The Mafia's Love

Alison's POV I walked into the apartment, collapsed on the ground, disheveled, exhausted. My supervisor, Mason Garth, has taken special care of me since I started working. I hadn't thought he had developed a s****l interest in me. To keep this hard-won job, I always cleverly refused in various ways. Today was no exception. Mason invited me and several other colleagues to dinner in the name of celebrating the success of the project. I knew in my heart that this was just an excuse to get me drunk. When I was about to get dizzy, I ran to the bathroom to call my boyfriend Michael, but he didn't answer. "Alison, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well? Come out, I'll take a look for you." Mason was drunk, he was slurring his words. "Oh, Mason, my stomach hurts so much, I might have drunk too much, I'm afraid I can't continue today... Maybe I should go home first, and you all can continue without disturbing the mood." I was holding my stomach, pretending to be in a lot of pain. "Where does it hurt, I'll rub it for you, why do you have to go home? Let's go up directly and get a room, I'll knead it for you properly." Mason showed a lecherous expression, grabbed my hand, and tried to pull me up the stairs. "No! Mason, my boyfriend is waiting outside for me, and we will go home together." I immediately pulled my hand back and took a step back. Mason's expression suddenly turned fierce, "Alison, don't play these tricks with me. Your little boyfriend is here. Why didn't he come in? Even if he's here, you still have to go with me today, or do you want to lose your job?" He tried to pull me towards the elevator, intending to take me up to the floor. "No!" I pushed him hard, "Mason, what you're doing is wrong! I'm feeling really uncomfortable, I need to rest, and I won't go up with you! I'm leaving first." Mason couldn't react in time. He was pushed into the elevator by me. I quickly stopped an Uber, and asked the driver to take me back to the apartment... It's unimaginable why I have to go through this... Today I've really had a falling out with my supervisor. What should I do next? Dragging my exhausted body, I wanted to go to the bedroom to rest, but as soon as I got to the door, I felt something was off. Red shawls, tops, short skirts, and long stockings were scattered on the ground... Men's shirts, long pants... Mixed strange sounds of men and women came from the bedroom. "Hmm... That's great... Baby, open your legs a bit more, yes, like that..." The man's voice was so familiar, it broke my heart. I wanted to open the bedroom door to confirm, but the girl's moan coming next made my legs unable to move. "Hah... Michael... Give it to me, all of it, I'm taking it... Ah..." This is the voice of my best friend Mary! I opened the door, seeing my boyfriend's hand wandering over Mary's body. They intertwined with each other time and time again, as if a knife were cutting at my heart. Tears welled up in my eyes, a sharp pain came from my chest, almost overwhelming me. I watched the betrayal of my closest person, until my heart slowly shattered, becoming cold and numb. "So hot, Mary, are you comfortable, huh?" The man breathed heavily in a heavy tone. "Oh Michael, you're so big, I'm almost dead... Oh... I'm on your bed right now, wetting all of your beds... Who has better technique, me or Allison?" The woman coquettishly smiled. "Of course, it's you, Allison is too old-fashioned, a wooden beauty, not understanding romance, how can there be a charming treasure like you..." Faster... The bed creaked under the pressure, and I felt cold all over. My whole body started to tremble. I went back to the kitchen, opened a bottle of red wine, and drank a big gulp without expression, then knocked on the door wildly with the bottle, pouring the remaining red wine on the sluts. They were halfway through, Mary was startled and started screaming loudly, Michael's face turned pale, he rolled off the bed in a very twisted manner and frantically trying to grab my hand, his wet p***s still exposed outside,"It's not like that, Allison, I'm drunk." I just felt disgusted. "Don't stop, let me watch properly, I'll use the wine to cheer you up." "Not like that, Allison, I don't want it like that." Mary began to cry, looking pitiful, and she tried to pull the clean part of the blanket to cover her body. "Stop your crocodile tears, slut!" I mockingly laughed at Mary, then turned around, threw the empty wine bottle at Michael, took out my phone and photographed the naked man, "And you, Filthy pig! Bastard!" Mary tightly covered her face, afraid of being photographed, and Michael started to be more panicked and scared, trying to cover himself up and reach for my phone, looking very disheveled. "Alison, don't do that, let's talk, delete it for me." I retreated a big step quickly, directly thwarting Michael's purpose: "You betrayed me, how can you treat me like this?”I wanted to vent all my sad and anger to them, but my phone inconveniently rang. It was Laura, my most capable assistant. "What happened? Laura?"I answered the phone. "It's hard to explain over the phone, you should come to the company quickly to explain to the boss, Mason is slandering you!" "Alright, wait for me, I'll be right there." I had to leave immediately to deal with my work, while Michael still wanted to grab my hand."If you don't let go, I'll send all the photos to your colleagues and friends right now." I showed him the phone ready for mass distribution, and he had to give in, still pretending to be affectionate,"Alison, I'm waiting for you to come back." I no longer look at him, turned and left, laughing coldly in my heart. I will definitely make both of them pay the price, but now, I cannot lose my job. Getting out, walking from the path of the apartment to the main road, I wanted to take a taxi to the company, but the streets were unnaturally quiet today, with a chilling wind blowing, devoid of any vitality. Suddenly, a loud "bang!" echoed in my ear, a gust of wind hit my face, and a large hand grasped my waist. Nearby trees were pierced with holes, smoking. "Ah!" I couldn't help but want to scream, but someone covered my mouth. Looking up, I saw a man with gold-rimmed glasses, wearing a white shirt in front of me. His features were pronounced, with brown hair and green eyes. His delicate contours were blurred in the dim environment. I took a close look and found that the man's white shirt had even been stained with many areas of blood of different sizes! A pungent smell of blood lingered on the tip of my nose, this was real gunfight!