My Unfortunate Fairytale with the Son of a Mafia Boss- ON HOLD!!!!

Chapter 3

Of course for my little indiscretion i was fired on the spot. Mercifully i was allowed to finish my shift and get paid for it but the fact that i had to find another job put me in a complete fowl mood. I said goodbye to all of the people i made friends with before i hauled my stuff out of the small diner and into the parking lot. It was pretty late but the occasional stranger would pass under a street lamp alerting me to their prescence.

I sighed heavily as i clicked the lock to my small nissan. i dumped the stuff into the passenger seat with a huff before the sounds of a struggle reached me. the sounds seemed to be eminating from the small alley behind the diner where we usually kept the trash and garbage. letting my curiosity get the better of me, i stealthly made my way to its opening keeping close to the wall as i peered around its bend.

from their large silhoettes i could tell they were all men, 4 of them in total, and three of them were ganging up against the smalled of the 4. I have to say he wasn't doing so bad by himself but i could tell from his jerky movements that he was tiring and loosing corrdination. i knew it was none of my buisness interfering with others personal plans and so began to turn and make my way back to my car.

but not having moved 2 ft yet i heard a painfilled grunt. it made me freeze, something about the way the man sounded made me feel slightly protective. twice more i heard the grunt before i growled under my breath and turned into the alleyway my hands on my hips. “HEY FUCKFACES! WHY DON’T YOU PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE!” I shouted. the man being attacked was lying on the ground trying to protect the blows the men were delivering in his weak position.

The biggest guy of the bunch, nodded to the two guys. He seemed to be their leader or something cause not a moment later the two other men were stroming down towards me. I ran out of the alleyway making sure that there was less of a chance for me to be cornered. One guy got to me first and I used this to my advantage.

I dipped low kicking my leg out, tripping the guy to the floor before stomping on his stomach, sending the air from his lungs. The next guy I used my mace, nearly emptying half the bottle in his face before he crumpled to the floor. before i even had a chance to react i felt a hand clamp down on my neck, lifting me clear off the ground. i gasped, grabbing hold of the hand that held me captive.

i yanked, scratched, clawed, kicked in as many ways as possible to try and get him off but he only seemed to tighten his grip. my lungs were on fire from the lack of oxygen and the start of a pressure was beginning to build in my head. i weakly gasped for some sort of air but his fingers made sure to squash as much air out as possible. a heard the sound of a silent thud, almost like a slap and the guy slowly released me. i crashed to the floor in a heap, my legs having given out on me. i gasped rubbing a hand over my throat. the sound of another crack made me look up.

i saw the man from the alley pointing something at the two men on the ground further away from me befroe i saw a flash of light and that familiar crack sounded again. thats when i realized that it was a gun. i could feel a pair of eyes on me, slowly i looked up and saw the man step out of the shadow, a trickle of blood dripping down from the corner of his lip and a large purpling bruise beginning to blossom on his upper brow and lower lip.

i couldn't help but glare when i recognized the jerk who got me fired just a few hours before.