My Lady Boss, for Revenge, Took me to a Meeting Where the Mafia Surrounded me, But When They Saw Me!

Surrounded by the Mafia

As I ran, I noticed something odd: all the doors to the other rooms were wide open. I darted into one of them, slamming and locking the door behind me. Initially, they banged on the door, causing a commotion, but then resorted to shouting in the hallway, trying to intimidate me further.

“You can shout all you want,” one yelled. “This Motel is under our control. There are no other guests, and no one’s coming to help you anytime soon.”

Desperate, I realized I had my phone with me. Without knowing the motel’s exact location, it would be difficult to direct anyone to help.

They taunted from outside, “We’ve got orders to kill you today. No one’s coming for you. Don’t underestimate Connie’s family.”

Another voice jeered, revealing their affiliation to one of the largest organized crime groups on the west coast. This was a group that my brother Liam was a part of. Seizing the moment, I decided to call Liam, hoping he could pull some strings quickly.

“Please pick up,” I murmured, clutching my phone tightly, trying to keep my voice low enough not to be heard outside.

“Hello, Frank, what’s up?” Liam answered in a hushed tone.

I explained, “I’m locked in a motel room right now, managed by Connie’s family. They forced me here and beat me with bats and golf clubs.”

“Do you know which motel?” he asked urgently.

“That’s the problem,” I admitted, the gravity of my situation sinking in deeper. “I didn’t know where I was.”

“Got it. Don’t panic,” Liam said calmly over the phone. “If it’s a motel, is there anything in the room that could help identify it?”

Frantically searching, I spotted a flyer with a hotel name. “It looks like it’s called Vistasol Hotel. Do you know it?”

“Yeah, that’s close to here. I’ll head over right away. Sit tight,” Liam replied, and then the call ended. Just as I hung up, Elizabeth and the men burst into the room.

“There’s nowhere to run now. Let’s have some fun, shall we?” their leader sneered.

Until that moment, I had been paralyzed by shock and confusion. However, knowing that Liam was on his way sparked a new energy in me.

“Shut up. I’m not just going to lie down and take this,” I snapped back defiantly.

“Are you seeing how many of us there are and still talking tough? I can take you punks on my own,” I challenged, my voice brimming with a mix of fear and adrenaline. One of them swung a bat towards my head, but I dodged just in time and retaliated with a fierce kick.

“Come at me then, you little punk,” I taunted, trying to fend them off.

As I squared up to continue my defense, another blow came from my blind spot. I staggered, dazed by the hit. The group laughed menacingly, closing in.

“Giving us trouble, kicking like that? We end you. Time to meet your maker,” one of them threatened, lifting the bat for another strike.

I braced myself, expecting the worst. But suddenly one of them intervened. “Wait, he’s made fools of us this much. Let’s torture him a bit more,” he proposed.

Another chimed in with a cruel idea. “First, let’s strip his clothes and take an embarrassing video of him. Post that online and he might just want to die himself.”

“Oh, that sounds super fun. Do it, do it,” they jeered as they lifted me and threw me onto the bed.

“We’ll undress you gently then, okay? This is going to be fun,” they mocked.

“Stop! Don’t touch me!” I yelled, filled with despair and unable to resist their overpowering strength.

But then the sound of the motel’s front door being forcefully broken down echoed through the room.

“What was that sound?” I wondered aloud, hoping against hope that it was Liam.

“Why the hell are you laughing?” one of them growled, puzzled and angry at my sudden change in demeanor.

“You’re in for it now,” he threatened, but I knew what was coming.

“You guys are finished,” I said through gritted teeth, smiling defiantly at them.

Then from the hallway, the sound of the elevator arriving could be heard.

“Hey Jacob, go check it out,” the leader ordered nervously.

One man, bat in hand, cautiously stepped into the hallway. A tense few minutes passed. Then a scream shattered the ominous silence. Then the voice outside was abruptly cut off, and the hallway fell silent.

“What happened? Hey, go check it out,” one of the men urged his companion.

“Don’t order me around,” the other snapped back. “You guys call yourselves men but have no guts. Just go.”

“Shut up! Who do you think you’re talking to?” The argument escalated as tensions rose. They paused when they heard footsteps approaching the door.

“Quickly,” they whispered among themselves. “Right, as soon as they come in, we’ll attack all at once. Got it?”

They all nodded and positioned themselves behind the door, listening as the footsteps neared. Suddenly, with a loud shout, one of the men lunged at the door, swinging his bat.

“Oh, yeah, clean hit,” he exclaimed as he grabbed the hair of the person he had struck and dragged him into the room.

“Take that. Don’t get cocky. Come on, show us your face.”

Still gripping his hair, the men forced his head up, only to freeze in shock the moment they saw his face.

“No way. It can’t be.”

“Ow! Damn, that hurt! Why are you here? Do I need to check in with you every time about where I am and what I’m doing?” The newcomer snapped, his unmistakable voice audible.

“No, of course not,” they stammered, recognizing the figure.