Big Boss From Metal Gear Novels & Stories

But it still worked in situations like this. ‘Marquee?’ Is he one of the three rogue bosses in this city? I clearly remember the names of the rogue bosses here are Obsidian, Bado, and Art. But the men who took Lia are Obsidian’s men. They have diamond tattoos on their necks. Well, Mario’s neck has no diamond ink. “Where have you seen me?” I asked. “Boss… bossman has a picture of you in his office, and he’s been searching for you,” he murmured.

This wasn’t a criminal empire. It was a command center. Her pulse slowed. “So this is you,” she whispered. “Not chaos. Control.” She accessed the final data shard she’d stolen earlier small, almost insignificant on its own. Until it aligned. Her breath caught. The Big Boss wasn’t just managing operations. He was preventing exposure. Redirecting investigations. Closing cases quietly. Protecting certain people while sacrificing others. Not a villain hiding from the law. But someone standing in front of it. Her mind reached for a name

I was dragged along like a ragdoll, the back of my head thudding dully against the cement floor with every step. "You're lucky. The boss is here today as well. The princess is out having fun and hasn't returned yet, so both Mr. Whitethorn and the boss are pissed off. Stay sharp later. Don't fucking drag me down with you!" The boss… Joshua, my brother… The person who knew me best in the world definitely wouldn't fail to recognize me! I could hear my heart pounding like a drum. The moment I was dragged into the room, I used the last of my strength to break free of their grip and lunged toward the blurry source of light.

Massimo tossed the gun to one of his men as he began walking towards his men and wiped his hands with a white hand towel “Dump his body somewhere this will serve as a warning to those that dare go against me give money to his family” “And clean this place up it irks as fuck "Yes, Boss." Then he walked towards the exit with his other men following him. With No expression on his face, his eyes were devoid of emotions and his strong and tall body made him look like a the real mafia boss that everyone is afraid of. He has curly black hair, a pointed nose, high cheekbones, and a prominent lower jaw and chin. "Where are we heading now?" he asked his men. "To Mr Tom, Sir. The CEO of Berg pharmaceu

“I don’t remember that comment on the staff survey.” I leaned backward, sighing in bliss at the new the angle. “Because you’re a dick and are fire happy... Yes…” His hands found my hips, stilling my movement. “You’re right, that’s why I’m the boss.” I fought against him, and he didn’t let me budge. “Stop teasing me-” The air was sucked out of lungs mid-sentence. In one fluid moment, he flipped me on the table to my front, raising me up on my knees and slamming his big cock inside of me.

well disappointed. “Boss, I think it’d be for the best to take this to the office, there are too many eyes around us right now.” I tried to take a peak towards him, hoping that he wasn’t that much pissed off as i thought, but what I got in return was his hostile gaze that stared back at mine so I just went back to stare at the beautiful ground. Okay i take it back, he is utterly pissed off! “What’s your name?” My eyes widened, is this my time?!

"Where else? Didn't you see the news? She's Dead. She has been for hours. We grabbed her before she ever reached your precious gates, trying to beg you to save her. The Big Boss knew she would do that. That's how smart he is and how he can predict things.” I had to say I was getting very tired of hearing about this big boss. Just who the hell was he and how heartless could he be, killing Rita Lancaster like that in cold blood? “He's not stupid enough to come at you unprepared,” Monica continued rambling off about this mysterious bastard. “Ts hard to get information on the inside about your security so we had to pull off this plan. Now, he knows your security, your weaknesses, every detail ab

I blinked rapidly, reading quickly from the paper and back at them. “You'll…” “It's simple, Rebecca. You will be our sex slave. It's not stated there because the paper could get into wrong hands” my boss cut in, calmly. I looked to his wife, her tongue wetting her bottom lip as she looked at me intensely making me swallow hard, my eyes widening before glancing to back at my boss. This wasn't a joke… right? I had forgotten how to breath. ‘A sex slave?’ ‘These things were real?’ My thoughts must have reflected on my face because my boss cleared his throat, throwing his head back to look at his wife who nodded at him in silent communication.

he mutters, “is Kim Eun-bi. And she didn’t deserve to die.” I blink. “Sir… she’s fictional.” He exhales sharply, like I just insulted his family. “Clearly, you’ve never loved something truly meaningful.” I almost choke on my espresso. “You mean… N*****x?” That’s how it starts. The bribery. The threats. The unholy partnership between Seoul’s coldest CEO and the assistant who caught him mid-drama meltdown. By the next morning, he’s back to his usual robotic self — crisp suit, deadly tone, zero soul.

I want to be embarrassed about what just happened, about the fact that my boss is staring at my most private area, the place where he'd just ruined me for every other man. I think I should be, but I'm not. Instead, I grin and reach for his stubbly chin, bringing his sexy green gaze from my fantastically and marvelously sore core to my eyes. "Do you like what you see?" His chin is prickly in my grasp as his lips move to a grin. "I fucking love what I see. You have the pinkest, sexiest pussy I've ever seen. And seeing it wet and still trembling from me, from us...Damn, the next time I'm in this plane, whenever I see this couch, you'll be the only thing I'll be able to think about."