Underboss’s Ex, Mafia’s Queen Chapter 05

Underboss’s Ex, Mafia’s Queen Chapter 05

I turned to Giselle. She had gone pale.

“Shut up!” Giselle screamed, rage finally breaking through. “That ring was probably fake anyway! No wonder your father threw your mother out! Nobody wants—”

The sound of the slap rang out loud and clear across the lobby.

Sebastian lowered his hand, his eyes cold as ice. The air in the room turned icy cold in an instant

“Watch your mouth, Giselle. Mention Lena’s mother again, and you’ll regret it.”

Giselle held her cheek, trembling.

Her friends, oblivious to the tense atmosphere, spoke up. “Don, she’s your sister! How could you

hit her for an outsider?”

“Exactly! That bitch caused all of this! Giselle was just protecting the hotel!”

“She’s family, Sebastian-”

Sebastian let out a low, dangerous laugh.

“Family?”

He stared at Giselle as if she were grime scraped off his shoe.

Giselle, panicked, tried to hold herself together. “It’s okay, everyone… my brother must have his

reasons…”

Her voice died in her throat, overcome with terror when she met his eyes again.

Sebastian ignored her.

His gaze swept over the spilled drinks, the broken glass, and finally the three men who had forced

me to the ground.

“Which one of you,” he asked softly, “suggested that my fiancée should lick the floor?”

They went pale. Their legs turned to jelly. They looked to Giselle for help.

She couldn’t even lift her head.

“Good,” Sebastian said, almost with pleasure.

“You all get a kick out of humiliating others? Then do it to yourselves first. On your knees. Now. Lick the floor. Get every last drop up. Leave not a speck behind.”

“Don, please! We had no idea! We were only-

“Too late.”

Sebastian’s voice was flat.

“Either you lick this floor, or I’ll have your families licking prison floors for the next twenty years.

Choose.”

Bowed under his unspoken authority, every bit of their self-respect collapsed.

One by one, they dropped to their knees. Their cheeks pressed against the carpet. Glass shards bit into their skin. They stuck out their tongues and lapped up the sour mix of bourbon, wine, and dust, gagging and crying as they did.

Giselle watched, shaking, her teeth chattering. She clutched Vincent’s arm like he could save her.

Vincent’s face had turned gray. His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles cracking.

“Sebastian,” he rasped. “This has gone way too far.”

Sebastian didn’t even look at him.

He turned to the hotel manager, his voice back to its usual calm authority.

“Get someone to tally up all the damages. They will pay ten times the total sum. Giselle, Vincent Romano and all their guests are held personally responsible.”

Then he looked down at Giselle.

“And as for you… the Lombardi Family has never recognized you. A maid’s illegitimate daughter, throwing entitled fits over unearned privileges, and had the audacity to humiliate my fiancée in full

view of everyone?”

Giselle gasped. Her darkest secret-how her mother had slept with her employer, and her long-concealed identity as an illegitimate child-was exposed brutally for everyone present.

The men who had been licking the floor froze in shock.

“Wait-she’s a maid’s daughter?”

“We were taking commands from the child of a maid? Jesus Christ-”

“No wonder she’s always chasing after other people’s men.”

“No, that’s not true! This isn’t true at all! It’s all a huge misunderstanding!” Giselle stammered, trembling

Sebastian remained completely unfazed.

He gestured sharply to his bodyguards.

“I once thought our family’s oath of secrecy was necessary. Clearly, I was wrong. Pull the security footage of her mother sneaking into my father’s room. Cross-check it against the paperwork for Lombardi assets she sold off via online auctions. Compile the evidence. Hand all the evidence over to the district attorney. File grand larceny charges against her.”

“Yes, Don.”

“No!” Giselle screamed, her voice tearing raw in her throat. “You can’t do this! My father-he’ll stop you! He has power!”

Sebastian laughed coldly.