired, “May I ask what you’d like then, sir?”

“I want you,” the man said with a wide grin, causing a frown to appear on Marisa’s forehead.

“I apologize, sir, but our menu doesn’t include a dish named ‘YOU’,” she retorted with sarcasm. The other men burst into laughter.

“It seems you’re pretending to be ignorant,” the man retorted with an angry smirk.

“It’s clear you’re not ready to order. When you are, please ask another waitress for assistance. Excuse me,” Marisa replied, turning to leave.

As she turned, one of the men spanked her, leaving her wide-eyed. Anger rushed through her venis immediately and her blood began boiling.

Swiftly turning around, she delivered a resounding slap to the man’s face, prompting gasps from the restaurant patrons.

“Did you just slap me?!” the man she slapped exclaimed, holding his cheek in pain as Marisa glared at him.

Rather than responding directly, Marisa slapped him again, temporarily blinding him.  Bystanders pulled out phones, recording videos and taking pictures. The scene was just too shocking to ignore.

“What’s happening?” the manager, Mr. Lance, inquired from behind Marisa, his shock evident upon seeing the men.

“This disgusting man inconsiderately spanked me,” Marisa spat angrily, pointing at the man she slapped.

“Marisa, are you out of your mind?” the manager angrily questioned, bewildering her.

“What do you mean?” she retorted, staring at the manager in bewilderment. She was bewildered because she was expecting the manager to support her and not the other way around.

“Do you not recognize them?!” the manager shouted. “These men are the owners of the biggest companies in Russia.”

Marisa swallowed hard, slowly averting her gaze to the foir men who were now grinning widely like fools.

Infuriated by their grin, she scoffed and declared, “Being wealthy doesn’t give him the right to touch me without consent. He can’t claim ownership over my body. That’s… that’s assaulting.”

The man who spanked Marisa turned his gaze to the manager and asked, “Are you the manager?”

Nervously, the manager affirmed, “Yes, I  am.”

“Good. Fire her now, or I’ll shut down this restaurant,” the man threatened, glaring at Marisa.

Hopeful that the manager wouldn’t comply with the man’s command Marisa gazed at him, but her hope shattered when he uttered the words she dreaded.

“You’re fired, Marisa,” the manager’s words cut through the air with a cruel edge, his icy gaze locking onto her.

“What?!” Marisa exclaimed in disbelief. She couldn’t believe her ears right now. It felt as if her ears suddenly got dysfunctional and she didn’t hear the Manager’s words clearly.

“I said you’re fired, Marisa!” The manager repeated in a cold voice. His cood expression showed how serious his statement was.

Marisa scoffed in disbelief without taking her gaze off the manager. She just couldn’t believe she was getting fired for defending herself.

For Pete’s sake, she was the one who was assaulted, and instead of the manager defending her, he fired her without thinking twice.

This hurt her so much, causing tears to well up in her eyes. Swallowing back the tears that threatened to escape, Marisa redirected her focus towards the quartet of men still wearing grins that contrasted their mean-spiritedness.

As if echoing the manager’s harsh declaration, one of the men who had earlier harassed her taunted, “You heard the manager, bitch. You’re out of here. So take your sorry ass and find yourself a new gig.”