As A Mafia Boss, I Refuse To Be An Extra
Chapter Summary
Chapter 215: Godfather Summons[Tranquil City - Midnight]The streets were silent except for the wind howling through empty alleys, the moon casting long shadows across deserted roads. The sound of flesh hitting flesh, muffled crying and male voices raised in anger. Before Ariana or Zavier could process what they were hearing, Damian had already moved.
Chapter 215: Godfather Summons[Tranquil City - Midnight]The streets were silent except for the wind howling through empty alleys, the moon casting long shadows across deserted roads.
Damian, Ariana, and Zavier walked together, their footsteps slightly unsteady from alcohol, their laughter from dinner still echoing in their minds.
The warmth of friendship created a bubble around them.
Then...
they heard it.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh, muffled crying and male voices raised in anger.
Before Ariana or Zavier could process what they were hearing, Damian had already moved.
WhooshHe slipped into the alley silently, his drunkenness seeming to evaporate, replaced by predatory focus.
The house at the end of the alley had a broken door, light spilling through cracks in the wood.
Inside, the scene was nightmare made real.
A woman lay on the floor, her face so swollen and bloodied she was barely recognizable as human.
Her clothes were torn, exposing bruises covering her entire body.
Beside her, a small girl – maybe seven years old – was curled into a ball, crying silently, her small frame showing fresh marks from being struck.
Three men stood over them, drunk and angry, their hands still raised to strike again.
"Fucking bitch, you should feel honored!
Three of us want to fuck you, and you’re crying about it?!
" "Your husband’s dead anyway!
Nobody’s coming to save you!
Might as well have some fun before we get bored!
" The largest one grabbed the woman’s hair, yanking her head back.
"And when we’re done with you, maybe we’ll teach your little girl what it means to serve us.
She’s young, but she’ll learn quick–" The woman’s scream cut through the night.
"PLEASE!
Don’t touch my daughter!
You can have me!
I’ll do whatever you want!
Just don’t hurt her!
" Her hands moved to her remaining clothes, trembling, about to remove them in desperate sacrifice.
Suddenly...
the temperature in the room dropped noticeably.
A pressure descended – cold, absolute and suffocating – making all three men freeze mid-movement.
They turned slowly, their drunken brains struggling to process the threat their instincts were screaming about.
Damian stood in the doorway, Ariana and Zavier behind him, his crimson eyes empty of everything except cold calculation.
He waved his hand casually.
The three men’s mouths snapped shut, their voices dying mid-word, telekinetic force sealing their ability to speak.
They were all D rank but Damian’s enhanced telekinesis made their struggles meaningless.
Ariana moved immediately to the woman and child, pulling healing potions from her spatial ring with practiced efficiency.
"Drink this both of you.
You’re safe now.
" The woman stared at them with terrified confusion, her swollen eyes trying to focus.
’That face...
I’ve seen it somewhere.
On the news?
In broadcasts?
Who is this boy?
’Damian’s voice was quiet, almost gentle.
"Who are these men?
" The woman flinched back, her fear so deeply ingrained that even rescue felt dangerous.
"Don’t worry, sir.
It’s nothing.
Everything is fine.
Please...
please just leave.
" Damian saw the terror in her eyes – the kind that came from having no hope, from believing resistance only brought more pain.
He approached the small girl instead, lifting her gently despite her initial attempt to pull away.
"Little one, these bad men were about to hurt your mother.
But she’s too scared to tell me who they are.
Can you help me?
I promise I’ll protect you both.
" The girl looked into his eyes, seeing something there that made her decision.
She seemed far too mature for her age, her voice steady despite tears.
"M-Mister...
you should leave.
No one in this city can harm them.
You’ll get yourself killed trying.
" Zavier spoke up, his anger barely controlled.
"Why?
Why can’t anyone touch them?
" The girl hesitated, then whispered like speaking a curse.
"Because...
they’re the Mafia.
" "!!!
" Silence crashed through the room.
Ariana and Zavier’s Auras exploded outward involuntarily, their rage making the air crackle with energy.
Damian’s face went completely blank, his expression becoming something inhuman.
He waved his hand, releasing the telekinetic seal on the men’s mouths.
"Is the girl telling the truth?
" The largest one laughed, drunk and stupid enough to think he still had power here.
"Yeah!
We’re fucking Mafia!
Are you scared now, you son of a bitch?
There’s nothing you can do to us!
We run this city!
The Godfather himself protects us!
" He spat blood on the floor.
"There’s no big shot bigger than the Godfather in Tranquil City!
So fuck off before we–" "You don’t recognize me?
" Damian’s voice was soft as he asked the men.
The man squinted at him, his drunken brain struggling.
"Are you supposed to be some big shot?
Listen, motherfucker, I don’t care who you think you are.
In this city, the Godfather is law.
Nobody else matters fucking matters.
" "....
" Silence!
Complete, absolute and suffocating silence!
Then...
Damian’s voice, cold as death itself.
"...
Ariana.
Call Mike...
Call everyone.
Every Mafia member in this entire city.
Tell them to gather at headquarters immediately.
Also call Edrin and the other students.
" His crimson eyes never left the three men, who were finally starting to understand that something was wrong.
"Tell them...
the Godfather has summoned them.
" The blood drained from all three men’s faces as realization crashed through their drunken haze.
’Oh fuck.
Oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK–’The little girl looked at Damian’s face more closely, recognition dawning.
"You look familiar...
I’ve seen you on the broadcasts...
" Damian smiled gently at her and her mother.
"You both don’t have to worry about anything in this city anymore.
" He turned to the woman and did something that made her gasp.
He bowed.
A slight bow, but unmistakable in its meaning.
"Tomorrow, come to the Mafia tower.
I’ll make arrangements for you to live your entire life without financial worry.
And I’m sorry...
I’m deeply sorry that my organization contained such...
filth.
" The words struck like thunder.
The woman’s face showed shock beyond comprehension.
"G-Godfather...
there’s no need for this.
You didn’t do anything wrong.
You don’t need to apologize to someone like me–" The title came unconsciously, her mind unable to process that the ruler of the entire city was bowing to her.