The Mob Boss and His Prisoner

Karma is a B

He offered his hand to help me up but I didn't take it. I get to my feet on my own and follow him to the dining room. I pull my hood up over my head trying my best to hide my blushing face. We make it and sit down as others fill the dining room talking about their plans for tonight. I hear them all talk about some kind of party going on tonight, guess a Xmas party they do here.

The food gets placed in front of me so I dig in still doing my best to ignore everyone around me. I just slowly savoured the flavour as it was really good food. I just focus on eating my food when I feel a hand grab at the hood but also grab my hair. They pull really hard making me fall, landing right on my back. I gasp trying to get air back into my lungs as that had knocked the wind right out of me. I see Griffin standing over me looking more worried than angry.

"The hell did you do that for?" He said looking away as he helped me to my feet.

"You asked her to take it off and she ignored you 3 times." The guy that sat next to me said clearly, pissed I didn't do it the first time.

"CAUSE I'M TRYING TO PICTURE I'M ANYWHERE BUT THIS HELL HOLE JACKASS." I go to leave but swing around kicking the dude right in the head making him fall off the bench. "Payback is a bitch." I push past Griffin and storm off to the room he gave me, ignoring his calls. I feel a hand grab my wrist on the stairs pulling me back.

"Hey, I'm talking to you." He shouts at me as I land on his chest as I stumbled back. "Are you ok?" He asked as he held me there.

"Just let me go to the room. I don't want to be around you guys right now," I wiggle wanting to be free of his grasp.

"No, you need to finish your food," He grabs my wrist and drags me back.

I pulled my arm not wanting to go back there. We made it and that guy was sitting on the ground with a clearly bloody cloth to his mouth. I grin seeing I got back at him and I bet he lost a few teeth with that kick. Griffin forces me to sit down in my spot pointing to the food before sitting in his seat.

"I may not have known my father was mafia but he and Ren taught me well in self-defence. So if any of you touch me again that kick is not the worst thing I'll do. Be happy it was a few teeth and not like that prick I kicked in the dick." I spotted him at the table and he flinched to my stair.

"Wait, why and when?" Griffin looked confused.

"Would you like to tell your boss what you did to me or should I tell him?" I glare and he flinches again. "When I was getting beat up those two weeks about 5 days before you came. That moron wanted to test me by grabbing at my chest and squeezing hard. Since they never tied my legs to that chair I gave him a swift kick to the junk and made sure he won't be having kids in the future." I make sure to not break eye contact with him.

"YOU LITTLE... meet me in my office later," Griffin started to shout but stopped.

I was pissed as I went back to eating my food. I flip my hood back up and glare at Griffin as if challenging him to take it off. I finish off the food on the plate, I just push it away and lay my head on the table. I feel a hand touch the back of my head so I just slap it away not wanting to deal with more sh*t. I hear people gasp that I had the guts to do that, so it had to be Griffin's hand I slapped. I was waiting for him to just blow up at me for disrespecting him like that. Nothing came though not a hit, not a scream, not a single thing came from him.