Все главы Boss' Blood: Глава 1 - Глава 10

“I don’t care what you're doing now, Alex. I want you to get me all of the files, NOW!” Michael shouted as he looked at his semi-buff assistant looking at him with nervous eyes. The guy was five feet and probably nine inches tall, and he had a nice build, but he was a wimp when it came to his boss.The assistant ran out of the office while nervously mumbling and hitting the door on the way out. Michael was left with an irritated feeling as he tried to calm himself down and adjust the necktie around his neck. He felt like choking his assistant, Alex, for making the mistake of letting his secretary, Victoria, answer an important call. Alex knew that Victoria became an idiot when the woman was around attractive guys. The woman didn’t answer a stakeholder’s call because she was distracted by Michael’s other guests. Now, there was a threat of losing the investors because of a stupid missed call.“Why am I surrounded by idiots?” he whispered to himself as he walked back to his table and sat

Michael and Alba looked at all the files that Alba had sent Michael before she left his office in the afternoon, and only then did she realize that her friend was telling the truth.“Why didn’t I notice that?” She whispered to herself.Michael Mezzaluna was someone who had a very dark past, and he was very vocal to Alba and Daniel ever since the three of them developed a family bond as trained assassins for Alba’s mafia boss father. Being in the mafia meant that they all had secrets, but Michael’s story was a bit more brutal than most.“Boss, I think we need to see if they really are similar,” Alba suggested as both of their gazes never left the photo on the screen of Michael's laptop. It was now three in the morning, and the two of them stayed up in Michael’s room with both of them in their pajamas.Alba asked Michael to recheck his tattoo, and as he took off his shirt, his red crescent tattoo about two inches by two inches big was shown. He had a great body, but no matter how hard A

“One more kiss, come on, babe. Can't I have a bit more of you before you go?” the man beside Elena said as she continued to get up from the bed. The man was a bit dark skinned and she knew that he was an American, but other than that, she had no idea who the man was. The only thing that she remembered was that she had enjoyed herself the entire night with him. She even had a feeling that her adrenaline rush was the only thing keeping her from feeling whatever bruises she knew she had acquired last night. The two of them woke up a bit earlier, and after two rounds of casual sex, she realized that she needed to go. Elena was not someone who liked being late, especially when it came to meetings about business or job interviews. No matter how delectable this man looked and felt, she knew he was just there for the time being, and she needed to leave before she missed another opportunity to get a higher salary. “The sun is up, and I have to go somewhere important,” she said as she began to

“My goodness, Michael. I am at a point in my life where I feel like any words that come out of your mouth would make me grow gray hair. I mean, my brain and I are just getting too old for your shit, my dear boss and friend,” Daniele said on the phone as Michael just chuckled.Daniele D'Ambrosio was his second in command. By the law of the mafia, he is the Mezzaluna family’s underboss. Whatever happens to Michael, he will take over as the boss of the family. The consigliere and head of the capo regime was Alba, so she basically controls the military, and is part of the head of the family as the third boss aside from Danile. The three of them have always been inseparable, so even if he was the boss, Daniela and Alba would always have the privilege to judge him and piss him off.Michael and Daniel were talking on the phone while Michael was in his office. Daniel was enjoying his honeymoon at the moment, and by the giggles that he could hear from the other line, he knew that his wife was

Michael and Elena travel via car, but what Elena wasn’t expecting was that the car was heading towards the direction of the airport. The only thing that Mr. Jackson’s assistant told her was that the meetings that her boss would go to would normally take only a few minutes. The travel was always longer than the actual meeting. The car turned and drove a bit farther away from the airport and went through a tunnel. She realized that she had never been in that area of the town before, and had always assumed that it was just mountains or lands owned by the government. The scenery from the window showed her that the car stopped in a building that looked like a small hotel, but she saw planes parked near the building as they passed by. Her boss got out of the car first, and she quietly followed, but she knew her face showed how bewildered she was at the scenario that was happening in front of her. When the forty something lady back in the office told her about the travel time, she was expe