INCIDENTAL BRIDE Winning A Mafia Boss Heart

While waiting for his business partner in a pub, Ethan Sawyer's eyes carefully observed the arena. He looked at his old wristwatch, trying so hard not to lose his patience.

“She will do anything just to gain her imaginary freedom," a voice said, followed by loud laughter.

“My freedom isn't imaginary," a young female voice interrupted the gang's funny moments.

Ethan's eyes moved in the direction of the people who seemed to be having a mocking chat with a young girl.

“Did you say something?" he snarled at her.

“No, master," she answered, looking down.

“That's so nice of you," he said in a mocking tone.

He paused for a while, then moved closer to her and grabbed her by the shoulder, whispering in her ear, “Today's service will be in my bed."

The young maid clenched her fist, fuming in anger. She wanted to hit him so badly, but she couldn't find the courage to do so. She felt him press his body against her, trying to rip her dress off.

She instantly pushed him away. “How dare you? Who do you think you are?" she questioned in anger.

“I'm your owner, kiddo, and you are mine," he said, and his gang erupted in a high-pitched cackle at the absurdity of the young maid.

“Even if you own me, that doesn't give a pig-headed man like you the right to touch me," she retorted.

She gasped and brought her hands up to cover her mouth, regretting what she had said. She didn't mean to be impudent, but she couldn't control the anger and hatred inside her.

“How dare you speak to me like that? Kneel," he ordered.

The man's eyes turned flaming red. He was ready to devour her for being so insolent. The young maid stood her ground without fear, but deep down, she was begging for God to save her from her master. She had seen him go crazy on several occasions before, but not to this extent.

He brought out his whip, which he always carries along with him. He raised it high and let it land on the maid's back.

She let out a little shriek at first. Then she began to whimper, and hot tears rolled down her cheeks. She began to beg for mercy as her master continued whipping her, but he didn't look at her face. He hit her several times without stopping, which got Ethan Sawyer angry. He quietly stood from where he was sitting and walked majestically towards them.

“You little bastard, how dare you disrespect--" He was about to hit her again when a man interrupted him.